So finally, after years of threatening it, I got myself an Edirol FA-66 and an AKG 200 mic and here's the first rough new tune I've recorded with them.  Song's written about a stag week I just went on in Ireland, a gathering of old mates in a cottage on an island, before the first one bites the dust as it were, no more acting the maggot and partying but needing to keep these bonds of friendship alive.  They're so important.  And the weird thing when I was writing it is that I had this vague "Saving Private Ryan" thing in the back of my mind and somehow the lyrics could double up for soldiers about to go into or coming from combat.  Anyways, hope ye enjoy it.  PB

Lend Us Your Giants

Are you coming with us away from this shore,
Where the sun hangs low and chases our flaws,
To silent roads and steady declines,
To the straw of our youth and our lost valentines

When the ramp hits the beach, you can feel your soul thaw,
As the motors start up and the wheels start to roll,
And bless this here tin that is gold in your paw,
We'll have words with our giants on the shoulders of gods.

And wave goodbye to certainty,
It's not too far from here you see,
A time like this isn't everyday,
It's a serious business making memories.

We'll gather ourselves in this room while we can,
Each one a star in this lifes firmament,
And we'll drink like heroes like only we should,
bonded by pain, laughter and this strange brotherhood

We'll drain our glasses in memory of those now gone,
Offer them praises in word, deed and song,
We'll think about those who couldn't be there today,
Warm in the thoughts of our shared yesterdays.

And say hello to fraternity,
It's the be-all end-all here you see,
A time like this is so damn precious,
We do so love our unholy messes.

And when we're all done with our brief ecstacy,
And the sky has dulled to a warm aniseed,
We'll clap backs, shake hands and each to disappear,
To the corner of the world he calls home.

And stick the boot in for comedy,
That's why we're all here you see,
Our houses and cars get left at the door,
For the briefest of times, who could ask for more?

©2007

Man what can I say,this is just one beautiful piece man what a great voice PB this is just amazing nothing really to critique from my end except a few mic pops and minimal signal clips.Dude               
Super hi vote!!!!!

Few mistakes in there, but it was one of those get it down while the "feel" is still right situations, I'll have to step back from it for a few days, see how it can be developed.

PB,

This is really lovely.  I enjoyed the subdued guitar (regardless of any errors) as well as the excellent and thoughtful lyrics and vox.  A bittersweet, yearning ache of a song.   So much feeling, it is really beautiful. Great Work!


VK

I have to agree with Marino...  Although, I still am wishing to hear bag pipes...  This song is perfect forthem..



    This is awesome... Well done..... I can actually see this put to a slideshow of pics from the trip...


          JimK

Very kind words from all of ye, it's not perfect but it's a song from the heart, so I hope that counts for something   I'm gonna go mad now uploading songs I'm recording with the new equipment   Once again, many many thanks

Dude, if you've got pipes, lash 'em on there, I'm easy, it's very stripped down at the moment, Will Oldham stylee, but feel free to expand there