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Posted 25 December 2010 - 05:46 AM

There's this shared traumatic experience out there about the hair salon - when what she got is completely amiss from what she asked for, described, pointed out in the picture, and heard confirmed as understood? Seems that's just the sort of luck I've had as a streak now with recording studios, including the aforementioned and suitably maligned "Paramount Group." Consequently this is neither my song in flavor nor tone, musically - certainly not as conceived nor as conveyed to my 'professional stylists'.

The singing is representative, lyrically, but is too featureless to have warranted evaluation in the melodies forum. You get a little robbed - the texture is found in rubbing the grain of the lyrical event against the original ska reggae's rythymical event.

Sorry. I got robbed too - lol. =]

And I will never get over
And I could never quite tell
All of the ways they played me
Like the children of the devil himself

http://www.youtube.c...h?v=2DDAdoPSxSo

Chorus:
Don't try too hard to track me down
For there will be incident
on the very day you come around
Don't even bother getting through
For I will not countenance
ever [at all again] to hear from you

VI) I'd hate to be unkind
But you just keep spending my precious time
Drivin'me out of my precious mind
And I will never get over
And I could never quite tell
All of the ways you betrayed me
Just like the devil himself

Refrain:
Don't waste your time seeking me out
I was at your service
Until I worked it out
Exactly what you were all about
Don't pine for me now that I'm gone
We could have been fit to rule
But you didn't have a clue
So ha-ha-how is it goin'it alone

Instrumental: (**wawoah so long)

V2) I'd hate to ever be at all so rude
As if an infection turned my soul
dark, cold, crude
And I would catch myself cussing
I'd curse you under my breath
Made an appeal to the angels
To please occasion your death
And maybe that was only a lyric
No prayer ever quite so bad
You should please take it personal
You nearly drove me mad
Woa, now, you nearly drove me mad
I said you really
nearly drove me mad
Enjoy . . . Black: llr (Evan Tyler's Dad)

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