random recording I found.

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voicemail intermission: a debt story

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Argentinean artists Navigh and Inmature teams up for a winning trio production formula. Their first release at Bass In Your Face Records has the signature hard hitting, energetic in your face bass groove, topped off with  stylish catchy vocals. Definitely a must hear, considering the argentinean's growth in the scene, getting previous supports from artists such as David Guetta, and Like Mike.

Navigh, Inmature - Again and Again (Radio Edit)

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I described this song to a friend by saying, "It sounds like J.S. Bach, Sublime, Jack Johnson, and Nirvana got together and had strangely affectionate relations with an R&B artist and the resulting child isn't absolutely hideous."

The more I listen to it the more I think this will be really decent when its done.  Haven't quite found it yet, though.  Version 4.1  backed off on the backing vocals.  (Gotta get a new set of HD headphones.  Trying to get the sound right is like trying to sink a quarter into a shot glass at the bottom of a five gallon jar full of water).


This is persona 2 in the Melatonin Montage project:  The spouse enabling the drug addict.

Version 4: Did a little EQ work to create some more headroom.  The vocals had a dull sound and were too soft sometimes, so I used my best maximizer effect, and then took some of the low end out of the sound.  I also decreased the mid-range sound a little to allow for a more crisp sound.  Next version will have a less sloppy background rhythm guitar, and then I'll work on making sure everything is exactly in tempo.  Finally, if I like the result, I'll master it.

Lyrics:
I walked in halfway dead,
and I touched your face
and I leaned in just gonna kiss you.

You looked at me with this shit-eating grin
and said "Boy don't touch me with those dirty hands
"if you wanna keep them."

Chorus One:
I so sick of hearing about my dirty hands.
They're graceless bricks chafed and rough as sand.
Your hands are graceful doves, covered in white satin gloves.
On the line, mine break and bleed while yours are doing dirty deeds.

They may be stained with grease but at least they're honest.

I'm not one to bring up the past,
but you cracked my soul like it was made of glass.
And you betrayed me fast.

You sat at home on your princess ass.
You screwed around on me and only gave me sass,
but it would not last.

And on my dime, you did lots of drugs.
Me and the kids, we didn't have enough,
but all you did was shrug.

Eventually, you went off to jail,
and on your way there, you dropped me off in hell.
I had to learn how to make it sail while being a single dad.

Now you're back and swear that you have changed.
All I see is more of the same.
You haven't changed your friends.
You haven't changed your games.

Chorus two:
I don't want to hear about my dirty hands
for what they have endured.
While you're off getting manicures,
I'm the one who pays for yours.

Spend my checks like they grow on trees
While looking down your nose at me.
When all you see is grease, but it's my love.  {sometimes (Its the stuff of love)}.

I am not a dreamless man.
I've got all sights set on tropical sands
Where I can rest my hands.

You are not a good hearted girl
desiring to make of me a better man
who doesn't smell like an oil can.

Until my time comes to pass
do not diss the only way I have
of making our lives.

Chorus three:
You are not gonna snub my mechanic's hands
when yours are stained with blood.
Mine are marked with the work of love
while yours are fouled from throwing mud.

Go to work almost every day
'cause someone here has got to pay.

When all you see is filth you can't see love.

Be what you want to be.
I'll try not to see.
All I ask is please,
don't hate the hands.

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