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Another new song: "Grando Grando"

FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
edited February 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I've just written the drum part for this, and added some lyrics. I'll record this in a bit, too:

Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?[/b]

Seven feet tall but the lion grows older
Younger men take a good shot at him now
Glory days gone, and the blood runs colder
Grando Grando's just a name now

Sixty years old, not so long since twenty
Still, downing quadruples and smashing the bar
He'll steal your last penny, though he's carrying plenty
His fourth wife's got a new wrist scar

He says: "I like to let 'em know their place
I never hit 'em in the face
I make 'em walk a yard behind
I make sure that they never know my mind
I make sure that they never know my mind
I make sure that they never know my mind
I make sure that they never know my mind"

Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?[/b]

Seven years inside, in the time of the Krays
Still hoping his grandsons will follow his ways
He won't go out with a whimper, he's still chasing a blaze
Grando Grando's getting slow now

Sixty little bruises, sixty little scabs
Sixty little reasons the police are keeping tabs
he'll steal you last moment, he'll steal your last breath
if he thinks it'll gain him a glorious death

He says, "Grando, Grando, never mean no badness
Grando, Grando, just my little madness
Grando, Grando, where's your back-up? Back up!
Where's your back-up?"

Grando, grando, grando, grando, grando, grando.
Grando, grando, grando, grando, grando, grando.

Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?[/b]

Seven major beatings but he's still out on the town:
"The younger lads today can never say they let me down".
He starts to sing Tom Jones: puppeteer or puppet clown?
He can't handle his shorts, now.

He wants a horse procession, he wants a street of flowers
He wants a crowd of sable veils the block the town for hours.
He doesn't want his brothers, he only wants his sons
to eulogise his fists and hold a silence for his guns.

He said, "They never found my bullion.
They never had a chance to take my million.
And they'll be standing when the carriage draws on.
Grando Grando was a Real Man
Grando Grando was a Real Man
Grando Grando was a Real Man
Grando Grando was a Real Man."

Grando, grando, grando, grando, grando, grando.
Grando, grando, grando, grando, grando, grando.

Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?[/b]

"I never hit 'em in the face...
I never hit 'em in the face...
I never hit 'em in the face...
I never hit 'em in the face..."
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Hang on, one tweak:

    I've just written the drum part for this, and added some lyrics. I'll record this in a bit, too:

    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?

    Seven feet tall but the lion grows older
    Younger men take a good shot at him now
    Glory days gone, and the blood runs colder
    Grando Grando's just a name now

    Sixty years old, not so long since twenty
    Still, downing quadruples and smashing the bar
    He'll steal your last penny, though he's carrying plenty
    His fourth wife's got a new wrist scar

    He says: "I like to let 'em know their place
    I never hit 'em in the face
    I make 'em walk a yard behind
    I make sure that they never know my mind
    I make sure that they never know my mind
    I make sure that they never know my mind
    I make sure that they never know my mind"

    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?

    Seven years inside, in the time of the Krays
    Still hoping his grandsons will follow his ways
    He won't go out with a whimper, he's still chasing a blaze
    Grando Grando's getting slow now

    Sixty little bruises, sixty little scabs
    Sixty little reasons the police are keeping tabs
    he'll steal you last moment, he'll steal your last breath
    if he thinks it'll gain him a glorious death

    He says, "Grando, Grando, never mean no badness
    Grando, Grando, just my little madness
    Grando, Grando, where's your back-up? Back up!
    Where's your back-up?"

    Grando, grando, grando, grando, grando, grando.
    Grando, grando, grando, grando, grando, grando.

    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?

    Seven major beatings but he's still out on the town:
    "The younger lads today can never say they let me down".
    He starts to sing Tom Jones: puppeteer or puppet clown?
    He can't handle his shorts, now.

    He wants a horse procession, he wants a street of flowers
    He wants a crowd of sable veils the block the town for hours.
    He doesn't want his brothers, he only wants his sons
    to eulogise his fists and hold a silence for his guns.

    He said, "They never found my bullion.
    They never had a chance to take my million.
    And they'll be standing when the carriage draws on.
    Grando Grando was a Real Man
    Grando Grando was a Real Man
    Grando Grando was a Real Man
    Grando Grando was a Real Man."

    Grando, grando, grando, grando, grando, grando.
    Grando, grando, grando, grando, grando, grando.

    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?
    Why'd ya do the crime, do the crime, did ya?

    "I never hit 'em in the face...
    I never hit 'em in the face...
    I never hit 'em in the face...
    I never hit 'em in the face..."
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    very nice :)
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    it's fuckin amazin fins..

    Sixty years old, not so long since twenty
    Still, downing quadruples and smashing the bar
    He'll steal your last penny, though he's carrying plenty
    His fourth wife's got a new wrist scar

    and the other verses a just as good

    Sixty little bruises, sixty little scabs
    Sixty little reasons the police are keeping tabs
    he'll steal you last moment, he'll steal your last breath
    if he thinks it'll gain him a glorious death

    drug addicts are sad people
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • SebasvandenbrinkSebasvandenbrink Posts: 5
    Biscuits-aloft! Great lyrics, wondering what it sounds like :D
    Heart & Kidnies!
    "Cannot be held responsible for content."
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I'm using the audacity program to record it, but syncing the drum track with the vocals is tricky. I'm working with it! You can record vocals over the pattern, but when you play back, there's a slight sync discrepancy because of the time it takes for the file to hit the speakers, which you're singing to. At the editing stage, when you're shifting the vocal track to sync, it's a fucker trying to get them exact!
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Yeah, it's a hell of a lot easier to play with live people than a recorded background. Something that isn't live just doesn't give an inch!! :)
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I'll email you the drum loop pattern, to give you a feel of what it will sound like. The vocals will be in a swing beat, in the key of, um, maybe A minor pentatonic. :)
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    OK. :)

    I've been listening to the songs you sent me tonight in my ipod. :)
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Nope, definitely B minor pentatonic, I've decided. :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    B flat?
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    B flat?

    In this context, it sounds like a good compromise and I like B flat. :)
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Okay, I put up a version you-know-where.
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    LOL!!! :D

    Do you mind if I say this song is hilarious?!

    That old man scratchy voice in the background is sooooo funny!! :D:D
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I'm delighted you thought that! :D

    I should say, "All resemblance to would-be John Waynes in East Anglia, living or dead, is, er, entirely coincidental." Er, shouldn't I? ;)
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    :)
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  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    i'll be bee-boppin' round the office today with this little dilly in my head :D


    my ex mother in law calls herself Grandy, so this has a little extra sompn sompn :)


    love it. bravo....
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