{"id":1438,"date":"2021-01-28T23:39:51","date_gmt":"2021-01-28T23:39:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/craighordlow.com\/?page_id=1438"},"modified":"2024-08-28T20:17:47","modified_gmt":"2024-08-28T20:17:47","slug":"instrumental-tracks","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/craighordlow.com\/index.php\/instrumental-tracks\/","title":{"rendered":"Instrumental Tracks & Lyrics"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Upcoming “Hordlow and Fiends” releases.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vocals Not Yet Recorded!!<\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Vocals to be recorded next – lyrics (if complete) below.
I wrote and play guitar on all these songs<\/i>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Supporting musicians: Jeff Lebson (piano, organ), James Greenfield (drums, percussion), bass guitar (players to be identified soon). Guest vocalists being arranged now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\nMP3’s & Lyrics<\/strong>
(click to hear, scroll down to read)<\/font>
\nPainted Scenes mp3<\/a> | lyrics<\/a>
These Dreams mp3<\/a> | lyrics<\/a>
Specimen mp3<\/a> | lyrics<\/a>
Big Belinda mp3<\/a> | lyrics<\/a>
Cut & Paste mp3<\/a> | lyrics<\/a>
Pot Smoking Narcissist Friend mp3<\/a> | lyrics<\/a><\/td>		Lyrics only<\/strong>
(click link or scroll down to read)<\/font>
Orange Afro<\/a>\n
I Was a Lady<\/a>\n<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Lyrics<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Painted Scenes<\/h3>
mp3<\/a> | back to top of page<\/a>\n\n\n\n

V1
You’re a loner
You don’t want to be around no one
You’re a dreamer
Dreaming of your day in the sun.
Mostly an artist,
Painting all through the night,
Painting lives in love
and the common man’s plight
You’ll never spoon, but you make it through the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You’re sleeping alone in your bed
So you can paint the things in your head,
You dream, dream…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS
But what if you couldn’t dream?
What if you had to live in your painted scenes?
Would it be so obscene…
to live in a life, and not a dream?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VII
Loner, you’re living a spectator life,
But you’d be more lonely if you were living with a wife.
It’s so strange to me
That a man who loves his art
Can feel his solitude
Peopled at once in his heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You’re sleeping alone in your bed
So you can paint the things in your head,
You dream, dream…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS
RIPPING GUITAR SOLO
VI (WRITING VIII)<\/strong>
CHORUS
CHORUS
OUTRO CHORUS<\/p>\n\n\n\n

THESE DREAMS<\/h3>
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V1
I’m asleep beneath the apple tree in my yard,
The Angel Coneflowers breathe their flowery
Charm into my dream world,
Spinning me a scene,
Life, it seems, is never anything like…

CHORUS
These dreams, the autumn scent and the ocean breeze
Temporarily suspend the laws of reality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VII
I can fly, I can die
I can travel anywhere in time,
Woh-oh, it’s giving me a tour and a taste
of life
Ripened on the vine
Woh-oh, ya ya yo<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS
These dreams, useless miracles and impossibilities
Epic adventures, and magic only a child can see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRIDGE
In our lives, we all need a sense of limitlessness
and something to hold that’s sacred, sacred.
In these dreams, I do things life won’t let me do.
Do you, do you…do you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS
These dreams, the autumn scent and the ocean breeze
Temporarily suspend the laws of reality.

GUITAR SOLO<\/p>\n\n\n\n

These dreams, the autumn scent and the ocean breeze
Temporarily suspend the laws of reality.
These dreams, useless miracles and impossibilities
Epic adventures, and magic only a child can see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SPECIMEN<\/h3>
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V1
I’m living with a poet I’m the subject she sees,
In her gaze I’m never at ease,
Everything I do, she rips it apart,
She puts it on paper and calls it art.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She’s looking for my motives, my instincts, my routines,
A window to my soul, a setting for a scene,
She’s probing me deep, it’s near obscene…
LEAVE ME BE!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS
Cause I don’t want to be no specimen
There’s no anaesthesiology for these dissections
You’re telling it all to the world, like a tabloid poet
I’d rather be in surgery
Because at least, at least, at least…
At least they give you drugs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VII
She knows my secrets, she knows my game.
She’s got me pegged, she’s got me framed.
She’s grown a fanbase, they all know my name.
She says she loves me, they same I’m lame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another ex-waitress outgrew her cocktail bar
Now she’s on a pedestal; I’m in a glass jar.
I’ve gotta take her poems, now she’s gotta take this song.
BITCH LEAVE ME BE<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS
GUITAR SOLO
CHORUS
CHORUS<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BIG BELINDA<\/h3>mp3<\/a> back to top of page<\/a>\n\n\n\n

VERSE 1<\/strong>
Oh my luck, I knew this would happen to me
I can’t bring her home for my family to see,
My mother wants a nice, plain girl
To bring more babies into this world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But woh-oh I’ve got Big Belinda,
Woh-oh I’ve got Big Belinda

Figures I’d fall for a woman of the night
How fast would mother swoon, put Big Belinda in her sight!
‘Don’t you ever bring a girl like that, around me no more little boy!
Don’t you ever bring a girl like that, around me no more!’
(repeat up a M 3rd – harmonies move too)
** note to self – watch out for parallel 5ths<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS<\/strong>
But I don’t care what people say about my Belinda
I don’t care if I must pay for my Belinda
There ain’t a woman that can play like my Belinda
And there’s nothing I’d rather say than ‘my Big Belinda’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VERSE 2<\/strong>
Am I alone, am I the only one who’s got
A secretive passion that’s tied up in a knot?
Those who judge me never venture very far
They live their lives in a vacuum-sealed jar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But woh-oh I’ve got Big Belinda,
Woh-oh I’ve got Big Belinda<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Figures I’d fall for a drag-queen in tights
How fast would mother swoon put Big Belinda in her sight!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘Don’t you ever bring a girl like that, around me no more little boy!
Don’t you ever bring a girl like that, around me no more!’
(repeat up a M 3rd)

CHORUS
RIPPING GUITAR SOLO<\/strong>
BUT WOH-OH…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don’t care what people say about my Belinda
I don’t care if I must pay for my Belinda
There ain’t a woman that can play like my Belinda
And there’s nothing I’d rather say than ‘my Big Belinda’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Woh-oh my Big Belinda
Woh-oh my Big Belinda
Woh-oh my Big Belinda
Woh-oh my Big Belinda
Woh-oh my Big Belinda
Woh-oh my Big Belinda
Woh-oh my Big Belinda
Woh-ohhhhhhhhhhh….

CHORUS INSTRUMENTAL OUTRO (organ solo)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cut & Paste<\/h3>
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VERSE 1<\/strong>
I don’t know how I’ll function when I’m old,
The world is getting complex, my brain is growing mold.
I want to live the old fashioned way,
But if I’m not on that network, I’d be digging my grave.
I can barely remember where I live,
So how should I know what my IP address is?
I ask you why it’s got to be this way,
You laugh out loud, and then you say…

CHORUS<\/strong>
How much time did we all waste
Before there was cut and paste?
— (repeat)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

VERSE 2<\/strong>
It won’t be so terrible to die
Since the world I’ve come to love
Disappeared before my eyes.
I don’t know what all these gadgets are for,
Except for the one strapped to me in case I fall to the floor.
If you could see what you’re doing to this world
You’d daydream too, and stare at young girls.
There’s one thing I’ve finally got to say…
Why does it have to be this way??<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS
INSTRUMENTAL
CHORUS<\/strong>

Acapella:<\/strong>
How much time did we all waste
Before there was… (DRUM FILL)
Cut and Paste<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pot Smoking Narcissist Friend<\/h3>
mp3<\/a> back to top of page<\/a>
lyrical assistance in Verse 2 by Evie Zaharias<\/font>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

INTRO<\/strong>
Cash, it’s all about
Cash, your stash of cash
Stash, your cash for stash
Stash…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VERSE 1<\/strong>
Pot smoking narcissist friend
Where do all your sewage drains flow?
Your bloodshot greed it don’t want to know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then you get high
And your senses come alive
This callous porous life
Is like a Jeckyl and Hyde<\/p>\n\n\n\n

INTRO

VERSE 2<\/strong>
Hypocrit Houdini in flanel disguise
A wolf in sheepskin with well-groomed sin
Your heart is as empty as your recycling bin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You play the game
You fake the walk
But what would you say
If money couldn’t talk?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS<\/strong>
Is it for a girl…
The car you’re driving
This polished, surface layer life?
When you’re in the world
Your soul is half-open
Your smile is wide but fake.

INTRO<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VERSE 3<\/strong>
Pot smoking narcissist friend
Crying about taxes you don’t want to pay
But you’d never give of yourself in any other way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then you get high
And your senses come alive
This callous porous life
Is like a Jeckyl and Hyde<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS<\/strong>
Is it for a girl…
The car you’re driving
This polished, surface layer life?
When you’re in the world
Your soul is half-open
Your smile is wide but fake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS<\/strong>
— (modulated up a whole step)<\/em>
Is it for a girl…
The car you’re driving
This polished, surface layer life?
When you’re in the world
Your soul is half-open
Your smile is wide for…
CASH!<\/p>\n\n\n\nback to top of page<\/a>\n\n\n\n

Orange Afro<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

VERSE 1<\/strong>
I wish I had an orange afro
Everything would be mine;
My head would be like a great orange sun,
Nothing around could outshine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VERSE 2<\/strong>
I wish I had an orange afro,
There\u2019d be no playing \u2018Where\u2019s Waldo?\u2019 with me,
I\u2019ve got a great big-ass head of hair,
For all you uptight fuckers to see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS<\/strong>
Orbit around me,
Oh can you see me?
Me, Me, Me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VIII<\/strong>
Damn! He\u2019s an orange afro man!
\u2018Now everyone\u2019s got one!\u2019
My head would be like a great orange sun
Nothing around could outshine. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS
CHORUS (“operatic climb” from chest to mid to head voice)
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I Was a Lady<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

(inspired by Marge Champion)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VERSE 1<\/strong>
There’s an old lady downstairs,
She’s been alone for so long,
Eating food out of a can,
Quadruple locking her door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Through these thin walls
She can hear everything I do –
My long Sunday phone calls
the sounds when I make love to you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I always saw her
as “just an old lady”,
Until I saw myself growing old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS 1<\/strong>
“I was a lady,
A beautiful lady,
And it might sound crazy,
But I’m still that lady.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VERSE 2 & 3, CHORUS 2 & 3<\/strong>
(being written)<\/em><\/p>
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Upcoming “Hordlow and Fiends” releases. Vocals Not Yet Recorded!! Vocals to be recorded next – lyrics (if complete) below.I wrote and play guitar on all these songs. Supporting musicians: Jeff Lebson (piano, organ), James Greenfield (drums, percussion), bass guitar (players to be identified soon). Guest vocalists being arranged now. MP3’s & Lyrics(click to hear, scroll down to read) Painted Scenes mp3 | lyrics These Dreams mp3 | lyrics Specimen mp3 | lyricsBig Belinda mp3 | lyricsCut & Paste mp3 | lyricsPot Smoking Narcissist Friend mp3 | […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"h5ap_radio_sources":[],"cybocfi_hide_featured_image":"","footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1438","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"featured_image_src":null,"featured_image_src_square":null,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/craighordlow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1438","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/craighordlow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/craighordlow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/craighordlow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/craighordlow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1438"}],"version-history":[{"count":90,"href":"https:\/\/craighordlow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1438\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13023,"href":"https:\/\/craighordlow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1438\/revisions\/13023"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/craighordlow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1438"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}