Michael invites you to do your thing:
Michael recorded this at my place a couple of weeks back. If you have any ideas for musical embellishment please ask and I'll send you the MP3
Maybe time to dust the drumkit off Mr Cail. Maybe a bit of fuzz guitar Mr Muirton, Maybe some tasteful licks Mr Guzzo or Olivieri or some bass Mr Swiss or Boyd
I got a kinda Bon Jovi thing in my head. see what you think.
Suggested lyrics by tim:
the hunting party rode at dawn toward the distant hills
to search for deer and buffalo, their larders for to fill
8 young braves rode out that day to prove their manly worth
to smell the rain and taste the air and be at one with mother earth
the sun arose and blistered down upon the rocks and sand
the cactus rose above them tall like guardians of their land
and as they reached the shaded hills they each withdrew their bow
their forefathers had versed them well to teach them all they know
CHORUS
8 young boys rode out that day they would return as men
the spirits of their ancient tribe were looking over them
to guide them in the ways of old and 8 new stories would be told
of hunting skills and enterprise...Fingers of fire
they tied their ponies to the trees and went in search of game
aware that a successful kill would bring them honour and fame
and when they came upon a buck drinking from a stream
they crept with stealth upon him on their hands and knees
when the moment was just right they let their arrows fly
for if their families were to live another's soul must surely die
the buck fell swiftly to the ground and gave a deathly cry
the young men shouted with delight and raised their weapons high
the kill was skinned and butchered and to a pony tied
the hours of teachings they'd received was fully justified
they turned to set off for their home and the greeting that awaits
but none of them were aware that day of the awfull twist of fate
riding though the midday sun, the horizon was a haze
their noses soon detected smoke as if something was ablaze
and when the young men rode in sight they saw the tepees all burned down
the totem poles that stood so tall now charcoal on the ground
the bodies full of bullet holes and stabbed with bowie knives
the bodies of their families, thier children and their wives
CHORUS
8 boys rode out that day, they would return as men
the spirits of their ancestors looking over them
to guide them in the ways of old, new stories to be told
but it wasn't meant to end this way......Fingers of fire
I like the music, I just can't stand the video!!!!!!
apeman1971 2 years ago 2
Fire enough !
kentishbloke 2 years ago
well well well...been a long time since I've had a chance to hear Michael play...good thing that I was sitting down. thanks for posting this, very lovely, indeed.
Really do love your tone Michael.
tremendous!!! jele
jelemann 2 years ago
jelemann much more of Michael's stuff on my channel. Just put ElemeFF in search bar :))
kentishbloke 2 years ago
What can be said that I have not said before !!!
nannerbj 2 years ago
he's round mine this afternoon.gis a ring and you can say hello to him.
kentishbloke 2 years ago