Funeral Blues (Stop all the clocks) Alternative

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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.


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ShannonB   commented 3mo+18dy ago


What would you think of female vocals for the middle two verses? Don't know that I will have a chance in March, but I could try to pick it up in April. I first have to warn you that I am difficult to work with. :0) I don't use clicks, for one. So if this is a problem, please let me know so that I don't waste your time. :)) I agree with the others; your voice works! :) Keep it up! Just saw your endorsement for Maja. She would knock it out of the park as well! :))))

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LaSarre   commented 3mo+18dy ago


I'm open to anybody contributing. The Instrumental track has no clicks, so don't worry about that, ... as long as your timing is Ok ;) If you record something, do the whole song, I might then cut the parts I wont keep. Thanks!