So - the piano part was laid down and then Christine spent all of Sunday creating a superb vocal. She recorded a really excellent version - very accomplished - but then had a sneaking feeling that she was too attached to the "good technique" she had used. She wanted a really authentic "woman who was there when the song was written" vibe from her vocal. Something earthy and of the time.
So despite having sung Parcel of Rogues for around six hours, she powered up the system again and laid down an fabulous version.
So, The Songs of Robert Burns album is on the way. We now have to decide whether to keep the track simple or to add more instruments. Will let you know what we decide :-)
Till tomorrow.
John
Parcelof Rogues Lyrics:
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,
Sae fam'd in martial story.
Now Sark rins over Solway sands,
An' Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England's province stands-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
What force or guile could not subdue,
Thro' many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitor's wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station;
But English gold has been our bane-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
O would, or I had seen the day
That Treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour,
I'll mak this declaration;
We're bought and sold for English gold-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
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