She Didn't Say Anything

My mind is racing
Deconstructing the arrangement
Of "What is Life"
And "All Things Must Pass"
But she's just sitting there
Not saying a thing
Sipping her drink
Like Lana Clarkson
On Phil Spector's couch

It's like Citizen Kane
Or Sunset Boulevard
I didn't get smaller
But the music did
And she's just sitting there
Not saying a thing
Sipping her drink
Like Lana Clarkson
On Phil Spector's couch

That Johnny Ramone
He wouldn't play shit
He didn't understand
Till I showed him the gun
I've still got it
Do you want to see it?
But she just sits there
Not saying a thing
Sipping her drink
Like Lana Clarkson
On Phil Spector's couch

One Man Studio Band Artifacts

To follow up on the recording post, here are some artifacts from the last song I recorded.

Rhythm Section:

Tracking Mix:

Final Version:

New Year's Eve at Snowshoe

As The Band Played "All The Things You Are"
or
Dick Clark's Last Show


All the men at the table thought she was charming
All the women thought she was a whore
So they talked of marriage, and children, and childbirth
Until she could stand it no more.
And they turned to their men, and flattered their egos
Stroked and massaged, in the ways that wives know
And the men paid the checks, and they all left the banquet
To sing "Old Lang Syne" in the fluttering snow.
But Jon from Atlanta, with his new hair plugs and glasses
Got stroked and massaged by a competent pro
Cause you can't take it with you, and on New Year's Eve
You might as well spend it on hookers and blow.