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So this is another spoken word poem type thing. Still getting the hand of my mic, if anyone has any tips for recording i'd be very appreciative. Mixing too, i tried some equalization on this one but i'm not sure if it made it sound better or worse. Any software recommendation for recording vocals would be great.
It's going to be cold tommorow
I'll wake up by the lake
There'll be ice on it's surface
And i'll shiver and i'll shake
And i'll wake slowly
They'll be rust on my bones
In a lonely bed of leaves
There'll be no one to hear my groans
From their thrones
The Gods will laugh
As i let out a sullen cry
And i'll pry open my lips
From the seal from the frost of the night
Taught and tight
My body cramped by the grip of winters hand
It will take a month to move
And it will take a year to stand
And it will take a century to walk
And i will never talk again
But i won't have thing to say
To any other men
There won't be any common ground
From which to share my life
And as i gaze around at the frozen land
Every sight will be a knife
Every sound will be a ghost
Hurtling though my head
Every taste will leave a bitter sting
And my hunger will never be fed
And my lust will never be satisfied
I'll have a thirst forever unquenched
My only thoughts will be of malice
They'll be wrought and torn and wrenched
I'll be broken and i'll be bony
I'll live a life thats cast in lead
I'll sleep in slips of shadows
And i'll wake in my death bed
Any thoughts in general would be nice.
Thanks for listening!