Members VladM Posted March 22, 2016 Members Share Posted March 22, 2016 I spent about one week obsessively studying one recording - "The Spectre" by Jackson C. Frank. I know I'm not technically perfect right now, but I'm still learning. I first began as just a guitarist and pianist, so I am mostly trying to create moods right now, and worrying about the vocal details later. Jackson C. Frank is my hero. It would be a monumental honor to be even 5% or 10% of what he was. Jackson C. Frank - The Spectre Where the street becomes a wallThe spectre fell against itWithout a cry or a wailHere in the darknessHis black and green will ramThere's no more lack of conscienceThat isn't due a planOh, the spectre The spectre had no foodThe spectre wasn't guiltHe had no light, he had no lightHis shadow overspilledAnd 'cross the rugged rangesOf kerbs and broken mindsThe spectre wasn't finishedThe spectre was the nightOh, the spectre Behold the shining silverOf a coin held in your handThe spectre isn't greedyHe recalls he is a manWhile all through the midnightOppression only criesSee, oh see the spectreCaught for the compromiseOh, the spectreOh, the spectreWhere the street becomes a wallThe spectre fell against itWithout a cry or a wail Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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