A little Mountain Goats worship, a lead bass, trumpet samples, what more do you need?
› Lyrics‹ LyricsLake soaked in morning fog
Sweating like a hog
Wish the kids would quit asking
For all the crap they see in catalogs
White lightning distilled
Three hours til my shift at the mill
Pressed suits from Chicago
Hear them laughing down the hill
Hail Mary, full of Grace
I'm on the wrong side of thirty today
Row them out to the stash
Firm handshake, smiles and flash,
God bless the boys from Chicago:
they pay cash
Steal home from the morning run
Back against the rising sun
Buy the kids a little red wagon
when my shift is done
Hail Mary, Hail all mothers, full of Grace
May thirty be a sweet memory one day
This song is a fictionalization of my great-grandfather, who supposedly ran moonshine (aka white lightning) during Prohibition in the US.
Drums are all M8 synths, electric bass was recorded live, the trumpet is from the "360 from Mars" Samples from Mars library (sequenced on M8), and the noise transitions are a reversed recorded of a distorted electric guitar
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