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War At An Infamous Hell Hole
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There's always someone we can count on to protect others.
singer songwriter acoustic beatles music florida new york love songs writer college performer larry whitler robin macblane
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I am a solo singer/songwriter. My music is mostly soft although my songs could easily be performed in mostly any style.
For me, it's all about the song. That mysteriously magical thing that happens when a lyric is married to a melody. The writing process is invigorating and exciting while simultaneously being exasperating and difficult. It is that moment when music is being composed and a lyric is being written when I am truly the "artist at his easel." The creative process continues when the song is brought into the studio to be recorded because, as in writing, the production and arrangement processes also have their own sets of challenges. Those challenges are always dictated by the song itself and the task at hand at that moment is to be true to the song and carefully craft a recording that reflects what the song is about. Part three, for me, is to then take that song and perform it. It is the purest form of displaying this work of art called a song and is the only place where the magic of the creation is reflected back to me from a room full of interested listeners. And at that moment it is only as magical as the audience makes me believe it is. My CDs are all available on CDBaby.com.
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Genre
Pop Indie Pop
Author
words and music by Larry Whitler
Rights
1989 Larry Whitler
Uploaded
January 03, 2006
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MP3 3.0 MB 192 kbps 2:12
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Some jerk with a mouth full of sin Must have forgotten who he was In the presence of when He cranks up his nasty habits For some broad who walks in Until I send him on a trip to the floor Some pig feeling tough with a gun Mistakenly believes that he can rule everyone But what the creep doesn’t know is I’m a son of a gun And he’s gonna’ be a casualty of war There’s gonna’ be, there’s gonna’ be War at an infamous Hell hole There’s gonna’ be, there’s got to be War at an infamous Hell hole Dirty slimes in a once Holy land Capture Americans then cowardly hide heads in the sand We’re sick and tired and we’re coming And we don’t give a damn It’s long enough You bastards better prepare Some dope selling crack at the school Killing kids with cocaine saying, “Dying is cool” Spits upon the jury screaming, “They are the fools” Until they send him on a trip to the chair There’s gonna’ be, there’s gonna’ be War at an infamous Hell hole There’s gonna’ be, there’s got to be War at an infamous Hell hole Some pig feeling tough with a gun Mistakenly believes that he can rule everyone But what the creep doesn’t know is I’m a son of a gun And he’s going to be a casualty of war
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