Personally, I very much like the musical part of this song...epic, huge melodies and great groovy, outstanding drum play...
but the mix (and if there was a mater) a bit weak in the energy if you know what I mean?!
rock song should scream in the good way...donno the solution, maybe get some power on the final volume on the master or work with eq...
Sneaking in the door with the smell of dread on your breathe
Your busy tripping over toys, forgetting the words that she said
She said she cant stand your voice and the way you always complain
But you’ve been doing nothing different, sure everythings just the same
Holding the walls as you climb up the stairs, The words in your head now seeming more unprepared. You stop and you breathe and count five seconds down then you take the last step into her battle ground
Shes lying on her right side staring right at the wall, you know she knows that your there because you tripped in the hall, you try to summon the person you trained your mind to be real, but instead a noise comes out like a piglets squeal
Shes tossing and turning so you assess from the air, the stale stench of regret just isnt there. Your hearing so many words in that terrible silence, but she just simply stares her eyes rearing for violence
Its been an age since a touch has passed between bitter meaning, the silence smothers you both so you continue the screaming. Theres a tenderness there but its coated and veiled, buried so deep within all those attempts that have failed
Theres a grace in her step when she leaves you alone, with the vinegar stress and the beckoning phone. Your dialling whores and drug dealers, texting with your fat fingers but every evening shes gone your feeling closer to leaving
A short simple note with one or two simple lines, just to thank her for taking away the good times. The noose in the garage, the blades in the press with every second that passes your feeling more depressed
wrote this to your track. would love to colloborate. its a kinda lincoln park vibe to it.
on Coming Home - Abi Ottkin ft Ryan Field by ABIOTTKIN
on Expectations - ABI OTTKIN ft PANE by ABIOTTKIN
on Expectations - ABI OTTKIN ft PANE by ABIOTTKIN
congrats and handshake, Danke
on Coming Home - Abi Ottkin ft Ryan Field by ABIOTTKIN
on Coming Home - Abi Ottkin ft Ryan Field by ABIOTTKIN
on Coming Home - Abi Ottkin ft Ryan Field by ABIOTTKIN
on Whatever U Want by ABIOTTKIN
on Whatever U Want by ABIOTTKIN
Psycho
on Wake Up by ABIOTTKIN
but the mix (and if there was a mater) a bit weak in the energy if you know what I mean?!
rock song should scream in the good way...donno the solution, maybe get some power on the final volume on the master or work with eq...
or just leave in this way...:-)
cool song, Danke
on Whatever U Want by ABIOTTKIN
Your busy tripping over toys, forgetting the words that she said
She said she cant stand your voice and the way you always complain
But you’ve been doing nothing different, sure everythings just the same
Holding the walls as you climb up the stairs, The words in your head now seeming more unprepared. You stop and you breathe and count five seconds down then you take the last step into her battle ground
Shes lying on her right side staring right at the wall, you know she knows that your there because you tripped in the hall, you try to summon the person you trained your mind to be real, but instead a noise comes out like a piglets squeal
Shes tossing and turning so you assess from the air, the stale stench of regret just isnt there. Your hearing so many words in that terrible silence, but she just simply stares her eyes rearing for violence
Its been an age since a touch has passed between bitter meaning, the silence smothers you both so you continue the screaming. Theres a tenderness there but its coated and veiled, buried so deep within all those attempts that have failed
Theres a grace in her step when she leaves you alone, with the vinegar stress and the beckoning phone. Your dialling whores and drug dealers, texting with your fat fingers but every evening shes gone your feeling closer to leaving
A short simple note with one or two simple lines, just to thank her for taking away the good times. The noose in the garage, the blades in the press with every second that passes your feeling more depressed
wrote this to your track. would love to colloborate. its a kinda lincoln park vibe to it.