A song

A fair bit has been said in the last year or so about the need for non-preachy and forward-looking RW art/music. I don’t claim that this song is forward-looking—quite the contrary in fact—but it is RW (if you look at it from a moderately informed angle), it is music and it is not preachy.

It was written and recorded at home last year. I wasn’t able to spend too much time on it. I did a couple of lead voxxx takes and comped em, backing voxx parts one take each. No autotune; I can’t abide it. Maybe there are a few notes I could have hit better but whatever.

Guitar/keys are…not my forte. Acoustic/electric rhythm guitar parts and simple keyboard chords are my own, and I did the best I could with the instrumentation in the time I could spare. Solo/harmony lead guitar and organ solo were all played by friends of mine who are proper musicians. Mixing also by a friend—I would have handled it differently but I was ‘too close to the project’ and tried to keep out of it. I still think he mixed voxx too loud blahblahblah who cares

EDIT 16/3/25: NOW REMIXED WITH MODERATED VOX LEVELS!

Broad topik of lyrixxx you can probably figure out for yourself. I leave em here unannotated.

Listen loud on proper equipment, preferably on headphones!

Hope you enjoy!

Intro: The King and the God (H₃rḗḱs dei̯wós-kwe)

We're long gone

We shed no tears—

dust and thunder in the dawn

We're sky born(e)—

Horse, spear and wheel

drive the farmers from the plains

Motion and fame

We made war

in the longhouse lands

Last year we wintered in the west

We raised mounds

for the kings we chose

No law is higher than the band

Raise up your arms

to our father sky

They're of the earth; we are the storm

Motion and fame

We made a vow

in the shade of the bough

In the grove of the oak

the words that we spoke

were witnessed by the god

We won’t return, my friend

There are no better men

than you and I

Of a new renown

in songs they sing—

and an empire in the east

We rest beyond

the blade's last blow—

each in a king's grave of our own

Raise up your arms

to our father sky

They're of the earth; we are the storm

Motion and fame  

Outro: Schleicher's fable: Avis akvāsas ka ("The Sheep and the Horses")