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This is a song I’ve always loved, apparently far from my kind of music but actually very close to my sensitivity and my vision. It has a sort of nostalgic and ‘out-of-time’ feel, mainly given by the main vocal melody and the stunning, ‘iconic’ oboe parts. Of course, one of the most challenging aspects was keeping my style without going too far from the original. As for the sound I wanted to pursue, I based my version on acoustic guitar, coupled with a percussion set to give a rhythmic backbone that had a quite epic-folk feel. Violins used for the original oboe parts, another oboe, synths and a clean and reverberated electric guitar used to complete the arrangement and give a sort of dreamy feel. However, I think the turning point of OBITF’s version is represented by vocals, doubling and also tripling in interesting harmonies and combinations.
The desire to make my own version of this song had been in my mind for a lot of years, never to be made concrete until few months ago, when I resolved to take this challenge. What I recorded that day at home was a bare version, but having pretty much all the core elements of the final one. I must say I had quite clear ideas on how it should sound, and in no more than an hour everything was pinned down.
Our Beauty in the Fire
Our Beauty in the Fire – Twist in My Sobriety Lyrics
All God’s children need travelling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear
I hear you talk girl
Now your conscience is clear
In the morning when I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say
I’ll never hear you
And never do what you say
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you’ll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
We’ve just poked a little empty pie
For the fun that people had at night
Late at night don’t need hostility
The timid smile and pause to free
I don’t care about their different thoughts
Different thoughts are good for me
Up in arms and chaste and whole
All God’s children took their toll
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you’ll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
Cup of tea, take time to think, yeah
Time to risk a life, a life, a life
Sweet and handsome
Soft and porky
You pig out ’til you’ve seen the light
Pig out ’til you’ve seen the light
Half the people read the papers
Read them good and well
Pretty people, nervous people
People have got to sell
News you have to sell
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you’ll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you’ll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
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