🎙️Lui Piluso - Mary 🔉
(🇬🇧English translation bellow)
🇪🇸Esta es una canción muy especial que compuse y publiqué en el 2019 basada en unos cuentos de Khalil Gibran), con una historia muy poética y trágica a la vez. Voy a dejar la letra al final de este post :)
La canción la volví a grabar para el demo de los preamplificadores para micrófonos de cinta de la marca AEA (rpq500 y trp500) que están rackeados al lunchbox de
@quagliardiaudio , donde grabé mi hermosa guitarra acústica Taylor (
@taylorespanol ,
@taylorguitars )con una configuración mid side con mics
@guerrilla.audio.store 84 y
@patobaumann R1, y para la voz (grabada con ribbon también) el PBM R1.
Contame Que te parece esta canción debajo en un comentario? 👇
🇬🇧 This is a very special song that I composed and released in 2019, based on some tales by Khalil Gibran, with a very poetic and tragic story. I'll leave the lyrics at the end of this post 😊
I recorded the song again for the demo of AEA ribbon microphone preamps (rpq500 and trp500) that are racked in Quagliardi's lunchbox, where I recorded my beautiful Taylor acoustic guitar with a mid-side setup using Guerrilla Audio 84 and PBM R1 mics, and for the vocals (also recorded with ribbon) the PBM R1.
Let me know what you think about this song in a comment below 👇
🎶Lyrics:
Came alone into this world
raised far away in Lebanon
adopted to a farmers home
broke and only bread to cure
in the valley she walked
her kettle and a baby dog
hoped her life would change as
she bathed in the waterfall
all of a sudden her dream came true
a man well dressed and clean
she was frightened and afraid
but with one look they fell in love
“See what I can give you”
no one can take it away
all I want is our hands
to meet in a dream and build a castle in the sky
no one heard of mary
the beauty of the valleys
several years had gone by
until I encountered her son
in the city she was
sick and on her death bed
alone and poor she was left
to die ashamed of who she was
and isn't life in a quest
of life in bothies that
fear the grave
as she drinks forms life´s fountain
What is it to die?
but to stand naked in the wind
and to burn
into the sun