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El Dorado
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Jazzy urban 'walking around' song by the great Bobby Watson. I took his musical track and wrote words to it. Recorded and mixed at Musicians' Collaboration
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Internationally recognized, prize-winning lyricist well-versed in cabaret, indie, folk, country, showtunes and several other genres.
I am the Grand Prize Winner of the 2007 International Songwriting Competition for my collaboration with Eduard Glumov, "I'm Not Your Friend." We also won First Prize in the Rock/Alt Division of the Great American Song Contest. One judge called it a prime example of "world-class songwriting" and said the images in the were "often stunning." I'm a lyricist and have been collaborating with musicians from California to Kazakhstan, over the Internet. The fruits of that collaboration are found here, and at . While the winning song was a hot funk-rock song, with a compact streamlined lyric, I write in several styles. I've chosen "indie" as my genre, but I write anything from cabaret to country, and am looking to work with musicians and composers of all stripes. Currently I'm finding writing partners here in my home town of Philadelphia.
Song Info
Genre
Jazz Jazz General
Charts
#4,598 today Peak #4
#1,443 in subgenre Peak #1
Author
Z. Mulls/Bobby Watson
Rights
2007
Uploaded
April 10, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB 128 kbps 3:25
Story behind the song
Bobby Watson gave me this musical bed to play with. I got a great urban feel from it and couldn't get the words "El Dorado" out of my head. It wasn't a long trip to get from the search for the lost city of gold to the search for an elusive fix. The style of lyric is very cryptic and short. i> Demo created online at Musician's Collaboration
Keyboard/Mixing: Bobby Watson
Guitar: David Cole Wheeler
Drums: Mike Kosacek
Vocals: "TallPaul" from Musicians Collaboration
Lyrics
Golden moments at last Sweet nirvana is nearing All my past in the past El Dorado Some crazy dream No salt, and no woman for holding My skin is so damn golden How I gleam Ain’t no dream Faded photograph sidewalk Sepia shadows where I walk Where I walk Some days nothing to lose Blazing sun disappearing Dust kicks up on my shoes El Dorado Three gold balls Put my soul up for barter Every week it gets harder And harder and harder and harder See the pretty gold band Give my memory a hearing Cold hard cash in my hand El Dorado And you go underground Know where the treasure is found A packet of herbs to burn my mind And home I fly Already soaring so high Incense in the air, as I close the blind Golden moments at last Sweet nirvana is nearing All my past in the past El Dorado
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