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Ein Song über (gute) Köche und gute Küche, mit einem kleinen Augenzwinkern erzählt...
Alle Stimmen, Instrumente und Geräusche: Kurt Theurer
Drums by Cubase Groove Agent und EZ-Drummer
Guitar Solo: Duesenberg Starplayer TV, ansonsten wirkt noch eine Fender Telecaster sowie eine Hamer Sunburst und ein Fender Jazz Bass mit. Alles direkt ins UR22 Interface, der Sound kommt vom Cubase VST Amp Rack.
Addendum 05.02.2021: Neue Drums, da mir die alten nicht so richtig gepasst haben
EDIT 24.01.2024: SSL Comp auif Stereo Bus, Gesang besser eingebettet, Bass EQ etc. etc.
Alle Stimmen, Instrumente und Geräusche: Kurt Theurer
Drums by Cubase Groove Agent und EZ-Drummer
Guitar Solo: Duesenberg Starplayer TV, ansonsten wirkt noch eine Fender Telecaster sowie eine Hamer Sunburst und ein Fender Jazz Bass mit. Alles direkt ins UR22 Interface, der Sound kommt vom Cubase VST Amp Rack.
Addendum 05.02.2021: Neue Drums, da mir die alten nicht so richtig gepasst haben
EDIT 24.01.2024: SSL Comp auif Stereo Bus, Gesang besser eingebettet, Bass EQ etc. etc.
Captain of the lard
(Words ©2017 by Kurt Theurer)
1. You don’t know my name
(You) don’t recognize my face
When you see me on the street
Or in some bookshop ‘round your place
You don’t waste your mind on who
That handsome man might be
Who looks tired and whom you see
So often smoking nervously
Bridge I
But you should see me when I shine
Mis en place , (and) dressed (up) divine
My hands a finely tuned machine
My brain an archive of (the) cuisine
Refrain
You smile (B) - when you look at your plate
You close your eyes (B) – as you taste the first bite
A flavour explosion (B) – you (start to) ignore your date
Indulging in your passion (nur “passion” (B)), it just feels so right.
And guess who earns your highest regard
It’s me – the captain of the lard
2. To your table graciously
I stride accepting your homage
Making small talk casually
How about some nice fromage (mit “franz.” Akzent)
When you’re gone I’ll stay
Trying to clear my mind
Taking off my chef’s beret
...and leaving it all behind.
Bridge II
But tomorrow you’ll see me when I shine
Dressed to kill, glass of wine
My hands a finely tuned machine
My brain an archive of (the) cuisine
(Words ©2017 by Kurt Theurer)
1. You don’t know my name
(You) don’t recognize my face
When you see me on the street
Or in some bookshop ‘round your place
You don’t waste your mind on who
That handsome man might be
Who looks tired and whom you see
So often smoking nervously
Bridge I
But you should see me when I shine
Mis en place , (and) dressed (up) divine
My hands a finely tuned machine
My brain an archive of (the) cuisine
Refrain
You smile (B) - when you look at your plate
You close your eyes (B) – as you taste the first bite
A flavour explosion (B) – you (start to) ignore your date
Indulging in your passion (nur “passion” (B)), it just feels so right.
And guess who earns your highest regard
It’s me – the captain of the lard
2. To your table graciously
I stride accepting your homage
Making small talk casually
How about some nice fromage (mit “franz.” Akzent)
When you’re gone I’ll stay
Trying to clear my mind
Taking off my chef’s beret
...and leaving it all behind.
Bridge II
But tomorrow you’ll see me when I shine
Dressed to kill, glass of wine
My hands a finely tuned machine
My brain an archive of (the) cuisine
