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Strange Ways

from Yogi: Any Raw Flesh? by Shawn Farley

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One of the three tunes to be recorded twice for this project, it's the one where the final version most resembles its original version.

Drummer Chris Gorczyca and I have always had a great working relationship. He tends to just "get" what I do, sometimes to an almost absurd degree. I've learned a lot about drumming from incessantly asking him questions over the years. On this particular song, he liked what I programmed on the drum machine demo so much that he pretty much learned it note-for-note. Chris comes from the Neal Peart school of preparing a part for recording, then going into the studio and trying to nail it. One side-effect of working with Darin is that Darin is always looking for the little "oops"-ses that happen in sessions, and fighting hard to keep those in. I like the tension between the two sides.

When I was writing this, it was one of my early experiments writing with a sequencer, so I spent a lot of time on the orchestration, with several string parts, piano, etc. Funny that in the final mix, most of that stuff is buried so low you might miss it.

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How strange, your ways
How strange, your walk
How strange, these days
How strange, this talk

What is that disease I see inside of you
Makes you scream and holler like you do
Everywhere I see desire
A shopping list of fear picked out for you

How strange, your mind
How strange, I find inside
How strange, denial
How strange, oh how strange

Drown me out my mind's on fire
Strike me down it's for the public good

Looks just like a cancer
Like the kind that killed my kin
It'll eat you up from the inside, out
You'll never see me again

Looks just like a cancer
Like the kind that killed my kin
It'll eat you up from the inside, out
It eats you up, it eats you up, it eats you

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from Yogi: Any Raw Flesh?, released March 13, 2001
Words and music by Shawn Farley.

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