Okay, a few years ago I did a song called 'Born With Wings'. This year I had the idea of taking the same theme of persecution from a different angle, someone who has enough magical creature blood in them to register as 'probably evil' even if they aren't.

I can't say I'm particularly pleased with the lyrics or the vocal performance, but I do like how the melodies came out. This was also the first song to be mixed on the Holy Mixing Desk of St. John the Baptist, an A&H GL2400 which replaced the cheap Soundcraft MFXi-20 desk I was using before. I'm rather impressed with the results - it seems to have a lot more punch and I haven't yet been able to overload the thing into distortion, which the Soundcraft would do if you looked at it wrong.

Instruments used:
Waldorf Streichfett - string synthesizer
Hammond SK-1 - Vox transistor organ, electric piano
Roland M-VS1 - bass synth
Moog Voyager - lead synth
Roland JV1010 - clavinet, hihats
Manikin Memotron - flutes and M400 choir
Alesis DM10 - drums
Hammond XM-1 - Hammond organ
Epiphone Thunderbird Gothic - bass

Recording was done on an Otari MX80 24-track machine with the bass and vocals first recorded on a Tascam TSR-8 for its auto-punch-in capabilities.
Mixdown was done on a Studer A807 1/4" master recorder.

I was born without wings
I was born without wings
I was born without wings, but they still want me dead

What does it mean when your hair is all green
And the wise men say that it's a sign of evil
Where can you roam when you've lost your home
And every friendly face goes dark and draws a crossbow

I was born without wings
I was born without wings
I was born without wings, but they still want my head

I was born without wings
I was born without wings
I was born without wings, but they still want me dead

What can you do when you're coloured blue
Which all the heroes say means you were born a monster
They want your head because your eyes are red
Which all the wise men say means you're the child of demons

I was born without wings
I was born without wings
I was born without wings, but they still want me dead