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Post by mitchfit on Jul 3, 2024 22:47:26 GMT
^^^^
tomgiemza,
love is a many splendored thing:
B. B. KING ABOUT B. B. KING:
HENDRIX, WRITTEN BY HENDRIX:
There's a red house over yonder That's where my baby stays Lord, there's a red house over yonder Lord, that's where my baby stays
I ain't been home to see my baby In ninety-nine and one half days Wait a minute something's wrong here The key won't unlock this door Wait a minute something's wrong
Lord, have mercy This key won't unlock this door Somethin's goin' on here I have a bad, bad feeling That my baby don't live here no more THAT'S ALRIGHT, I STILL GOT MY GUITAR Look out now!
Well, I might as well go back over yonder Way back up on the hill that's something to do Lord, I might as well go back over yonder Way back yonder 'cross the hill 'Cause if my baby don't love me no more I know her sister will
LOVE IS A MANY SPLENDORED THING--THE FOUR ACES--LYRICS BY PAUL WEBSTER & MUSIC BY SAMMY FAIN:
Love is a many-splendored thing, It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring, Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living, The golden crown that makes a man a king. Lost on a high and windy hill, In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still, When our fingers touch my silent heart has taught us how to sing, Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing.
you can love your guitar, but it will never tell you when you're wrong like your old lady will...
mitchfit
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Post by archtopeddy on Jul 4, 2024 3:49:34 GMT
Here's a great story telling song, written in 1971 by Gilbert O'Sullivan at only 21 years of age.
Alone Again (Naturally)
In a little while from now If I'm not feeling any less sour I promise myself to treat myself And visit a nearby tower And climbing to the top Will throw myself off In an effort to Make it clear to whoever Wants to know what it's like when you're shattered Left standing in the lurch at a church Were people saying, My God, that's tough She stood him up No point in us remaining We may as well go home As I did on my own Alone again, naturally To think that only yesterday I was cheerful, bright and gay Looking forward to who wouldn't do The role I was about to play But as if to knock me down Reality came around And without so much as a mere touch Cut me into little pieces Leaving me to doubt Talk about, God in His mercy Oh, if he really does exist Why did he desert me In my hour of need I truly am indeed Alone again, naturally It seems to me that There are more hearts broken in the world That can't be mended Left unattended What do we do What do we do Alone again, naturally Looking back over the years And whatever else that appears I remember I cried when my father died Never wishing to hide the tears And at sixty-five years old My mother, God rest her soul Couldn't understand why the only man She had ever loved had been taken Leaving her to start With a heart so badly broken Despite encouragement from me No words were ever spoken And when she passed away I cried and cried all day Alone again, naturally Alone again, naturally
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Post by Michael Messer on Jul 7, 2024 16:22:26 GMT
"Louisiana 1927" is a 1974 song written by Randy Newman. It tells the story of the Great Mississippi Flood of 1927 which left 700,000 people homeless in Louisiana and Mississippi.
What Has Happened Down Here Is The Wind Have Changed Clouds Roll In From The North And It Started To Rain Rained Real Hard And Rained For A Real Long Time Six Feet Of Water In The Streets Of Evangeline
The River Rose All Day The River Rose All Night Some People Got Lost In The Flood Some People Got Away Alright The River Have Busted Through Cleard Down To Plaquemines Six Feet Of Water In The Streets Of Evangelne
Louisiana, Louisiana They're Tyrin' To Wash Us Away They're Tryin' To Wash Us Away Louisiana, Louisiana They're Tryin' To Wash Us Away They're Tryin' To Wash Us Away
President Coolidge Came Down In A Railroad Train With A Little Fat Man With A Note-Pad In His Hand The President Say, "Little Fat Man Isn't It A Shame What The River Has Done To This Poor Crackers Land."
Randy Newman, such a great writer.
Shine On Michael
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Post by Michael Messer on Jul 7, 2024 17:26:15 GMT
This is wonderful. The songs Bernie Taupin & Elton John wrote together in the '70s are among the greatest songs ever written.
My friend BJ Cole played the pedal steel on the original recording. Not sure about this 2016 remaster, I prefer the original master.
Blue-jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty-eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must've seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back, she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man, he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on, she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums
But, oh, how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly slowly
Hold me closer, tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today
Hold me closer, tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today
Blue-jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty-eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must've seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Oh, how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly slowly
Hold me closer, tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today
Hold me closer, tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Ooh
Shine On Michael
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Post by mitchfit on Jul 7, 2024 23:28:45 GMT
sadly, the entire story was >much worse< than MM stated.
at the peak the river swelled up to over 100 miles/160 Km wide with (+,-) 30 feet/9 meters of water covering the cities and farmlands beneath. prisoners along with black (mostly) and white farm workers who had evacuated to refugee camps beforehand were conscripted [sometimes at gunpoint] to try to reinforce the failing dike system near Greenville, Mississippi. when it eventually cratered, surviving workers drowned or fled/swam to any higher elevation islands where they were left with no food or safe water to drink for many days. in many places the whites were rescued first, leaving behind black men, women and children stranded until afterward.
it was the country's most costly natural disaster when the waters finally subsided. in some places up to 9 weeks later. leaving 3/4 million people with no home, transportation, money, job, food, or water. it was well beyond tragic and happened just two years before "the great depression of 1929" hit.
considering all of the financial boost that gangster activity had gotten from prohibition and the bankrupting of world war one debt held due to loss of booze iax revenue in that era, it was not a good decade for the privately owned "federal reserve banking system" or the citizens of the nation at all...
WRITTEN BY--Lizzie "Memphis Minnie" Douglas and "Kansas" Joe McCoy, (her ex-old man):
If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break And the water gonna come in, have no place to stay
Well all last night I sat on the levee and moan Well all last night I sat on the levee and moan Thinkin’ ’bout my baby and my happy home
If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break And all these people have no place to stay
Now look here mama what am I to do Now look here mama what am I to do I ain’t got nobody to tell my troubles to
I works on the levee mama both night and day I works on the levee mama both night and day I ain’t got nobody, keep the water away
Oh cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do no good Oh cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do no good When the levee breaks, mama, you got to lose
I works on the levee mama both night and day I works on the levee mama both night and day The work's so hard, keep the water away
I had a woman, she wouldn’t do for me I had a woman, she wouldn’t do for me I’m goin’ back to my used to be
I’s a mean old levee, cause me to weep and moan I’s a mean old levee, cause me to weep and moan Gonna leave my baby, and my happy home
mitchfit
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Post by mitchfit on Jul 9, 2024 20:44:27 GMT
pop/rock music was/is in large parts made up of "love songs". while most have heard Elvis sing "Can't Help Falling In Love", or The Righteous Brothers' "Unchained Melody" and The Beatles' "Michelle", here are some great tunes that didn't get the same radio airwaves exposure, but deserved more IMO:
CHERISH BY THE ASSOCIATION--WRITTEN BY TERRY KIRKMAN
Cherish is a word I use to describe All the feelings that I have hiding here for you inside
You don't know how many times I've wished that I had told you You don't know how many times I've wished that I could hold you You don't know how many times I've wished that I could mold you Into someone who could cherish me as much as I cherish you
Cherish is a word that more than applies To the hope in my heart each time I realize
When I am not gonna be the one to share your dreams When I am not gonna be the one to share your schemes When I am not gonna be the one to share what seems To be the life that you could cherish as much as I do yours
Oh, I'm beginning to think that man has never found The words that could make you want me That have the right amount of letters, just the right sound That could make you hear, make you see That you are drivin' me out of my mind
Oh, I could say I need you, but then you'd realize That I want you just like a thousand other guys Who'd say they love you with all the rest of their lies When all they wanted was to touch your face, your hands And gaze into your eyes
Cherish is the word I use to describe All the feeling that I have hiding here for you inside
You don't know how many times I've wished that I had told you You don't know how many times I've wished that I could hold you You don't know how many times I've wished that I could mold you Into someone who could cherish me as much as I cherish you
And I do Cherish you And I do Cherish you
Cherish is the word
LIKE TO GET TO KNOW YOU BY SPANKY AND OUR GANG--WRITTEN BY STUART SCHARF AND BOB DOROUGH
But I'd like to get to know you (Yes I would) But I'd like to get to know you (If I could) But I'd like to get to know you
Finally I've found Searching all around Just was not the answer One I thought was true Looked a bit like you I figured I might chance her
But I'd like to get to know you (Yes I would) But I'd like to get to know you (If I could) But I'd like to get to know you
Hardly need to say She went on her way Said it was all over Well it's been some time And I guess that I'm just meant to be a rover
But I'd like to get to know you (Yes I would) Yes I'd like to get to know you (If I could)
Well I can't promise that I'll spend a day with you I can't promise that I'll find a way with you I can't promise no, I can't promise that I'll love you
But I'd like to get to know you (Yes I would) Yes I'd like to get to know you (If I could) I'd like to get to know you, know you, know I'd like to get to know you, know you, know I'd like to get to know you, know you, know Yes I'd like to get to know you, know you, know
Once upon I found her Built my world around her But I'd like to get to know you
{REPEAT AND FADE}
SOLD MY HEART BY ZEPHYR--WRITTEN BY JOCK BARTLEY AND DAVID GIVENS
Standing here feeling the new day begin, you and I Watching the sun place a kiss upon the eastern sky You and me and the trees are reaching for the summer light Take away the night and I wanna stay with you tonight
And maybe we'll spend our lives together, you and I Or maybe only spend one day in love, mm-hmm I sold my heart's diamonds and I sold my heart's gold I could not find someone to give these treasures of my soul It's not as though I haven't tried, but searching is in vain Been running after love too long, a blind man with no cane A blind man with no cane
Mornings, you know They lift me, yeah they do Wake me, open my eyes I'm looking at you
Hold me longer, my darling Hold me when I call (and that's all) I wanna stay with you, all right? Oh, all right I wanna stay with you tonight
DARLING BE HOME SOON BY THE LOVIN' SPOONFUL--WRITTEN BY JOHN SEBASTIAN
Come and talk of all the things we did today Hear and laugh about our funny little ways While we have a few minutes to breathe And I know that it's time you must leave
But darling, be home soon I couldn't bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdled My darling, be home soon It's not just these few hours but I've been waiting since I toddled For the great relief of having you to talk to
And now a quarter of my life is almost past I think I've come to see myself at last And I see that the time spent confused Was the time that I spent without you And I feel myself in bloom
So darling, be home soon I couldn't bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdled My darling, be home soon It's not just these few hours but I've been waiting since I toddled For the great relief of having you to talk to
So darling, my darling, be home soon I couldn't bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdled My darling, be home soon It's not just these few hours but I've been waiting since I toddled For the great relief of having you to talk to
Go and beat your crazy head against the sky Try and see beyond the houses and your eyes It's okay to shoot for the moon
Darling, be home soon I couldn't bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdled My darling, be home soon It's not just these few hours but I've been waiting since I toddled For the great relief of having you to talk to
mitchfit
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Post by tomgiemza on Jul 12, 2024 6:32:52 GMT
Life is just too short for some folks For other folks it just drags on Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey Others figure tea is too strong I'm the type of guy who likes it right down the middle I don't like all this bouncing back and forth Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie And my head in the cool blue North And there we'll do just as we please It ain't nothing but a breeze In a small suburban garden Not a single neighbor knows our name I know the woman wishes we would move somewhere Where the houses aren't all the same Jesse, I wish you would take me Where the grass is greener I really couldn't say where it may be Somewhere up on a mountain top Or down by the deep blue sea And there we'll do just as we please It ain't nothing but a breeze One day I'll be old gray grandpa All the pretty girls will call me "sir, " Now, where they're asking me how things are Soon they'll ask me how things were Well, I don't mind being an old gray grandpa If you'll be my gray grandma But I suggest we go have our milk and cookies In the shade of the old paw-paw And there we'll do just as we please It ain't nothing but a breeze
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Post by Michael Messer on Jul 12, 2024 12:31:56 GMT
Mrs Trellis's post on another thread brought one of my favourite songs to the surface. This one has been following me around since I was eighteen years old.
Al Green & Teenie Hodges' Take Me To The River, written in 1974 is such a great song, and the band on this recording are superb.
Just look at this lineup...
Al Green – vocals Mabon "Teenie" Hodges – guitar Leroy Hodges – bass guitar Charles Hodges – Hammond organ, piano Howard Grimes – drums, congas Archie Turner, Michael Allen – piano Andrew Love, Ed Logan – tenor saxophone James Mitchell – baritone saxophone, string arrangements Wayne Jackson – trumpet Jack Hale, Sr. – trombone The Memphis Strings – strings
I don't know why I love you like I do With all the changes I keep going through Lost all my money and my happiness And I haven't had the worst of it yet I wanna know, tell me, tell me why I love it still
Take me to the river (river) Wash me down (whoa-whoa) Yeah, drop me in the water (whoa-whoa, river) Back to my fishing ground (whoa-whoa)
And I don't know why been treated so bad Thinking 'bout the good things that I never had Love's an ocean I won't forget My sweet sixteen, I will never regret I wanna know, won't you tell me, tell me why I love it still
Come on, river (whoa-whoa, river) Wet me down (whoa-whoa) Yeah, dip me in the water (whoa-whoa, river) Back to my fishing ground (whoa-whoa)
And, and hold me, squeeze me Just love me, and tease me Until I can't, 'til I can't Take it no more
I don't know why been treated so bad Thinking 'bout the good things that I never had Love's an ocean I won't forget My sweet sixteen, I will never regret I wanna know, to tell me, tell me why I love it still
Take me to the river (whoa-whoa, river) And dip me in the water (whoa-whoa) Take me to the river (whoa-whoa, river) Drop me in the water (whoa-whoa) Take me to the river (whoa-whoa, river) And drop me in the water (whoa-whoa) Yeah, take me to the water (whoa-whoa, river) My fishing ground (whoa-whoa)
Oh (whoa-whoa) Whoa-whoa (river), the river (whoa-whoa) Whoa-whoa, ow (whoa-whoa, river) Whoa-whoa, river (whoa-whoa) Wash me, wet me (whoa-whoa, river) Squeeze me, and tease me (whoa-whoa) That river (whoa-whoa, river) Whoa-whoa, river (whoa-whoa) Ow (whoa-whoa, river) Whoa-whoa, river (whoa-whoa)
Washing me down
Shine On Michael
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Post by mitchfit on Jul 14, 2024 2:18:59 GMT
some songs are clearly just for the fun of it. this one may not make much sense without knowing that "Alley Oop" was the neanderthal star of a newspaper daily comic strip who was brought into the future with his dinosaur. it ran from 1933-2002, so long there were many cartoonists/others who were involved with creating it. there has been a ressurection of the strip recently, but not sure when. so famous that slam dunks in the NBA started be called, "Alley Oops". like Elvis, so popular he even had his own commemorative postage stamp issued: library.missouri.edu/specialcollections/exhibits/show/alley-oop/item/1244program introduced by another rock-n-roll legend, Dick Clark: ALLEY OOP BY THE HOLLYWOOD ARGYLES--WRITTEN BY DALLAS FRAZIER (Oop-oop, oop, oop-oop) (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop There's a man in the funny papers we all know (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) He lived way back a long time ago (Alley Oop,oop, oop, oop-oop) He don't eat nothin' but a bear cat stew (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Well, this cat's name is-a Alley-Oop (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) He got a chauffeur that's a genuine dinosaur (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) And he can knuckle your head before you count to four (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) He got a big ugly club and a head full of hay-uh (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Like great big lions and grizzly bears (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) (Alley-Oop) He's the toughest man there is alive (Alley-Oop) Wearin' clothes from a wildcat's hide (Alley-Oop) He's the king of the jungle jive (Look at that cave man go!!) (SCREAM) He rides thru the jungle tearin' limbs offa trees (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Knockin' great big monstas dead on their knees (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) The cats don't bug him cuz they know bettah (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Cuz he's a mean motah scootah and a bad go-gettah (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) (Alley-Oop) He's the toughest man there is alive (Alley-Oop) Wears clothes from a wildcat's hide (Alley-Oop) He's the king of the jungle jive (Look at that cave man go!!) (SCREAM) There he goes (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Look at that cave man go (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) He sure is hip ain't he (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Like what's happening (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) He's too much (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Ride, Daddy, ride (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Hi-yo dinosawruh (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Ride, Daddy, ride (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Get 'em, man (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Like--hipsville (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) mitchfit
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Post by mitchfit on Jul 16, 2024 0:41:10 GMT
DEJA VU ALL OVER AGAIN:
mitchfit
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Post by richclough on Jul 16, 2024 11:06:03 GMT
One interesting lyrical form for me is the 'list' song i.e. there's no story, just a 'list' of (possibly) related images/things/thoughts and a catchy chorus. Here's some of my favourite examples:
Have just realised that only the first has a chorus!
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Post by mitchfit on Jul 17, 2024 3:56:16 GMT
richclough, you are truly inspirational!
PROJECT GENEALOGY
IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS OSS MADE FROM DIRT HE WON THE WAR HE DIED PENNILESS AND HOMELESS WHEN NOT NEEDED ANYMORE
YET HE TOOK A WIFE NAMED CIA FROM HIS RIB SHE WAS A CLONE AND SHE NAMED HER YOUNG SON CHATTER THOUGH HE ONLY SPOKE ALONE
CHATTER WED A GIRL NAMED BLUEBIRD IN THE MORNING SHE WOULD SING HER RECORDS ALL WENT SOLID GOLD AND THEY NEVER MEANT A THING
SHE BORE A SON NAMED MOCKINGBIRD WHO COULD REALLY PLAY THE GAME SOON HE STOLE HIS MOTHER'S KINGDOM AND DELETED HER OLD NAME
HIS WIFE WAS THEN NAMED ARTICHOKE ULTRA BECAME THEIR SURNAME HEARST PAID HIS DAUGHTER'S RANSOM NOTE EVENING NEWS WAS NE'ER THE SAME
AND THEIR FIRST SON THEY NAMED M. K. MARRIED INTO ROYALTY THE WEDDING AIRED ACROSS THE GLOBE FOR THE PEASANTS ALL TO SEE
THEIR SON WED WITH PRINCESS MONARCH WHO THEN WOVE HER OWN COCOON FIVE CATERPILLARS HE HAD SIRED TO DECEIVE THE PLANET SOON
ALPHA BETA DELTA TRIPLETS AND OMEGA GAMMA TWINS FLEW OFF INTO THE WARM SPRING BREEZE TO OBSCURE THE FAMILY SINS
and the world lived happily ever after, written today, your yesterday, mitchfit
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Post by mitchfit on Jul 23, 2024 3:43:07 GMT
haven't been around lately due to the big internet crash in the US, even cell phones and land lines were also out here in the boonies until about noon today.
sure looks like lyrics above failed mo-bad!
since this thread is about lyrics and words generally--lets make this an example. point out why they didn't work for you. or suggest better ways to deliver message. for everyone's benefit.
be brutally honest, have thick skin here. besides your chances of hurting BOTH of my feelings at the same time are slim. if you just have to be kind and sugar coat your observations they will also be considered in spite of that.
but if it is so sweet that i get diabetes from it, you are likely to get blamed!
mitchfit
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Post by mrstrellisofnwales on Jul 23, 2024 7:40:06 GMT
I have no idea how to do the thing with the lyrics underneath the video so you’ll just have to listen to this. Saw Chris at the Musician in Leicester a few years back and his monologue introduction to the song was brilliantly funny. Mrs T
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Post by richclough on Jul 23, 2024 13:52:55 GMT
richclough, you are truly inspirational! PROJECT GENEALOGY IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS OSS MADE FROM DIRT HE WON THE WAR HE DIED PENNILESS AND HOMELESS WHEN NOT NEEDED ANYMORE YET HE TOOK A WIFE NAMED CIA FROM HIS RIB SHE WAS A CLONE AND SHE NAMED HER YOUNG SON CHATTER THOUGH HE ONLY SPOKE ALONE CHATTER WED A GIRL NAMED BLUEBIRD IN THE MORNING SHE WOULD SING HER RECORDS ALL WENT SOLID GOLD AND THEY NEVER MEANT A THING SHE BORE A SON NAMED MOCKINGBIRD WHO COULD REALLY PLAY THE GAME SOON HE STOLE HIS MOTHER'S KINGDOM AND DELETED HER OLD NAME HIS WIFE WAS THEN NAMED ARTICHOKE ULTRA BECAME THEIR SURNAME HEARST PAID HIS DAUGHTER'S RANSOM NOTE EVENING NEWS WAS NE'ER THE SAME AND THEIR FIRST SON THEY NAMED M. K. MARRIED INTO ROYALTY THE WEDDING AIRED ACROSS THE GLOBE FOR THE PEASANTS ALL TO SEE THEIR SON WED WITH PRINCESS MONARCH WHO THEN WOVE HER OWN COCOON FIVE CATERPILLARS HE HAD SIRED TO DECEIVE THE PLANET SOON ALPHA BETA DELTA TRIPLETS AND OMEGA GAMMA TWINS FLEW OFF INTO THE WARM SPRING BREEZE TO OBSCURE THE FAMILY SINS and the world lived happily ever after, written today, your yesterday, mitchfit Hi Mitchfit, To be honest I didn’t comment because I’m not sure I understand the lyrics; what you are trying to get to or convey. It feels like King Crimsonny, Rushy prog rock kind of thing. Sorry, don’t get it. 😞 Cheers, Rich
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