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This is my first complete song generated entirely on my Powerbook. All drum, bass & synth programming, electric and acoustic guitars and all backing vocals by Darren Chapman. Lead vocals and lyrics by Tim Triolet.
Thanks to all who volunteered their ears on my early mixes. Your input was invaluable.
Comments, suggestions and critiques are welcome... it's my first complete Mac song and any more suggestions to make it better are appreciated.
Thanks to all who volunteered their ears on my early mixes. Your input was invaluable.
Comments, suggestions and critiques are welcome... it's my first complete Mac song and any more suggestions to make it better are appreciated.
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Lyrics
All my friends have gone away again
Now I sit alone a dying man
All my life I've lived a lie
Believed it true in my minds eye
Now I sit alone a haunted mess
Now all I fear has come to life
In my mind, what I thought integrity
False pride inside of me
Now I cry
Just a victim of my own demise
All my life I've had a dream of grandeur
Totally denying mindful ways
All I took I felt I gained
Fearful truths they now invade
Now I live within my grand illusion
In my mind, what I thought integrity
False pride inside of me
Now I cry
Just a victim of my own demise
Now I sit alone a dying man
All my life I've lived a lie
Believed it true in my minds eye
Now I sit alone a haunted mess
Now all I fear has come to life
In my mind, what I thought integrity
False pride inside of me
Now I cry
Just a victim of my own demise
All my life I've had a dream of grandeur
Totally denying mindful ways
All I took I felt I gained
Fearful truths they now invade
Now I live within my grand illusion
In my mind, what I thought integrity
False pride inside of me
Now I cry
Just a victim of my own demise


























































For a withered soul, Triolet sure belts it out. Production is flawless, as far as I can tell. Excellent playing and synth noodling, Chapman. Great song construction. The varied angles of attacks on the repeating lyrics prevents repetiveness. It's a wrap.