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Ledebutant: Alley-oop posted this song back in June and it has always been one of my Macjams favorites. I'm very happy to have the chance to cover it. It's his birthday this week (the 13th) so I think it's an especially nice time to post a new version of bleed. Happy Birthday, Tom. I love everything about this song.
Alley-oop: I like this tune and asked Ledebutant to sing it. I replayed it in A and added strings instead of slide.
Alley-oop: I like this tune and asked Ledebutant to sing it. I replayed it in A and added strings instead of slide.
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Lyrics
Bleed
Beauty all around,
a symphony in every sound,
dancing in the sunshine laughing.
What does it matter anyway?
Just a dream remains.
Memory slowly fades.
Bleed passion from the pain.
Too many have so little.
So few have too much.
A tattered sign says, "Feed Me,"
Spare change for lunch.
What does it matter anyway?
Nothing to eat today.
Bleed passion from the pain.
A symphony for the deaf,
a sunset for the blind,
dancing shoes for the wheelchair bound.
What does it matter anyway?
Wage war for peace.
End poverty with prison.
Pave over the landscape.
Cold hard cash bought out wisdom.
What does it matter anyway?
Less and less every day.
A world spinning insane.
Bleed passion from the pain.
Give the deaf one symphony,
one sunset for the blind.
Momma please get out of your wheelchair,
dance with me one more time.
Make everything all right.
What does it matter anyway?
I'm bleeding passion from the pain.
Beauty all around,
a symphony in every sound.
Dancing in the sunshine, laughing...
Beauty all around,
a symphony in every sound,
dancing in the sunshine laughing.
What does it matter anyway?
Just a dream remains.
Memory slowly fades.
Bleed passion from the pain.
Too many have so little.
So few have too much.
A tattered sign says, "Feed Me,"
Spare change for lunch.
What does it matter anyway?
Nothing to eat today.
Bleed passion from the pain.
A symphony for the deaf,
a sunset for the blind,
dancing shoes for the wheelchair bound.
What does it matter anyway?
Wage war for peace.
End poverty with prison.
Pave over the landscape.
Cold hard cash bought out wisdom.
What does it matter anyway?
Less and less every day.
A world spinning insane.
Bleed passion from the pain.
Give the deaf one symphony,
one sunset for the blind.
Momma please get out of your wheelchair,
dance with me one more time.
Make everything all right.
What does it matter anyway?
I'm bleeding passion from the pain.
Beauty all around,
a symphony in every sound.
Dancing in the sunshine, laughing...




































































Noel Project
There are so many things to like about this song. First of all, it is
beautifully written. I remember having some discussion with alley and
Tobin about the political vs personal nature of some of the lyrics in the
original posting of this (but of course all those comments are GONE
now, erased in a moment of...oh well, let's not go into that again).
Also, this song reminds me of a "golden era" of MacJams. Not sure why
I look at it that way, but I do. The period when this song was posted
contained many excellent songs, in my opinion. So, I'm glad it is back
up.
Now, as for the ledebutant vocal: perfect. Absolutely perfect. It is lo-fi,
untouched, up close and just perfect. Very nice job, Lisa. I suppose if I
was producing this, I would have asked alley-oop to chime in toward
the end, but you guys did not ask me to produce this. Why not? (Just
kidding)
I won't put my score here. Don't want to anger the 10-bomb police,
who have been patrolling the streets lately in force. But I'm guessing
you have an idea?