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atonaliS & moorlandt intertwined.
The first one. Surely not the last one. The grey space between mainstream and extreme avant garde. Maybe a difficult listen. Odd chords and sometimes dissonant singing. Exploring the little borders of each other. Hard work and fun. Thanks for listening.
Composition, orchestration and all instruments: shawn evans
Vocalising and lyrics: walter vandervelde
The first one. Surely not the last one. The grey space between mainstream and extreme avant garde. Maybe a difficult listen. Odd chords and sometimes dissonant singing. Exploring the little borders of each other. Hard work and fun. Thanks for listening.
Composition, orchestration and all instruments: shawn evans
Vocalising and lyrics: walter vandervelde
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Lyrics
Now hold me
Now hold me tight
Unfold me
In your delight
I’ve walked upon the world to find a trace of prophecy
I lurked upon the shoulder of an angel just to see
A decent piece of proof that you will not belong to me
To justify my doubts about the words addressed to me
Now hold me
Now hold me tight
Unfold me
In your delight
Most of all I like your face
The perfume of your heart
Possibly I’ll never let you down
Pardon me my attitude
My foolish imperative mood
The bruises on my crown
Time will fly
Love will die
I’ve asked so many people what the sense of love could be
And most of them replied it’s all against reality
A decent piece of proof of their constrained morality
There’s nothing I can change about the love you gave to me
Most of all I like your face
The perfume of your heart
Possibly I’ll never let you down
Pardon me my attitude
My foolish imperative mood
The bruises on my crown
All that’s left are words and letters on the wall behind the station in a city that is half way in between the places where we live our daily lives in separation.
God knows where and when we’ll meet again to celebrate our love and kiss until we’re out of breath and spend all day by doing nothing else than smoking cigarettes and making love again.
Now hold me tight
Unfold me
In your delight
I’ve walked upon the world to find a trace of prophecy
I lurked upon the shoulder of an angel just to see
A decent piece of proof that you will not belong to me
To justify my doubts about the words addressed to me
Now hold me
Now hold me tight
Unfold me
In your delight
Most of all I like your face
The perfume of your heart
Possibly I’ll never let you down
Pardon me my attitude
My foolish imperative mood
The bruises on my crown
Time will fly
Love will die
I’ve asked so many people what the sense of love could be
And most of them replied it’s all against reality
A decent piece of proof of their constrained morality
There’s nothing I can change about the love you gave to me
Most of all I like your face
The perfume of your heart
Possibly I’ll never let you down
Pardon me my attitude
My foolish imperative mood
The bruises on my crown
All that’s left are words and letters on the wall behind the station in a city that is half way in between the places where we live our daily lives in separation.
God knows where and when we’ll meet again to celebrate our love and kiss until we’re out of breath and spend all day by doing nothing else than smoking cigarettes and making love again.
TobinMueller
Totally cool. Epic and inventive, morphing and evocative. There is a little
sense that I couldn't shake that the whole thing was slightly out of
control, like a demo improv that kept getting cooler so you just stayed
with the original concept demo and never fully flushed it out; maybe it
was the off-hand pitch things, especially on the lowest notes; but I got
used to it all quickly. Also, the wordiness of that last verse washed over
me without the same sort of precision of emotion that shot like arrows in
the prior sections. Fascinating track. (Consider putting this under Art
Rock, since songs in "other" always seem orphaned to me.)