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Our second joint. We've put quite some work in this song, hope it shows. There's just a little 'bump' at the start of the first chorus. A tech thing we try to solve...
Composition, orchestration and all instruments: shawn evans
Vocalising and lyrics: walter vandervelde
Until the 'download feature' is back in business, you can download the song from HERE
Composition, orchestration and all instruments: shawn evans
Vocalising and lyrics: walter vandervelde
Until the 'download feature' is back in business, you can download the song from HERE
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Lyrics
Through the frozen glass
Billions of soundflakes drop down
On the grass by the puddlehouse
Spotless casing of summer’s
Remembrance and warmth
All is quiet now outside
On this day there’s no bullet fight
Everyone sleeps
Not one crow on this ground
On this day there’s a soothing light
Veiling our fields
Spreading silence around
Feeling, breathing those yesteryears
Stretching in time
Like map-measured miles
Relics and breakable souvenirs
Locked in a shrine
Not on to compile
By the alleyway
Mourning nude branches look down
On the path to the waterhouse
Cold wind breathing in empty rooms
Greyish and white
All is soundless inside
While those shadows are paralysed
Muted and blind
There’s a brightness around
In this northern wind’s paradise
Time out of mind
No refuge to be found
Wide diverted nightlight
Shouts into my eyes
Feeling, breathing those yesteryears
Stretching in time
Like map-measured miles
Relics and breakable souvenirs
Locked in a shrine
Not on to compile
Billions of soundflakes drop down
On the grass by the puddlehouse
Spotless casing of summer’s
Remembrance and warmth
All is quiet now outside
On this day there’s no bullet fight
Everyone sleeps
Not one crow on this ground
On this day there’s a soothing light
Veiling our fields
Spreading silence around
Feeling, breathing those yesteryears
Stretching in time
Like map-measured miles
Relics and breakable souvenirs
Locked in a shrine
Not on to compile
By the alleyway
Mourning nude branches look down
On the path to the waterhouse
Cold wind breathing in empty rooms
Greyish and white
All is soundless inside
While those shadows are paralysed
Muted and blind
There’s a brightness around
In this northern wind’s paradise
Time out of mind
No refuge to be found
Wide diverted nightlight
Shouts into my eyes
Feeling, breathing those yesteryears
Stretching in time
Like map-measured miles
Relics and breakable souvenirs
Locked in a shrine
Not on to compile

































































Sea Monk Seven
its quite enjoyable. my favorite part is the guitars in the beginning. nicely mixed as well. all around good job