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a song I'd sketched out a year ago but put to one side. I returned to it this last week, adding drums, bass and vox. I fear the final product has turned out a bit on the cheesy side (strange how that happens!?) but may as well post anyway. Any comments?
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Lyrics
The picture postcard that you sent
Reminds me of that night
We slept in Bustamante’s Cave
Until the morning light streamed in
To warm our limbs and guide us on our way
A golden glow that etched my memory
We didn’t plan to stop there
But the light was fading fast
An improvised solution
That proved to be a blast as we
Collected drips to make a morning brew
Just tiny drops that etched my memory
What have we done to deserve our place today
Biding our time in the sun
The cable car from Fuente De
From a sea of cloud emerged
We stepped aboard and down we soared
Ears popping as we reached a world
Of verdant green – like some technicolour dream
A verdant green that etched my memory
What have we done to deserve our place today
Biding our time in the sun
The Cares Gorge was grey and damp
Dawn’s mist had yet to rise
We edged along that clinging path
And stopped where shafts of light beamed down
To warm our backs and drive away the chill
Golden rays that etched my memory
What have we done to deserve our place today
Biding our time in the sun
Reminds me of that night
We slept in Bustamante’s Cave
Until the morning light streamed in
To warm our limbs and guide us on our way
A golden glow that etched my memory
We didn’t plan to stop there
But the light was fading fast
An improvised solution
That proved to be a blast as we
Collected drips to make a morning brew
Just tiny drops that etched my memory
What have we done to deserve our place today
Biding our time in the sun
The cable car from Fuente De
From a sea of cloud emerged
We stepped aboard and down we soared
Ears popping as we reached a world
Of verdant green – like some technicolour dream
A verdant green that etched my memory
What have we done to deserve our place today
Biding our time in the sun
The Cares Gorge was grey and damp
Dawn’s mist had yet to rise
We edged along that clinging path
And stopped where shafts of light beamed down
To warm our backs and drive away the chill
Golden rays that etched my memory
What have we done to deserve our place today
Biding our time in the sun
