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This song sat in a folder for a year or so. I had a few hours free yesterday and decided to give it a go. Short and sweet. My first pop tune with strings. Only the drums are loops.
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Lyrics
Sally sang a song about a mountain
rising from the sea
blue, blue skies and sandy, sandy beaches
a soft and gentle breeze
blowin through the graceful arcing palm trees
a picture perfect scene
Sally’s never been out of the city
she doesn’t watch TV
she’s got a really great imagination
the kind of girl who read a lot when she was young
her records all are scratched and out of their jackets
they skip and make her laugh when the phone rings
watch her run
Sally sang a song about a river
flowing aimlessly
past the towns and through the wild woodlands
winding to the sea
riverboats pull barges from the coal mines
silent and serene
Sally’s lost in Twain’s Americana
her favorite place to be
rising from the sea
blue, blue skies and sandy, sandy beaches
a soft and gentle breeze
blowin through the graceful arcing palm trees
a picture perfect scene
Sally’s never been out of the city
she doesn’t watch TV
she’s got a really great imagination
the kind of girl who read a lot when she was young
her records all are scratched and out of their jackets
they skip and make her laugh when the phone rings
watch her run
Sally sang a song about a river
flowing aimlessly
past the towns and through the wild woodlands
winding to the sea
riverboats pull barges from the coal mines
silent and serene
Sally’s lost in Twain’s Americana
her favorite place to be

































Feter
Excellent tune and vision ..you song writin
is impessive ..I would like to hear your voice
more into front .the strings arrangment is pretty
I like how the song go over all ..welldone my friend !