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I did this in Cubase but am thinking of redoing it in GB.Lyrics:
Festival of Kites And in the middle distance Where molten sea meets sky It seems that all the silk in China Is floating up on high. Spirits that are truly free Of human mind and hand. Because I can see the kites control The people on the sand. You draw a moustache on my passport I panic, but it rubs off easily Like memories, Like memories. These young men standing on the beach Make tiny supple movements of the hand But they’re just puppets Of these soaring gods. It’s a festival Where no-one has to dance or shout or sing. It’s a festival Where all you need is a yard of silk and a reel of string. It’s a festival Where no-one has to dance or shout or sing. It’s a festival That frees the heart and gives the spirit wings. We climb steel ladders, Our footfalls ring like fractured bells - Sounds stolen by the salty breeze, And torn away across the swell. We clutch the rail, then roll together. I smell the sea and taste your hair - The hair you washed so carefully Now lashing wildly in my face. Hardware:
PC, Tascam US-122 cardSoftware:
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You must be registered and logged-in to comment. very enjoyable listen &mdash 12/10/07 - 03:27:04 PM
Lovely ballad. &mdash 12/11/07 - 12:43:16 AM
Just &mdash 12/11/07 - 10:39:54 AM
Sweet, light and melodic &mdash 12/15/07 - 07:33:22 AM
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I enjoyed this
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