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My daughter Stella wrote and recorded the basic tracks straight to her MacBook using the pinhole mic and GB (guitar and two vocals). I added bass, midi cello and midi drums - also cleaned up original hiss with Audacity. Stella's 17 and has played bass in bands for a few years - now she's starting to write alone with GarageBand. I just hope I didn't ruin this song - it really didn't need any help from me. Stella has her own page now: stellalucia
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Lyrics
ghosts in the picture
fireflies clouding and shining up the glass jar
there's a ghost in this picture and it isn't you
it's strike number two
just who do you think you are?
willow branches grazing an ice-skating pond
december's eyelashes under the moon
your breathing is shallow and the ice-cracks are narrow
like spoons they curve out and around
chorus
and i'm holding your hand
across this great land
i don't know where you are but i know you'll survive
when you're sleeping not-alone in your room
never sleeping alone in your room
one time i knew you and we danced
gypsies and magicians making crazy rotations
finger-chains lock, cementing relations
but tarnished gold doesn't get second chances
no, no matter how many times it romances
no matter how many times it romances
chorus
you're sitting alone, it's dark but it's noon
your smoke making banners without words or sounds
and you'd cry or something but there's no one around
to hold both your hands and promise the moon
cause i was holding your hand
but then this great land
came up and swallowed it down to the wrist
blood pools in an ocean between us
and it rocks me to sleep in my bed
but i wish we were alone in your bed
how i wish we were alone in your bed
just take me home in your bed
just want to lie in your bed
© Stella Jones 2008
fireflies clouding and shining up the glass jar
there's a ghost in this picture and it isn't you
it's strike number two
just who do you think you are?
willow branches grazing an ice-skating pond
december's eyelashes under the moon
your breathing is shallow and the ice-cracks are narrow
like spoons they curve out and around
chorus
and i'm holding your hand
across this great land
i don't know where you are but i know you'll survive
when you're sleeping not-alone in your room
never sleeping alone in your room
one time i knew you and we danced
gypsies and magicians making crazy rotations
finger-chains lock, cementing relations
but tarnished gold doesn't get second chances
no, no matter how many times it romances
no matter how many times it romances
chorus
you're sitting alone, it's dark but it's noon
your smoke making banners without words or sounds
and you'd cry or something but there's no one around
to hold both your hands and promise the moon
cause i was holding your hand
but then this great land
came up and swallowed it down to the wrist
blood pools in an ocean between us
and it rocks me to sleep in my bed
but i wish we were alone in your bed
how i wish we were alone in your bed
just take me home in your bed
just want to lie in your bed
© Stella Jones 2008
to have been possible for me when I was 17!! Seems I had so many more ideas back then :-|
I recorded a few jams with a buddy on a cassette tape once; that's about it, they sounded like crap.
This on the other hand sounds nice and produced to some degree. What a cool thing, Dad & Stella!
. - Harold