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Another installment from "Contagion". I wrote this song in 1998 after something that happened one morning in a college classroom. There was an "uncomfortable moment" involving myself and an "old friend" I guess you could say.
I actually put up a photo this time, which is a picture of the trusty 424, complete with the actual tape that contains this version of Who Could See inserted. This device stopped working about four years ago. Something is wrong with the drive and I haven't had time to really look at it. One thing I used to do religiously before every serious recording session was demag the tape heads. I also cleaned them fairly often to remove residue. Basically I did everything possible to keep this little box humming and recording as high quality as was possible, considering what it is. It served me for a few years under this TLC. Though the output of these efforts was far from perfect, it's very real. And I am happy with what I did, for what that's worth. I'm also pleased that as I retrospect my doings I can see progress. This is a great thing to see all around me in myself and others I work with and know.
I don't tend to think of this song as much but I decided to post it. It's simple and straightforward, not as texturally deep or woven as some of my other efforts. But maybe there's charm in simplicity as well.
Thanks for your time. And Merry Christmas to all.
I actually put up a photo this time, which is a picture of the trusty 424, complete with the actual tape that contains this version of Who Could See inserted. This device stopped working about four years ago. Something is wrong with the drive and I haven't had time to really look at it. One thing I used to do religiously before every serious recording session was demag the tape heads. I also cleaned them fairly often to remove residue. Basically I did everything possible to keep this little box humming and recording as high quality as was possible, considering what it is. It served me for a few years under this TLC. Though the output of these efforts was far from perfect, it's very real. And I am happy with what I did, for what that's worth. I'm also pleased that as I retrospect my doings I can see progress. This is a great thing to see all around me in myself and others I work with and know.
I don't tend to think of this song as much but I decided to post it. It's simple and straightforward, not as texturally deep or woven as some of my other efforts. But maybe there's charm in simplicity as well.
Thanks for your time. And Merry Christmas to all.
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Lyrics
i came early
was forced to look upon her face
it's too much for me to behold anymore
she moved slowly and chose a place apart from me
it's too much for me to control anymore
we ran to the comfort of silence
'til even that's too much to bear
why do i do these things?
clutching the tattered parts of dreams
wrestle with fate you'll feel his cold hand
who of all here is fit to burn
who could see?
life is lonely
never had it anyway
there’s just too much to ask anymore
tell another story
running’s what i'm good at now
it's hard to see what's really me anymore
running on to the comfort of silence
'till even that's too much to bear
davisamerica
this is nice ... BTW really dig all your forum postings