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This is a bit of a change for me style-wise. I had a lot of fun with my new Korg! I really like how it turned out, but I need some feedback.
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Lyrics
Clouds creep like little children,
Glide home, glide home to their mother
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Three walls and one window,
Sitting here really makes my mind go
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Echoes of a life that lives inside my head
Reflections of the words you said,
That pink dress you wore,
The time we slept upon the naked floor,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
You know I want to love you,
Glide home, glide home to me, safely,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I hear pianos made of clay
The notes are muted and astray,
Like your footsteps when you’re tired.
I see the trees are making love,
And it’s you I’m think of,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Clouds get big and they get lonely,
Rain knocks, rain knocks on my window
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Echoes of a life that lives inside my head,
Reflections of the words you said,
That pink dress you wore,
The time we slept upon the naked floor.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
You know I want to love you,
Glide home, glide home to me, safely,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I hear pianos made of clay
The notes are muted and astray,
Like your footsteps when you’re tired.
I see the trees are making love,
And it’s you I’m think of,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Glide home, glide home to their mother
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Three walls and one window,
Sitting here really makes my mind go
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Echoes of a life that lives inside my head
Reflections of the words you said,
That pink dress you wore,
The time we slept upon the naked floor,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
You know I want to love you,
Glide home, glide home to me, safely,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I hear pianos made of clay
The notes are muted and astray,
Like your footsteps when you’re tired.
I see the trees are making love,
And it’s you I’m think of,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Clouds get big and they get lonely,
Rain knocks, rain knocks on my window
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Echoes of a life that lives inside my head,
Reflections of the words you said,
That pink dress you wore,
The time we slept upon the naked floor.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
You know I want to love you,
Glide home, glide home to me, safely,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I hear pianos made of clay
The notes are muted and astray,
Like your footsteps when you’re tired.
I see the trees are making love,
And it’s you I’m think of,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
MarkHolbrook
A good song. I found the bass a little overpowering. It seemed to muddle with the percussion. Beyond that the song is interesting, different but good!