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rough cut unfinished practice demo...been awhile since i've gotten together with the guys. so i've been sitting on this and decided to share it as is. if you hear this guys don't be mad. ;)
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the day the rain came to the garden that we made,
and even though it made you cry you stood and watched your flowers die.
as they washed away the birdseed it took the only thing i need.
will the butterfly wings break in the wind?
will the butterfly wings break in the wind?
you began to wither as they began to wilt.
your face changed as the colors faded from green to brown.
we raked it all together, the wind blew it apart,
and at the end of summer near the autumns start.
the frost came to our garden. that's when the frost came to our garden.
(whisper) but it was already dead......it was already dead.
it was already dead, by then.
cause this all started. this all started...
the day the rain came.
and up and down and round it goes. weaving Charlotte's web or so i'm told.
up and down and round it goes...weaving Charlotte's web or so i'm told. (repeat 2X's)
that it soon will be springtime again, but heaven knows when it is, but heaven knows when it is, but heaven knows when it is. only heaven knows.
the day the rain came to the garden that we made and even though it made you cry and even though it made you cry you stood and watched your flowers die, and as they washed away the birdseed it took the only thing i need.
will the butterfly wings break in the wind?
will the butterfly wings break in the wind?
and even though it made you cry you stood and watched your flowers die.
as they washed away the birdseed it took the only thing i need.
will the butterfly wings break in the wind?
will the butterfly wings break in the wind?
you began to wither as they began to wilt.
your face changed as the colors faded from green to brown.
we raked it all together, the wind blew it apart,
and at the end of summer near the autumns start.
the frost came to our garden. that's when the frost came to our garden.
(whisper) but it was already dead......it was already dead.
it was already dead, by then.
cause this all started. this all started...
the day the rain came.
and up and down and round it goes. weaving Charlotte's web or so i'm told.
up and down and round it goes...weaving Charlotte's web or so i'm told. (repeat 2X's)
that it soon will be springtime again, but heaven knows when it is, but heaven knows when it is, but heaven knows when it is. only heaven knows.
the day the rain came to the garden that we made and even though it made you cry and even though it made you cry you stood and watched your flowers die, and as they washed away the birdseed it took the only thing i need.
will the butterfly wings break in the wind?
will the butterfly wings break in the wind?
johnwhitehead
Beautiful mood, imagery and I just love your voice.
Think this could be made even better by some editing. If your interested in detailed comment
r.e. same, message me and I will reply.