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Just messing with chords and beats and this turned up and it's one of my favourite rhythms for dancing (I remember those days still LOL). I intended originally to use guitar on this, but I put the synth part in after the drums and liked the sound as it is.... it has a nice travelling through the night alone feel about it for me. Anyway, I hope you like it, M
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Lyrics
It’s The Wond’rin’
It’s not the loneliness that keeps me pinin’
Or living by myself, my heart’s resignin’
To the fact, the nights get longer since you’ve gone.
It’s not the rain that patters on the window,
Or that inner voice that whispers ”Where did she go?”
Keepin’ me awake and tossin’ turnin’ through the night.
Chorus,
It’s the won’drin’ why a part of me is gone,
It’s like someone covered up, half of the Sun,
It’s the way my life is goin’;
The breeze no longer blowin’,
And knowin’ that you’re never comin’ ho-o-o-ome.
It’s not the memories that keep returnin’
Searin’ through my brain, I feel it burnin’,
Hope someone will come to save me from this Hell.
It’s not the way my dreams keep showin’
I’m handcuffed in a cellar, with nobody knowin’,
Just goes to show, how far I’ve fell.
Repeat Chorus.
It’s not the pictures whirling round in my head,
It’s not the empty space that’s in my bed,
Or the mem’ry of your voice as you came in through the door.
It’s not the thought of lonely nights,
Or even knowin; who was wrong or right,
Evcen though it seems I’ll never learn the score.
Rept. Chorus.
Rept, 1st verse and 2nd verse,
Maurice Vizard.
It’s not the loneliness that keeps me pinin’
Or living by myself, my heart’s resignin’
To the fact, the nights get longer since you’ve gone.
It’s not the rain that patters on the window,
Or that inner voice that whispers ”Where did she go?”
Keepin’ me awake and tossin’ turnin’ through the night.
Chorus,
It’s the won’drin’ why a part of me is gone,
It’s like someone covered up, half of the Sun,
It’s the way my life is goin’;
The breeze no longer blowin’,
And knowin’ that you’re never comin’ ho-o-o-ome.
It’s not the memories that keep returnin’
Searin’ through my brain, I feel it burnin’,
Hope someone will come to save me from this Hell.
It’s not the way my dreams keep showin’
I’m handcuffed in a cellar, with nobody knowin’,
Just goes to show, how far I’ve fell.
Repeat Chorus.
It’s not the pictures whirling round in my head,
It’s not the empty space that’s in my bed,
Or the mem’ry of your voice as you came in through the door.
It’s not the thought of lonely nights,
Or even knowin; who was wrong or right,
Evcen though it seems I’ll never learn the score.
Rept. Chorus.
Rept, 1st verse and 2nd verse,
Maurice Vizard.
Feter
Yeah ...but your song with this beat is more
thoughtful ...not sure the guitar will do much
who knows ..but I m enjoying it as is ...loved
the bass ...cool work ..thnx a lot for sharin !!!!