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Friday, 05 September 2008 04:02

Somehow

a curving tree

© Michael Fredman 2006
This is the third take of this song, I am just sat, singing and playing the guitar.  I think that this is how this song should be, raw and straight-forward.  I quite like the fingering on this, even the sketchy 'solo'.

I wrote this, sat outside on the roof, beneath an enormous full moon on a summer's night.  The first recording I made of this was done using my MP3 player and you can hear the cars wooshing by far below, and then, at the solo, there is a police siren, which actually fits quite nicely.  Hard to replicate, though.
Lyrics:


Somehow,
you're going to have to make it through
Like a wounded fox
In a forest of hounds
Sorrow is tracking you down

Somehow, I know
I'll be with you
Wherever you go
Like the water
That melts from the snow
Feeds the flowers
In the valleys below
Somehow

Somehow,
You're going to have to make it right
Like the pale moon
In the November night
Sorrow is bleeding you white

Somehow, I know
I'll be with you
Wherever you go
Like the water
That melts from the snow
Feeds the flowers
In the valleys below
Somehow
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