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Sunday, 21 June 2009 10:38
Bird heart
This is a song I wrote late last year, it is just an experimental version and I have actually changed it a lot since - there is a different structure and verse melody.
I had fun playing with feedback loops, but it's not quite how I would want it to sound.
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© Michael Fredman 2009
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Friday, 05 September 2008 04:02
Somehow
© 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.
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
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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