
rayc
retroreprobate
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That's the lnk to a musical idea for a song I've been working on - LOTS of drone stuff sorry.
I haven't posted anything in quite some time as I'm having upload problems - this one took 3 hours to get into the air & I can't get anything on soundclick etc so this is a download - SORRY.
the lyric for this is:
The Master’s Gone Away.
V1
The sheets were grey,
Where the body had lain,
And the room was filled with shadow.
The morning had come,
With the birth of the sun,
But the mind of the master lay fallow.
Ch 1
The evening had died,
But no mourner had cried,
At the coming of past day’s tomorrow.
Of the remnants remained,
On the sheet but a stain,
And the impression of leaving was shallow.
V2
But the master had gone,
Departed he with the Dawn,
And no-one cried save the sparrow.
For ne’er had it flown,
From its high leafy thrown,
Lest Death come on the wings of an arrow.
Ch 2
And the master, ‘twas said,
Of sparrow had fed,
Taking ill of its fears and its sorrow.
But from his death bed,
With wings he had fled,
And Death rode in the soul that was hollow.
RPT V1
Solo
And the bird took a place,
In past time and space,
Retribution for that which was borrowed…
cochrane
Any thoughts/comments/direction?
Cheers
ray
That's the lnk to a musical idea for a song I've been working on - LOTS of drone stuff sorry.
I haven't posted anything in quite some time as I'm having upload problems - this one took 3 hours to get into the air & I can't get anything on soundclick etc so this is a download - SORRY.
the lyric for this is:
The Master’s Gone Away.
V1
The sheets were grey,
Where the body had lain,
And the room was filled with shadow.
The morning had come,
With the birth of the sun,
But the mind of the master lay fallow.
Ch 1
The evening had died,
But no mourner had cried,
At the coming of past day’s tomorrow.
Of the remnants remained,
On the sheet but a stain,
And the impression of leaving was shallow.
V2
But the master had gone,
Departed he with the Dawn,
And no-one cried save the sparrow.
For ne’er had it flown,
From its high leafy thrown,
Lest Death come on the wings of an arrow.
Ch 2
And the master, ‘twas said,
Of sparrow had fed,
Taking ill of its fears and its sorrow.
But from his death bed,
With wings he had fled,
And Death rode in the soul that was hollow.
RPT V1
Solo
And the bird took a place,
In past time and space,
Retribution for that which was borrowed…
cochrane
Any thoughts/comments/direction?
Cheers
ray