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The Well by Willy Krueger Band
Power rocker reminiscent of the 80's.
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William Krueger, Declan Lane, Glenn Kruger
(C) 12 12 94 Willy Krueger Band
Dragons In The Sun
Mon Sep 13, 2004
Rock : Progressive Rock
(C) 12 12 94 Willy Krueger Band
Dragons In The Sun
Mon Sep 13, 2004
Rock : Progressive Rock
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» highest in charts: # 1094 (194,461 songs currently listed in Rock)
» highest in sub-genre: # 115 (17,550 songs currently listed in Rock > Progressive Rock)
» highest in sub-genre: # 115 (17,550 songs currently listed in Rock > Progressive Rock)
About the song
I had a psaltery given to me and I recorded this song around it. All Instruments and vocals by Willy Krueger except bass by Declan Lane and drums by Glenn Kruger.
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The Well
(C) Willy Krueger 12/24/94
Someone dug a hole in the middle of my field
They left no traces anywhere, their footprints were concealed
How there came to be that perfect hole so round
I dropped a stone into it's mouth, yet, never heard a sound
On that night, on that night, on that night, on that night...
Spinning ball, like the worst of all my dreams
When I fall, no one topside hears my screams
Scraping walls to the bottom of the well
Heed my call, for there's such a thing as Hell
In the bottom of the well
(solo)
So I grabbed a rope and tied it to a tree
I let myself drop slowly down for hours so it seemed
I guess my weight had been to much for then the rope broke free
Spinning round and round I fell for an eternity
All that night, all that night, all that night, all that night...
Spinning ball, like the worst of all my dreams
When I fall, no one topside hears my screams
Scraping walls to the bottom of the well
Heed my call, for there's such a thing as Hell
In the bottom of the well
Spinning ball, spinning ball, like the worst of all my dreams
When I fall, when I fall, no one topside hears my screams
Scraping walls, scraping walls, to the bottom of the well
Heed my call, heed my calls, for there's such a thing as Hell
In the bottom of the well
(C) Willy Krueger 12/24/94
Someone dug a hole in the middle of my field
They left no traces anywhere, their footprints were concealed
How there came to be that perfect hole so round
I dropped a stone into it's mouth, yet, never heard a sound
On that night, on that night, on that night, on that night...
Spinning ball, like the worst of all my dreams
When I fall, no one topside hears my screams
Scraping walls to the bottom of the well
Heed my call, for there's such a thing as Hell
In the bottom of the well
(solo)
So I grabbed a rope and tied it to a tree
I let myself drop slowly down for hours so it seemed
I guess my weight had been to much for then the rope broke free
Spinning round and round I fell for an eternity
All that night, all that night, all that night, all that night...
Spinning ball, like the worst of all my dreams
When I fall, no one topside hears my screams
Scraping walls to the bottom of the well
Heed my call, for there's such a thing as Hell
In the bottom of the well
Spinning ball, spinning ball, like the worst of all my dreams
When I fall, when I fall, no one topside hears my screams
Scraping walls, scraping walls, to the bottom of the well
Heed my call, heed my calls, for there's such a thing as Hell
In the bottom of the well
