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They Don't Really Care
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Lyrics: Dawn Sinclair Music, vocals, arrangement etc Mark Ellis
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English lyricist working with dozens of composers and artists
I am a lyricist working with many composers and artists around the world and most frequently with 2 guys, Juri Rosenfeld and Mark Ellis who, although their styles are entirely different, are both extremely talented as musicians and composers, as well as producers. Along with these two, with whom I have written more than 50 songs....I have been most fortunate to collaborate with so many others that the list is almost endless but two very talented ladies spring to mind: Dawn Diamond and Amy Caldwell, who have not only both composed for my words but have also both are possessed of beautiful voices and have sung many, many times on songs I have written. There is no ONE genre I write for, since a lyricist has to be able to write for ANY category and I do, but one thing I try to be always, is honest in my work because when there is integrity, there is a way to relate to the song and if occasionally I meander into the poetic, it is because I am and always have been, since the age of 13 years, a poet...but that doesn't mean everything I write is flowery or full of metaphors...as I say, I strive always to be real and of course, most importantly, to be as unique as possible.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Pop Rock
Charts
Peak #80
Peak in subgenre #26
Author
Mark Ellis/DawnSinclair
Rights
Mark Ellis/DawnSinclair
Uploaded
September 29, 2006
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MP3 5.3 MB 128 kbps 5:50
Story behind the song
I was in a cafe one day, writing away, as always....and I looked up and around me....thankful that, as usual, no one was staring at me doing so. At the same time, it made me realise how invisible we all are at times.....
Lyrics
V1 Every day she sits alone....preferring it that way Sipping at her cappuccino....wond'ring what to say Pale of face, she glances sometimes....careful not to show The little things she notices....as people come and go chorus They don't really see her, as if she's not there They don't really see her, and they don't really care V2 Every day he points his cam'ra...towards a diff'rent view Hoping for that perfect moment.....though he's found so few Weathered face looks out upon....a world the man's outgrown But in his eyes, no bitterness....it's all he's ever known chorus They don't really see him, as if he's not there They don't really see him and they don't really care focal bridge the world turns on its axis without help from a human hand and we go on pretending we can hope to understand we can follow where the others go, as if our lives are planned or step aside the flowing tide and watch the marching band V3 Every day they flow down subways....and take the fastest train Pushing for some private space...or views through a dusty pane Tired faces mask the troubled souls they've trapped inside They think that if their dues are paid, they'll find somewhere to hide chorus But who's there to see them are they really there? Yes who's there to see them Who's left now to care? bridge
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