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Sometimes
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My most cryptically written song, and one of the most loved, its built on emotional crescendo and motivational conversation.
rock acoustic folk storytelling
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Its a blend of acoustic guitars and story telling. I use music to convey a moment or emotion that I hope to get across and make it mean something to the listene
Born in Halifax Nova Scotia, Geoff started off young as a musician. By the age of 8 he was beginning guitar lessons, but it wasn't until middle school when he began to evolve into a songwriter. Dabbling in numerous bands, it was difficult to find a fit that suited. To truly begin finding his voice, Geoff began honing his skills on the streets, performing as a street busker for the downtown crowd on weekends. This was the place where he learned his trade. "It's incredibly valuable time spent on the streets performing. On a stage, the audience has a physical and mental separation from you, you are perceived by them in a different way, even on the okay songs they still clap when it's over. Outside of the bar, on the street corner, they seem to rarely clap and walk by telling you to get a job. And I even HAD a job!" Over 13 years of busking experience goes a long way, and with a keen eye for what a crowd will respond to, and a strong, attention catching voice, Geoff began the open mic scene with ferocity. If there was a bar downtown that was offering him 15 minutes, Geoff was there to practice. With a healthy mix of covers and originals, he began to network his way into a new role. As his originals repertoire grew, the time came to begin recording. With little or no funding, he began recording at home. Through the flood of the Internet, Geoff has had listeners all the way from Australia and Belgium respond resoundingly to his craft, constantly on the pulse of a CD release date. Through the help and support of his family, friends, that is becoming a reality.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Pop Rock
Charts
Peak #102
Peak in subgenre #25
Author
Geoff Kennedy
Uploaded
March 15, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.4 MB 128 kbps 4:45
Lyrics
Standing on a bridge you think that you may jump. You wish that I would let you but I'm calling up, begging you to fly. Maybe its just me, but I think there's nothing wrong with wanting to fake pretend with the memories in your life. You just try to be yourself when everybody wants you to change. You put your heart upon the shelf everyday. The wolves are around you, you're feeling surrounded. They all want a peice of you, but you've got nothing left to give. You turn off the lights, and you drop to the floor, the demons you've departed are knocking at the door. You're not scared, you just scare yourself sometimes. Looking at the day, and turning off the sun, you think you can see your house up here but it never felt like home. Maybe its just me but I beg to understand how I became too involved to give yourself a break from the screaming on the phone. The wolves are around you, you're feeling surrounded. They all want a peice of you, but you've got nothing left to give. You turn off the lights, and you drop to the floor, the demons you've departed are knocking at the door. You're not scared, you just scare yourself... You still recall the men we were, well baby look at the boys we became, and just look at the mess we've made. You just try to be yourself when everybody wants you to change. You put your heart upon the shelf everyday. The wolves are around you, you're feeling surrounded. They all want a piece of you, but you've got nothing left to give. You turn off the lights, and you drop to the floor, the demons you've departed are knocking at the door. You're not scared, you just scare yourself sometimes.
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