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My Cecile
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I miss my old friend Cecile.
indie fun funk soul pop music unsigned epiphany dirty red pagan gilbert neal
Gilbert Neals new 2013 CD, Dirty Red Pagan. A CD funded in part by a successful Kickstarter campaign. Its pop/soul. Fast numbers, slow ones, ballads, humor and
WHO IS IT? Gilbert Neal. WHAT IS THIS? Gilbert Neal’s new 2013 CD, “Dirty Red Pagan”. A CD funded in part by a successful Kickstarter campaign. WHAT’S THE MUSIC LIKE? It’s pop/soul. Fast numbers, slow ones, ballads, humor and true life stories. Sounds like Stevie Wonder and Steely Dan had a baby and made it listen to David Bowie and the Swingle Singers all its wretched but funky life. WHO’S PLAYING? Gilbert Neal on vocals, piano, guitar and bass. Steve Camilleri on drums, Darrelll Nutt on percussion, Marko Marisic on good guitar parts, and Pamela Henderson on backing vocals. WHAT’S A “DIRTY RED PAGAN”? An anagram of “Andy Partridge”. The great XTC front-man gave his enthusiastic blessing to use that as the CD’s title. It’s an apt one considering the somewhat socialist, somewhat sexual, and somewhat godless messages in the lyrics. WHO IS GILBERT NEAL? A multi-instrumentalist and songwriter. He was born in Buffalo, NY and now lives in Hillsborough, NC. He has performed in many kinds of ensembles through the years. Jazz, theater, funk, 50’s, soul, prog, etc. This is his 4th complete solo work, the previous three being Drink The Beast With Me (2006), “Our Deepest Apathy” (2008) and Vultures and Diamonds (2010). DO YOU FORESEE A TIME WHEN LENNON-MCCARTNEY BECOMES AN ACTIVE SONGWRITING PARTNERSHIP AGAIN? No. WHERE CAN I FIND MORE INFORMATION? Try gilbertneal.com. Also Facebook, etc. as well as videos on Youtube. If you must. WHAT’S THE DREAM? To be the American Susan Boyle.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Alt-Pop
Charts
Peak #686
Peak in subgenre #15
Author
Gilbert Neal
Rights
2013 Autoholic Friend Music (ASCAP)
Uploaded
February 25, 2013
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MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 4:10
Lyrics
We were reminiscing about memories we never really owned, Only sinning sins that would be easily forgiven and controlled, In this dirty wind, you know, the strongest bough will break and so, I stood by and watched your heart become a hole, your soul a sea of black, Grinning while you meted out your anger like you’d never get it back, But get that back you surely will, your loneliness the poison pill, And those who would accept you will infect you in the end my friend. Figurines in snow domes, my Cecile Close but never touching, my Cecile Killed for your crime, still doing time, You could have been mine, oh, but I know I ruined you Colored flecks go dancing as our figures keep their distance on the street, Staring in our silence at the ticker tape collecting at our feet, Fools like me don’t understand, angels sneer at lover’s plans, Laughter all around me as the misery has found me again
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