Name: 10-Of Gold and Gilded Things
Duration: 5 min 15 s
Channel: Tony Duncan
Description: "10-Of Gold and Gilded Things" is a song by Beachcomber. Taken from poem by Ana Mireles Tamayo. Simple rock band plays with the thoughts of a progressively disintegrating relationship, and an individual's urge to break free.

10-Of Gold and Gilded Things

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Taken from poem by Ana Mireles Tamayo. Simple rock band plays with the thoughts of a progressively disintegrating relationship, and an individual's urge to break free.

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Beachcomber

If you like rock and jazz, fire and ice, strange polyrhythms, new chord sequences, aggressive drumming, new looks at old concepts, well, you stand a chance of l

This band is my one-man band. You remember seeing the one-man bands of the past, a guy playing a trumpet and an accordion with strings from his knees to a bass drum? No? Well I'm not like that, except in spirit! Instead I have a Roland W30 Workstation (a la Prodigy!) and three networked computers. All my output is DIGITAL. I compose, my band plays. When I'm tired, it packs up immediately. There're only ten steps from my practice hall to my bed! The band never complains, doesn't need refreshment, and doesn't go on strike for more pay!

Song Info

Genre

Rock • Progressive Rock

Charts

Peak #1,240

Peak in subgenre #108

Author

Tony Duncan

Rights

Tony Duncan

Uploaded

May 23, 2004

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MP3 4.8 MB • 128 kbps • 5:15

Story behind the song

The art and dreams of Ana Mireles had already profoundly affected me. When confronted by this poem it seemed the work of a moment to transform it into music.

Lyrics

That which I lost -
That which I believed I'd lost -
That which led me to contemplate yesterday
Tinctures designed
To cleanse your wound
With the sweet things of life.
And how subtly changes the eye bruised and
Battered by the waves of your anger
Until there is the first light
Which rises laughing
Into Spring . . .
To be lightness, to fly on wings, with heart outpouring,
To be Awake, divinely Awake.

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