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We Dreaming Savages
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A little weird, but feels like Halloween somehow.
orin drake nightshade fen
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All the good things that being a bitch can bring.
After eight years in a tiny town in Idaho, ten more years in a small religious town in northern Arizona, one severe mental breakdown (and one small one), and a whole bunch of weird yet somehow fun stuff in-between, Orin needed to bust out. But pay no attention to her, she's just the one behind the real start--Nightshade, a Fender Stratocaster with a winning bitch attitude that almost rivals Orin's. Alright, so people who write about themselves in the third person are kinda creepy. But what more do you want from me? A website? Okay. Stop by http://www.sephain.com for a fun time... or something. There's always more info and music at http://www.geocities.com/wickedorinmusic/orinmusic.html as well.
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Genre
Rock Rock n Roll
Charts
Peak #1,373
Peak in subgenre #109
Author
Orin Drake
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Orin Drake
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October 17, 2004
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MP3 3.0 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Yeah, I don't know. I just don't know. I'm really annoyed that the voice setting I used didn't really come through when I transfered it to the computer, as it sounded much more echo-y and a little less crappy on the recorder... but, whatever. They're all demos! Didn't have any clear intensions when I was screing around with the music, nor at the time when I came up with the lyrics on the fly (can you tell?). But what it did remind me of, after I'd gotten the chance to think about it a little, was some sort of... RPG crew of mis-matched and misguided egos all trying to make do with one another, in a very creepy environment. (In case you're not one to be blessed with geek knowledge or Controller Thumb a.k.a. The Gamer's Cursed Hand Condition, RPG means "role playing game"--of the video game variety in this case.)
Lyrics
(This is not a confession This is not a confession) I see that look you give them Spoken all the time I pass through where you're standing Always on my mind (I am not whole But here we go) (This is not a confession This is not a confession) I feel the rain come down and Slowly lift away Yours is not the only burden Cease your passion play It sounds so genuine And yet remans untrue Here befall sthe lonely ones It's happening to you (I am not whole But here we go) (This is not a confession This is not a confession) We have no understanding Of the journey on When one pretends to know then I see that they're wrong The ghost that rests inside will Surely see us through And if you use the right words He'll know what to do (I am not whole But here we go) (This is not a confession This is not a confession) The souls of emptiness will Burn and there they'll stay We dreaming savages Will turn and walk away
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