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Flower of the City
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A weird little ditty about the conflict between nature and technology. The first time my lyrics were more important than my music.
piano ben collins michael
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Piano pop with hormones. Edgy. Creative. Melodic. Experimental. Singular.
A piano, a boy, a computer. 88 keys, vocal chords, electricity and a kaleidoscope mind. Enough of that . . . self-promotion makes me queasy. If you're willing to explore it, the key to my subconscious is available. A Skeleton Key. It will unlock all the doors, although you have to struggle with some of the bolts. A slow journey into madness all in a 30 minute album-ette! (so-called because too big for an EP but too small for a proper album). I used to record as Michael Collins. That is what my parents called me. It's already been claimed twenty times over so I decided to take up this one. Songs I wrote as Michael Collins are relics. A collection of some of those songs (called 'Relic'; purely coincidence I assure you) is available. Once upon a time I put out a disc called Fixate. Fixate was OK I guess but some bits of it pissed me off and I had a bad attack of low self-esteem and leprosy (mostly low self-esteem) so I don't talk about Fixate anymore OK?
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Alternative • Other Alternative
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Peak #570
Peak in subgenre #88
Author
Ben Collins
Rights
Michael Collins 2001-200X
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February 16, 2005
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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If you forget what Mother told you I can take you down the alley of despair down the street from mayhem and confusion the pretty white flowers grow there city flower, rare and sweet succulent and good to eat city flower, grows downtown silently, it makes a sound if you forget what Mother told you I'll take you in my arms on the last day all our past lives smashing around us gutterblossoms open come what may city flower, rare and sweet succulent and good to eat city flower, grows downtown silently, it makes a sound you have forgotten what I told you my army's moving for the kill I'm the one who engineered this city I'm the one who built this muted hell (.....) I'm the one who makes thepills I swallow who plants the seeds under cement veils I'm the one with roots that drink to deeply of the water beneath the ancient hill city flower, rare and sweet succulent and good to eat city flower, grows downtown silently, it makes a sound yeah (do you want me to stop?) (yes!) (now?)
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