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Lingering Spirit The New Take
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One of my favourite poems. This one is in 4/4 time and a little jazzy/bluesy. In C. Graham
been there virgin sand ou
Strictly a demos only performer <br />Jam at live gigs sometimes and have a whole lotta fun doing it
I am writer, and general Mister Nice Guy. I am not a performer but manage to squeak out stuff good enough for others to hear and do better with. Lucky for you lot. I get a few other people to sing and play some of my stuff. I do make Karaoke tracks of my songs and perform them every Saturday night, trotting twix the two local pubs that do karaoke. I have a whole heap more fun than doing covers all the time. Most weeks having at least one new song to try out on the punters. Have seven recorded and getting airplay. And not only on my show Roar Radio either. Backing music for Born To Be Blue is now on a video showing the Esperance service providers. Out soon. More later.
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Genre
Jazz • Jazz Vocals
Charts
Peak #326
Peak in subgenre #36
Author
Graham Henderson
Rights
Graham Henderson APRA
Uploaded
April 19, 2005
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Gotham Records asked for this song when Nick Smith of The Black Sorrows, who was one of the judges in the ASA lyrics Awards 1998 took it to them for John Farhnam to look at. The lyric placed 6th in awards. I was too slow getting music to it. I still believe in it. Hence all the takes on it. Graham
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Lingering Spirit © Copyright Graham Henderson APRA 2005 She sits at a window, that faces the sea. A yellow pet dog, held on her soft knee. She scans the line ‘tween sea and the sky. The quickness of dark, brings fear to her eye. For, somewhere out there, her lover toils. As storm clouds thicken, and wild seas boil. And though, she knows, he’s good at his task. The fear I her heart, her face cannot mask. She worries the ear of the dog in her plight. And keeps her vigil, throughout the night. Then, in the morning in front of a gale. She sees on the water, a white patch of sail. And slowly the fear of the night leaves her face. Leaving only relief, and love in its place. This scene is repeated, through many a year. In this house that is home, to one woman’s fear. And storms that bring deep dread to her heart. Slowly, are breaking her sanctuary apart. Stone and mortar, putty and clay. Are with each storm washed unseen away. To flow in streams, to swirl ‘round and ’round. Then to settle back into the ground. And stock now stand, warm in the lea. Of a wall with a window, that faces the sea.
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