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The Angelic
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this is a song of love! using the poem 'The Angel', a big thanks to William Blake!!!!
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a two (sometimes more) piece band that play - anything they feel like at any given moment - mostly rock based music <br />
Introducing the band The Voodoo Skins are Alex Potts (Clyne) and James Hunter (Herman) who have been in various indie and rock bands - such as The Monday Club, The Brilliants, Oz Cab Five,Mercy, The Damp House & for a terrible few months The Drunken' Donuts!. Never wanting to run stagnant, they have dabbled with different genres of music - even crashing the thriving folk scene just to play. Evolving and using some of these influences to arrive at a place where they are happy at.So far they have released three albums with three different bands (go here - www.thebrilliants.net ) & thought they would try an invasion of the internet. So far there's been no complaints. they hope you like what they have recorded for you and you've been having fun downloading their music...enjoy, enjoy, enjoy! :o)
Song Info
Charts
#2,215 in subgenre Peak #39
Charts
Peak #204
Author
Alex Potts & James Hunter
Rights
The Voodoo Skins
Uploaded
November 16, 2005
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MP3 4.6 MB 128 kbps 4:59
Story behind the song
this is one of our favourite poems. So we thought it might be a good idea to put it to music and see what came out of , and here it is. Hope you like it - we do!
Lyrics
William Blake Lyrics (as used by the Voodoo Skins) I dreamed a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen, Guarded by an Angel mild: Witless woe was ne'er beguil'd! And I wept both day and night, And he wip'd my tears away, And I wept both day and night, And hid from him my hearts delight. So he took his wings and fled; Then the morn blushed rosy red; I dried my tears, & armed my fears With ten thousand shields and spears. Soon my Angel came again; I was armed, he came in vain; For the time of youth was fled And grey hairs were on my head. William Blake (1757-1837)
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