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Your sister's wedding
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An entirely fictional story woven around a very real, recent event. It's a song written as I drove home from a gig in late May 2005; and if it's of no other value, it at least helped keep me awake.
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Touching, funny, serious, award-winning songs about life and love; all penned, played, arranged, sung, recorded and mixed by Al.
So he never existed... not really, as a real person. He made himself up one day in 1969 and lived a dual existence: half of him surviving on dead-end jobs, the other half believing that one day he would write at least one song that the world would remember. Now half of him is dead, and, as with all conjoined twins (without major surgery) that sentences both of them. It would be sad if it wasn't so pathetic. Fairy-tales always end this way... well not always, rarely... and this was rarely a fairy-tale; so there the similarities end: the ending was neither sad nor happy - it just... was. The enigmatic and tragic Jackson C Frank was a hero of his... now he emulates that frail and failed soul. Maybe in 40 years people will still say 'Al who?', much as they do today. That would be both a great epitaph, and a fitting legacy. Below is the page as he inexplicably and hurriedly left it: hot meal still on the table; knife and fork still in place and at the ready; the drink untouched in the bone china cup... ************************************************************* I now have an album: 'The sentence that I serve' available from CD baby. Click on this mini album cover to take you there: INVALID -- CDBABY INVALID INVALID INVALID INVALID for AL STRAVINSKY: The sentence that I serve -- It's on iTunes too, where the whole album or individual tracks can be downloaded in mp3 format: http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playListId=216015067 Thanks. I've been a professional musician for 24 years, and over 3000 gigs (I've stopped counting); always working, travelling, trying to make ends meet...nearly...if you could just hold these a minute please...er...thanks: my hands are now free so I can get on with actually (ironically) playing some music at last. I sing and play bass guitar and I play some acoustic/electric guitars also.
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Genre
Pop • Dance-Pop
Charts
Peak #243
Peak in subgenre #82
Author
Al Stravinsky
Uploaded
March 04, 2007
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:46
Story behind the song
An entirely fictional story woven around a very real, recent event. Another song written as I drove home from a gig, this time in late May 2005; and if it's of no other value, it at least helped keep me awake. Another brushed drum loop and double bass/acoustic guitar thing, with Fender Rhodes piano, percussion, between 4 and 12 backing vocals, 5 electric guitar tracks, with a sung/spoken, light-hearted lead vocal. It fades out too, which is a novelty for me: I usually try to think of something more original; but a fade fitted perfectly.
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Verse1 The bride cried as the groom replied: 'I do too!' 'OK so far' smiled the Registrar, 'But wait your turn love, will you?' Two lilac bridesmaids, fat and thin, one dark and one fair, In the style of so-called Civil weddings everywhere. La la la, la la la, la la let it roll La la la, la la la, la la let it roll Verse2 She looked up from her book and seemed to lip-read what I'd said, Though how she could even see me through that cloud of red. I dropped my eyes and they rolled to red shoes, one heel on the floor; My senses woke to perfume, and the feeling that I'd been here before. La la la, la la la, la la let it roll La la la, la la la, la la let it roll I stepped through the french windows for some space and fresh air, (Behind me the music played too loudly, no-one seemed to hear), Into a courtyard of block black shadows where I hoped to find That red-haired girl I'd sat behind. La la la, la la la, la la let it roll La la la, la la la, la la let it roll Distracted by scrubbed, chasing children in squeaky, stomping shoes, And the video stroke photographer telling everyone what film he used; 'Til glass in hand, tie undone and jacket on a chair I looked back in through the window, and we saw each other standing there. La la la, la la la, la la let it roll La la la, la la la, la la let it roll She was leaning on the bar, and as I walked into the room Raised a glass, fixed my eyes, said: 'A toast to me and you.' And with a gesture and a wink she said: 'I'll see you in the video.' Like she'd been and seen the future, that I would get to know - Now let it roll... La la la, la la la, la la let it roll La la la, la la la, la la let it roll It was almost perfect when I met you At your sister's wedding in nineteen ninety three La la la, la la la, la la let it roll La la la, la la la, la la let it roll ( to fade)
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