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Completely different style of song for me. Lyrically orientated. A bit of a test.
alternative singer songwriter acoustic atmospheric unique
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Singer songwriter, Acoustic atmospheric guitar, Alternative, Unique.
I am a singer/song writer from London, England. I would classify my style as Acoustic/Atmospheric, mixed with a bit of Rock/Pop/Alternative. My music is mainly Acoustic guitar and vocals, however I play electric guitar, and occasionally bass & piano/keyboard. I've been playing guitar on and off for about 10 years, however only really got back into it in the last 5 when I started song writing. At the moment I'm recording my album 'Inspired Exploration'. As tracks are completed, I will put them up on here for you all to listen to. If you add yourself to my mail list, I'll send you an email every time I release a new song. That will be pretty much the only time I send you an email.
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Genre
Alternative • Alternative General
Charts
Peak #214
Peak in subgenre #87
Author
Elliot Friedman
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Elliot Friedman
Uploaded
February 26, 2006
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:20
Story behind the song
I felt I should work on lyrics, and look into detail at things, and so this is the result.
Lyrics
Check my watch, it's 10 to five. I wipe my brow and rest my tools upon the side. I inch my way up to the door. Feel the rush of city lights laid on the floor. Open the door, step out and breathe the fumy air. Walk a hundred meters, let them stop and stare. take the escalators down into the tracks. watch the ETA and listen for the taps. And my journey.... has just begun. And my collar... can come undone. Doors slide open, they get on and off the side. Girl in dungarees sits next to lonely bride. And two blokes wonder out with cans at either side. 'Mind the doors' as they shut everyone in side. Down the hot and muggy sweaty humid tunnel. Speeding through it like pure water down a funnel. Rest my head onto the glass. Out we come into the open air at last. Not much further... until I'm home. In a minute... feet can touch the foam. Get off the tube and down the steps, get past them all. Pace down the path and put my ticket through the stall. Round the corner, turn my head to eye the bus. Husband and wife blocking my view, making a fuss. Lights turn red and so across the road I run. Have I made it? will he wait for me to come? I break a sweat but I just get into the line. Flash my ticket, board the bus and check the time. Just 5 minutes... until I'm home. Whats for dinner... I just dunno. Press the bell, step off the bus, walk up the hill. Pass the shops all shutting up closing the tills. Down the alley then a right up to my door. Reach for my pocket, drop my keys down on the floor. Pick em up and find the one that gets me in. Turn the key until the lock has done its thing. Walk in the house and put my jacket on the hook. I edge towards the fridge to check whats in to cook. And I'm home... after a long day. And I'm tired... but I feel free. And my journey... has just begun. Not much further... until I'm done.
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