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Story of a break-up with drums and piano sounds
electronica ambient beats
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little peices of music made with a chop-it-up-and-glue-it-back-together mentality. not flawless but fun.
little peices of music made with a chop-it-up-and-glue-it-back-together mentality. not flawless but fun, creative and different. the moods of different tracks fluctuate wildly. some are complentative. some are frantic. others are summer days outside. mainly made with scappy recordings of guitar, piano, drum, bass. some synthy stuff. some home-made-recipes. some effects doted about. and some sampled chunks from my CD's. well at least the ones that were'nt scratched beyond repair. other interests are acoustics, rock climbing, cooking on open fires, running, sleep
Song Info
Genre
Electronic • Electronica
Charts
Peak #2,679
Peak in subgenre #285
Author
HUBBARD
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HUBBARD
Uploaded
March 20, 2006
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MP3
MP3 1.5 MB • 128 kbps • 1:18
Story behind the song
the anger girls seem to feel after breakups
Lyrics
she held her fingers just above the keys of the piano for a moment. as she let her fingers fall on the chord she breathed out and shut her eyes. the sound grew and drifted. every face of the room held the notes. she looked down at the shape of her hands. thin fingers and the black and white keys. she's crashing down chords like slamming doors and the celing above her has become a huge vibrating drum. vulgar and discordant. frequencies are formed in the deep resentment of the piano that only she can release through the rage of each hammer being battering rammed into each string. without self indulgence or peace, she had walked of the battlefield, and now she had been dropped behind enemy lines. her fury her fingers. her brown-wooden-upright emotion-outlet. all resigned to stir uncomfort inside my wide open ears. what is she thinking? but that's just it. she isn't thinking at all. she is grinding off rust from the saw so she can amputate the bad memory. even the sky is aggressive. stark. violent. as a firey sun decends. my head is recoiling. and each optomistic fragment of melody only serves to heighten the next winding punch to the stomach. she lifted the chord but the sounds had already died.
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