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New Life Will Rise From the Fallen
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I made this song for my passion project for my English class. My friend Joey wrote the guitar parts, and I did the Native American flute. The first group of vocals is a poem by Eduardo Recife, and I wrote the second part.
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Hey everyone! Welcome to my SoundClick band page. I'm Evan Barnes, the guy behind Hybrid Sphere, and I'm one of only two monarchs of Spoiler Nation (more to come on that in the futurrrre). I'm still developing my style and learning music theory, so don't be surprised when my style varies from song to song. This music project of mine has been going on since I was about 13 (now I'm 20), so a lot of the music on here is from years ago! My style has changed since then. Regardless, I hope you can find something that pleases you (in whatever way you want) while you're here!
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Genre
Rock Folk Rock
Charts
#23,173 today Peak #218
#1,303 in subgenre Peak #26
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Written and produced by: Evan Barnes
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none - Please, remix! Just let me know about it.
Uploaded
May 20, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.5 MB 128 kbps 2:42
Story behind the song
Well, my friend Joey and I were assigned the passion project, which requires you to do something you're passionate about and take it further and stuff. So we decided to make music together. I play the Native American flute, and he plays acoustic guitar, and we decided to try to mix those. After we jammed together for a while, it started to fall into place, and then I found the poem by Eduardo Recife. After I threw that in, I knew how the rest of the song needed to go. We took it from there and came across some inspiration (I think so, anyway) with the last guitar, flute, and vocal parts.
Lyrics
A seed reaches the ground. It sits there for a while. Praying for water, dreaming about the sun. And it just stays there, dry, waiting. Time passes by and the clouds promisses... And the dry seed finds its own way, covered in mud, but just protected. And it continues there until its time. Time for a change, time to grow, time to reach the sky. And when the dream seems reachable, someone cuts the flower body, because it was too beautiful, too high... new life will rise from the fallen, despite a most gruesome maulin'. new life will rise, bird from pheonix ashes, and snake from serpent hatches. new life will rise, rise with the dawn's new shine, rose red as the early morn' sky. so do not cry. do not cry for the rose fallen. for all to mend, all must die; do not cry. do not cry.
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