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Running Away
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A folk/rock ballade
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New/Old school Folk/Rock artist with a flair for poignant melodies and meaningful lyrics.
Thomas Palminteri is a singer/songwriter, composer with a subtle and varied gift for lyrics and melody in the tradition of Paul Simon and Randy Newman. He has written both songs that tell a story such as ïSpring Has Goneï and Waiting for the No.12 and composed instrumental music such as ïJourney to the Black Madonnaï the enigmatic Mass in C that defy categorization. In his teenage years he developed a strong appreciation for Rock music beginning with The Beatles and later became enamored with the more eclectic groups of his adolescence such as the Talking Heads and Elvis Costello. Later in college when he decided to study music more formally Tom became deeply affected by Classical and Jazzï particularly J.S. Bach, Mozart, Faure and Debussy.
Song Info
Genre
Rock Folk Rock
Charts
Peak #785
Peak in subgenre #45
Author
Tom Palminteri
Rights
2004
Uploaded
September 17, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.0 MB 192 kbps 3:18
Story behind the song
This is another one from the Circus Town Cycle...I eventually arranged this differently with Kavan and then even further with Scott and Eric's In Oregon but this was the original 4-track. This song will be up here in as a limited release. I recorded this with Micheal Doonan in the Summer of 1990. If you can forgive the faux strings I think it came out pretty good.
Lyrics
Fear isn't only for the young and perhaps I'm not the only one. To live life thinking there'd be more day in the sun. Fear isn't only for the young. I have to leave here; you know I cannot live here. May the doors be open without your complaints...without your complaints. I’m running away. May my morning warning be to your dismay. Yeah the grass ain't so green today. My bags are packed but there ain't no 'jet plane' just a few dollars for a train. I have to leave here; you know I cannot live here. May the doors be open without your complaints...without your complaints. I’m running away. I will not fear the dark of night or the arrow that flies by day. But in a crowd I hear your voice, I hear you voice, I hear your voice. But I'll tell you this saga ain't gonna end to soon..please forget I ever left our room. These summer streets ya know they burn my feet. This saga ain't gonna end to soon.... I have to leave here, you know I cannot live here. May the doors be open without your complaints...without your complaints. I’m running away.
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