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While the City Sleeps
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Not pro or anti anything but rather a rambling account of the circumstance we all find ourselves in while the public at large seems to slumber through the entire process. Featured on neilyoung.com- 'Songs of our Times' chart.
spiritual topical poetic thoughtful descriptive
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Don Tassone’s songs are inspired in part by the Great Tsunami -Christmas 2004, a TV show from the ‘60’s, a lake and a grumpy priest from his childhood, a motiva
These are the letters unopened. Why keep them sealed when they’re new? These are the words never spoken. Why hold them back when they’re true?
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Acoustic • Acoustic General
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#4,035 in subgenre Peak #52
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Peak #309
Author
Don Tassone
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(c)2006 Don Tassone
Uploaded
December 18, 2006
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MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 4:54
Story behind the song
During the year of the Great Tsunami, Christmas 2004, most of my current CD was inspired by events of the day. I know what I was feeling when I wrote this one but I can’t really recall the actual process of writing it. Most of my better attempts are like that- somewhat mystical in a way.
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WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS (c) 2006 Don Tassone WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS... WINDOWS ARE OPENED DOORS ARE CLOSED PROMISES ARE BROKEN AGENDAS EXPOSED WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS... SIGNATURES ARE FORMING SEALS PUSHED IN WAX ENGINES ARE WARMING DOCUMENTS ARE FAXED WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS... LEGISLATION PASSES TAXES ARE PAID JUDGES DETERMINE SOLDIERS INVADE WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS... PEASANTS HIDE IN CLOSETS DOORS ARE BROKEN DOWN MOTHERS HOLD THEIR CHILDREN BLOOD SEEPS FROM THE GROUND WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS... BISHOPS BURN INCENSE DEACONS RING BELLS WIDOWS WATCH AS SNOW FALLS WITCHES CHANT SPELLS WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS... ALONE IN ENDLESS VIGIL TIRED, WEARY EYES, AWAIT THE SLIGHTEST SIGNAL WILL CONCISENESS ARISE? WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS... BANK NOTES ARE PROCESSED DUMP TRUCKS TILT BACK SHREDDERS DESTROY EVIDENCE BODIES SHROUDED IN BLACK WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS... CREASES ARE FOLDED STONES ARE ROLLED ENTRANCES ARE HIDDEN TRAILS RUN COLD WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS... ALONE IN ENDLESS VIGIL TIRED, WEARY EYES, AWAIT THE SLIGHTEST SIGNAL HAS CONCISENESS ARRIVED? WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS... TENDER WORDS ARE SPOKEN BEHIND VEILED ROBES THE HEALED TEND TO THE WOUNDED THE YOUNG TO THE OLD WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS.
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