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The only survivor from the original batch of songs from 2005, referred to henceforth as the 'Dusty Demos'. The first song of mine that elicited reviews including words like 'promise' and 'talent'. Its pretty naive compared to the cynicism on the rest
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Ernst Hayim aka "Dilettante" and "Would you Please Stop Talking?" is a song-writer who invests considerable energy in layered lyricism. A rhythmic self-taught g
Ernst Hayim aka "Dilettante" and "Would you Please Stop Talking?" is a song-writer who invests considerable energy in layered lyricism. A rhythmic self-taught guitar player, Ernst also plays the harmonica, keyboards and Appalachian dulcimer. Ernst is also a writer and a teacher. He happens to have graduate degrees in Evolutionary Biology, Genetics, and Economics (in progress).
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Rock General
Charts
#19,994 today Peak #15
#7,899 in subgenre Peak #2
Author
Ernst Hayim
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Ernst Hayim
Uploaded
August 11, 2007
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MP3 2.7 MB • 320 kbps • 2:56
Story behind the song
The only survivor from the original batch of songs from 2005, referred to henceforth as the "Dusty Demos". It was the first song that elicited reviews including words like "promise" and "talent". Its still pretty naive compared to the cynicism on the rest of the album. I had a few words laying around from the decomposing remains of an old song from 2003. Some noodling around later, those lyrics made their way into this song. Written from start to finish in the span of playing it for the first time, it probably needs to be cleaned up a bit.
Lyrics
Towering jungles of concrete jaded irony not so discreet kingdoms rise, and kingdoms fall the roaring engines, they continue to draw traded empty spaces for crowded rooms among familiar faces, all lonely too Excuse me while I choke on the gloom as the summer's fashions are, in full bloom In the silent screams of a refugee I hear honor, love..and loyalty He is you, and you are me Never really meant to be free She gives me hope She wonders why There are so many stars in the sky Our children's lives, we must bleed running on empty, fueled by greed SoundClick
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