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Won't Be Long
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March 2003. Mom died and I started writing songs again.
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Welcome to my occasional music digressions. These songs aren't written and performed so much as they're channeled. By a monkey.
Welcome friends & cyber travelers! I'm just an ordinary, not-at-all-strange or dysfunctional ad agency creative director with a couple guitars, a keyboard and an amazing palm-sized digital recorder called a Zoom PS-02. Most of my songs are conceived in the car -- some are even recorded there -- but everything is finished up legitimately and legally on a computer, which I have receipts for. Lately, in addition to my trusty PS02, I've been messing around with GarageBand software. Check out macjams.com. You'll find 192kbs downloads of many of my newest songs there. Musically and lyrically, my songs run the gamut from sweet to sarcastic to stupid. Here again, I want to assure everybody that I am a happy, well-adjusted soul, not deeply tormented with disturbed visions or running from the law or biting the heads off ferrets while listening to Yanni or Raffi or anything like that. Thanks for listening. And thanks to my family and to everyone at the Zoom PS02/PS04 Forum (http://www.2090.org/zoom/bbs) for the constant encouragement and support. And thanks to Susan Tedeschi for having the same last name as me, drawing thousands of unsuspecting people to my music.
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Acoustic • Acoustic General
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#5,857 in subgenre Peak #47
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Peak #126
Author
Paul Tedeschi
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Copyright 2003 Paul Tedeschi
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September 28, 2003
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
No matter how old I got, Mom always introduced me as "her baby." She was an artist and a great spirit and I feel closer to her now than I ever have been. Everything I do from this point forward is to honor her memory. She was my mom but now she is my muse.
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One day I won't be my mother's baby. "Won't be long," she said. "Won't be long." One day I might be a grownup, maybe. "Won't be long," she said. "Won't be long." Maybe I will go to Paris and raise a kid. Maybe I will love somebody the way that she did. The way she loves me now. One day I will plant my mother's garden. "Won't be long," she said. "Won't be long." And take my children out into the flowers. "Won't be long," she said. "Won't be long." The cats will play outside all day. The kids will run me ragged. But then they'll go to bed. That's what she said. How long will we have to be together? "Won't be long," she said. "Won't be long." How long will it be until forever? "Won't be long," she said. "Won't be long." When will we see each other again? "Won't be long," she said. "Won't be long."
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