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Freedomland
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A song about the great and loving childhood that I took for granted. I wish everyone could have the childhood I had.
singer songwriter acoustic beatles music florida new york love songs writer college performer larry whitler robin macblane
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I am a solo singer/songwriter. My music is mostly soft although my songs could easily be performed in mostly any style.
For me, it's all about the song. That mysteriously magical thing that happens when a lyric is married to a melody. The writing process is invigorating and exciting while simultaneously being exasperating and difficult. It is that moment when music is being composed and a lyric is being written when I am truly the "artist at his easel." The creative process continues when the song is brought into the studio to be recorded because, as in writing, the production and arrangement processes also have their own sets of challenges. Those challenges are always dictated by the song itself and the task at hand at that moment is to be true to the song and carefully craft a recording that reflects what the song is about. Part three, for me, is to then take that song and perform it. It is the purest form of displaying this work of art called a song and is the only place where the magic of the creation is reflected back to me from a room full of interested listeners. And at that moment it is only as magical as the audience makes me believe it is. My CDs are all available on CDBaby.com.
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Genre
Pop Indie Pop
Author
Larry Whitler
Rights
1991 and 2007 Larry Whitler
Uploaded
November 10, 2007
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MP3 4.7 MB 256 kbps 5:11
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In the morning we'll be getting up Before the sun rises. We're gonna take the day And make it grand--- Sleepy eyed we'll climb into the back seat, And if we fall asleep, it's alright--- We're in our father's hands--- Are we, are we, are we almost there? Are we are we are we almost there? In Freedomland--- Memories in vivid black and white. Never occurred to me How lucky I had been, The son of a loving man. Joined the army and fought the war, And New York's finest where he fought some more, Without a trace of fright. And now I understand--- Are we, are we, are we almost there? Something magic in the morning air--- In Freedomland--- Oh, and if I Could somehow be As you were to me So long ago--- To give a little back, Just to show what it means To have a Mom and Dad Who'd wish us sweet dreams--- In the photos of your wedding day, "The bride is beautiful," I bet the guests would say. And the vows would stand. Both agreed to face the coming years. To share the happiness, to comfort times of tears, And I was part of the plan--- Are we, are we, are we almost there? God, if I could show how much I cared--- For Freedomland--- You gave us Freedomland--- In the morning we'll be getting up Before the sun rises. We're gonna take the day And make it grand. Sleepy eyed I'll take you to the back seat, And if you fall asleep, it's alright--- You're in your father's hands--- Ask me, "Are we, are we almost there?" Little voices answering my prayers--- In Freedomland---- Oh Freedomland--- Are we, are we, are we almost there? Are we, are we, are we almost there? In Freedomland--- Freedomland--- Freedomland---
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