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Cabin Song
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A moody mixture of melodic poetry over smooth beats and lucious licks of acoustic guitar.
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The music here widely ranges everywhere from hard hitting, trance-like, chemical beats...to liquid, electro-organic, beat-speak. Imagine if Pink Floyd and The B
Jordan Woollen - Keyboards, guitar, samplers, synths, MIDI, audio I've been producing since 1993 and have performed for crowds of over 3,000 people. My music has been licensed to clients such as MTV, MTV2, VH1, Fox Sports, & SPSO and has been featured on shows such as Pimp My Ride, Punk'd, Date My Mom, Your Face or Mine, Next, Parental Control, One Bad Trip, Making the Video (Beyonce Knowles, Kanye West), Hawks Live! (pre & post game), etc. I also have scoring credits on Short and Feature length films such as "Camjackers" (camjackers.com), "Going" (LAFCO.tv), etc. I produce alternative, experimental electronica with melodic layers of acoustic, electronic and vocal textures. Always unpredictable with BIG beats. -------------------------------------------- The music here widely ranges everywhere from hard hitting, trance-like, chemical beats...to liquid, electro-organic, beat-speak. Imagine if Pink Floyd and The Beatles had an electronic band with Weird Al on the drums, Einstein on the sequencer, and the Cheetos cat jivin on the bass in the back with shades.
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Peak #350
Peak in subgenre #31
Author
Jordan Woollen
Rights
1998
Uploaded
November 30, 2003
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MP3 8.5 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
I wanted to make a song where in one ear, you'd hear the opposite than what's playing in the other. I accomplished that in a sense. Listen closely to each side of the stereo field. I've got beats going at half-tempo on one side, and beats double timed, in the other.
Lyrics
As I smell the sunrise of a broken day My ears reach out to grab the sound of golden pine drops Pouring my name into a puddle of time sliding shade Smeared with flowers, my eyes drip clusters of shattered stained glass tears As a dizzy breeze of acoustic animation swallows them into a non existent state of evaporation.
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