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My Cathedral
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One man recording the cobwebs of his mind; Shall we listen in?
One man singer-songwriter musician. Included here are songs written as far back as the late seventies, up to and including the present day. Four of the songs were recorded in the late 90's and make up an EP called Skies. Other albums include A Man Alone from 2002, and The World At Large from 2005. Since then, songs have been released singly as they've been completed. A new album is now available - Tales Of Love And Defiance (talesofloveanddefiance.com)
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Genre
Pop • Pop Rock
Charts
Peak #99
Peak in subgenre #28
Author
Michael Carpenter
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Michael Carpenter
Uploaded
December 02, 2003
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
In the tradition of songs like "In My Room" by the Beach Boys and "There's a Place" by the Beatles, this song is about the ultimate hideaway in our heads. In a sense, the only true religion is the cult of the self; that's the context of this piece. Recorded entirely on the PS5, it features acoustic guitar recorded with the "12-string" effect in stereo across two tracks. And keyboard choirs and chimes. All other instruments (drums, bass, electric piano, strings) are supplied by the PS5's built-in patterns. Buy the CD!
Lyrics
My cathedral isn't built of stone In my cathedral, I'm never alone It's the church of my mind Where I'm the single priest The only spot that I can find Where I can be released My cathedral My cathedral stands through the years In my cathedral, I'm safe from my fears It's a quiet sanctuary The hallowed ground that I tread By the shrines of memory Where I bury my sacred dead My cathedral And my cathedral, it has every thing a vault, a nave, where the choirs can sing Upon the altar, that special place my soul, recumbent, so full of grace The saints lie weeping, around my face My cathedral has no stained glass and in the cloister, there grows no grass It's a temple of my heart No bricks or mortar that you can see No font or rood in any part The only gargoyle there, is me My cathedral
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