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Fountain of Heaven
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The Angels set a Carole Y poem to music. Carole wrote this years before her own near- death experience. Bob K: Lead and Rhythm Guitars. Eric D: Keyboards, Drum Programming,Treatments, Lead Guitar (Left Channel) and Vocal. Carole Y: Words
progressive britpop power pop girls bob kingdon transatlantic eric daum
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Glam Rock for the Future, Power Pop for Progessives, Martinis at 5:00.
We are the trans-Atlantic alliance of Bob Kingdon, from England and Eric Daum from New England. We are a virtual band inspired by the music of Bill Nelson, Power Pop and girls in short skirts and tight shirts. Bob handles the guitars, Eric, the keyboards, loops and programming as well as dabbling with his ancient Rickenbacker on a few songs. Both Bob and Eric sing and share songwriting. In addition, we sometimes set the poems of Carole Young, a Scottish poet to music.
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Charts
Peak #64
Peak in subgenre #10
Author
Carole Young, Eric Daum
Rights
Carole Young & Eric Daum 2010
Uploaded
March 28, 2010
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 3:56
Story behind the song
A prescient song, Carole wrote this years before her own near-death experience.. She is a gifted poet and an avid supporter of musicians. A project on Bill Nelson's website, Dreamsville has members setting some of Carole's poems to music. The page can be found here: http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=1046793
Lyrics
The Fountain of Heaven Carole Y. 1981 My spirit leaves my body I walk through a golden mist You stand by a dancing fountain And I wonder if I exist. I've travelled a very long distance To meet you again But even death can't keep us apart If it ever will?..when? You look at me with tearful eyes The fountain dances on And it's then I know That I can't stay for long. The mist clouds over again Doctors and nurses surround my bed And they tell me with a worried look That I was forty seconds dead. Yet, we will meet again Come what may We will meet again my love Some happy day.
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