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Sight of a season
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A multi-part love song from the (partly) symphonic rock album "The hemperor's new garments".
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Jorm is a world. Well, it's mainly the brainchild of my musical vision but onstage we are a whole band. On the recordings however, I solely perform all instrume
Jorm is the brainchild of multi-instrumentalist Fredrik Andersson but began as a joke called "Riffkollektivet" (freely translated "The Riff Community") with the amibition of making old school progressive rock. As any good joke it detoured into more serious territory and became sort of a dual-existing project with a live directed band on one side and a recording project on the other and that's where we're at. The emphasis is still on symphonic prog rock but the palette has extended to include just about anything that pops into Fredrik's hairy head. In short: Jorm is on one hand a one-man recording project and on the other hand a full band occaisonally performing selected songs live wherever they may get the chance. Or even shorter: Jorm is a world.
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Genre
Rock • Progressive Rock
Charts
Peak #215
Peak in subgenre #37
Author
Fredrik Andersson
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Fredrik Andersson
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July 22, 2010
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MP3 9.5 MB • 128 kbps • 10:23
Story behind the song
Oh, if I only could remix these old tracks! Well, I could but I won't until I get the inclination which may be in, say, 20 years or so (with bonus tracks and additional outtakes, false takes and amusing blabber for your pleasure). So, that's my notion about the actual album. The song in question is in fact written around the initial thoughts of a girl I kind of had a thing for at the time, so it's deeply rooted in that very period. It goes through three different parts and ends up where it began as any good prog epic should. I clearly remember sitting in a friend's sofa working out the guitar/bass interplay in the third section (intending to do something in the style of England's "Garden shed" album) while not watching the hockey game on TV.
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Sight of the season As the springlight turns on the guidance to where I'm yet to go The greatest of reasons Endless beauty withholds every turn to a common goal Light of the reason But the rain dimmed the chance for a green scented rendezvous Sun wakes the early as he finds an excuse to rebuild his recent bower The seasons were drawn with a lady arriving with dawn But the vision remains a reminder of yearning all the while she gets unto the path Edge of the woodland There has always been nymphs where the untouched forest begun The sprite as the fiddler hanging round for a chance to play out his sincere adoring The meadows unfold and the sun will be warming the cold And the vision remains a reminder of yearning all the while she gets unto the path --- I recall the scenery A delayed winter laid down when a lady crossed right through the hall with blossom undone Any word all yet to conjure Any tune all yet to play So I could not really hope to raise expressions for display When the moon is on a mean streak and the lightpole sheds its beam the undressing of our buckled brains reveals inner dreams Then a sudden encounter yielded signs for all to see And I dared not think such beauty could ever apply to me --- What's the trigger for the ones who never needed confirmation? Give me a forest where act is derived from a reason Prolonged youth seasoned with guidance Fear of ending all the readings Hers is a digest, mine is an expired edition Still a fiddler entertaining looking for an audience Then for a moment of glow Could it really be true that she set for the show? I don't mind the desert if the night oasis yielded water Though when the trees trade their room, I can't take how it's growing So much for a show of hearts The room is friendly - temporarily Noone could tell if she's ever sincere with her smile Though, I'm sure if I could make it last I would rewrite the past Is it a fall when the dreams of the night always seem to lead back to her sight? --- So, the sun may be warming the cold But it won't ever show what I'm told So the vision remains a reminder of yearning all the while she gets unto the path --- Sight of a season But the season denied any more reasons to abide So, on with the treason of the heart trying to clear out the reasons of her beside
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