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Headless Horseman (from a poem by Adrian Levine)
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Lyrics are a poem by my friend Adrian Levine.
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Many styles of music, including rock (from mellow to metal), electronica (from dance to ambient), some bluesy , jazzy, reggae and world influences goin on to...
Earthscry is myself, Soot (or Sooty), A.K.A. Mark Sutton, with occasional contributions from friends. Music happens, and then we play it... most music here 'arrived', I feel more like a conduit than a creator. Or the suface of a lake, reflecting the surrounding scenery, but adding it's own ripples. This site contains material from the last few years. Some I consider good work, some is less than perfect but is here cos parts are good. Included is a range of styles/genres,
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Metal • Heavy Metal
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#4,508 today Peak #65
#1,527 in subgenre Peak #19
Author
Words-Adrian Levine-Music-Mark Sutton
Rights
Levine/Sutton
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July 22, 2010
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MP3 5.6 MB • 128 kbps • 6:04
Story behind the song
W.I.P. that doesn't seem to be getting finished, so posting this version : Ade (Adrian Levine) showed me some of his poems, including one inspired by the film The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow, and I said I'd like to have a go at putting it to music, this is the result.
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Headless Horseman, by Adrian Levine. It's misty, it's misty You can't see a thing It's cold and dark, Not even birds sing Out of darkness comes A man dressed in black A sack full of heads And a cloak on his back Cold steel in his hand Which he hath unsheathed He rides on command On his black trusty steed Commanded by Beauty To cut of their heads 'Till his own is returned This butcher won't rest The tree of the dead Is where he returns Each time he's finished This carnage he's learned No blood on the blade For the blow is too quick Of comes your head Before your eyes can flick When the spell's finally broken It's straight back to hell For horseman and horse And Beauty as well The town once more quiet No fear can you smell Sun back in sky Birds singing as well No more will this monster Ride through this land Because of quick thinking The law was at hand Constable Crane Is of whom I do tell Courageous and bold Sent the horseman to hell
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