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Feathers Of Angel
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My pact... on how to part this world
country acoustic folk country general and indie
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Country, acoustic folk, folk-rock, indie pop.
One man band - a wide range of acoustic based country, pop and folk crossover music.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Indie Pop
Charts
#705 in subgenre Peak #6
Charts
Peak #93
Author
Dai Crowther
Rights
Dai Crowther - May 2011
Uploaded
May 22, 2011
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MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 3:49
Story behind the song
I have a couple of years or so left... so I'm deciding now on the attitude I take with me...
Lyrics
1. I suppose I’ve been torn, on which way to go I’ve been making it easy and taking it slow And you have the right to think I've all the time in the world But that’s not how it is, as a matter of fact I’ve reached a conclusion and I’ve made a pact As the sand in my glass slips to nothing And I gather to fall… it’s my call… Chorus: I’m going to drift away, waving at shadows of Angels I’m going to bippetty bop, to the end of each day I’m going to shimmy and shape myself feathers of Angel wings Find myself a hill… run, stretch and then fly away 2. I’ll scribble on papers, I’ll make all the signs I’ll gather my patterns, kiss all my designs I’ll cross all my tees and dot i’s I’ll see that I do All that is important, I know it for sure I’ll bottle my love and I’ll leave it in store I hope I can say I managed it Ticketyboo… toodle oo… Chorus: I’m going to drift away, waving at shadows of Angels I’m going to bippetty bop, to the end of each day I’m going to shimmy and shape myself feathers of Angel wings Find myself a hill… run, stretch and then fly away Bridge: Yes love, I know that you don’t find this sort of thing funny Yes love, I know that reality always cuts in Demanding a dance with the devil… where I quietly want to cross over But love, where I’m going the devil just cannot cut in Tag: … Cos’ that how it is, as a matter of fact I’ve reached a conclusion and I’ve made a pact As the sand in my glass slips to nothing And I gather to fall… it’s my call… Chorus: I’m going to drift away, waving at shadows of Angels I’m going to bippetty bop, to the end of each day I’m going to shimmy and shape myself feathers of Angel wings Find myself a hill… run, stretch and then fly away Sleep, dream, run, stretch and then fly away On the feathers of Angels
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