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Statue of Liberty Waltz
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acoustic folk singersongwriter poet daytime scientistbiol
Singer-Songwriter, Acoustic-Folk
Music came to me at some early age in my life through a folk song by Burl Ives... something about little ducks in a pond. Later on I remember hearing 'O Come, O Come Emanuel' at mass and I was never the same. It was haunting. Then, one summer during a trip to South Carolina when I was 13 years old, the hit on the pop radio was one by link Wray, his version of the classic 'Jack The Ripper'. I asked my mother to go out and buy the 45 (an analog vinyl format for those who remember). I wonder if she ever knew what indeed she was doing in bringing that tune home to me. That wrenching guitar... da, dadadadada... I was even more not the same. I did not however pick up the guitar however until I was seventeen and just leaving high school for reasons do sometimes cause me some remorse. However, I have never stopped playing and writing since... You can do the math by finding out when 'Jack The Ripper' was a hit. The very first thing I remember trying to play was the solo melody to Scarborough Fair... by ear of course. I base a lot of my musicality in that I only learned to read music and study harmony later... first, it was all from the heart, and ears and fingers. I feel myself to be a singer-songwriter but I am pursuing a PhD at the University of Maine in Biology. Go figure... Art and Science in my opinion are after the identical great unknown 'thing', but they travel in different lanes and at greatly different velocities. Moreover, I believe, and others say I am writing the best I ever have. I hope some hear these songs that for me come from the center of whoever I am...
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#1,267 today Peak #4
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July 05, 2019
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MP3 8.5 MB 320 kbps 3:42
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The Statue of Liberty Waltz By Dan Bell, 2019 Well she’s standing out on the water Her torch seems to scrape off the sky Everybody likes to wave to her As their starry ships float by Someday she’ll smile When all her children come home But she’s holding her breath She’s saving what’s left While a long line just waits on the sea Like silhouettes cut from black and white Their faces never seem to make a sound All leaning out to a setting sun And a place called New York town Somehow believing In something that they can’t see But she’s holding her breath She’s saving what’s left While a long line just waits on the sea No time for faltering now Turn through the pages somehow Safe in her shadow ‘Till the dawn Well my head’s all full of fever I can’t drink enough of water down I had come here for sweet asylum But there’s a long line into town At her feet They’re hungry, they’re tired, they’re poor But she’s holding her breath She’s saving what’s left While a long line just waits on the sea
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