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Letting Go Of Me (Original Acoustic)
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Original live improvised invention of Letting Go Of Me that inspired the subsequent studio recording. Subdued, personal.
kevin saturna psychedelic
Atmos-thereal psychedelic progressive glam-goth rock with a side of bluesy jazz.
Kevin Saturna is on a life-long mission to bring the world of dreams flowing into the world of waking life through the intrinsic power of sound and music. He has played all manner of keyed instruments (harpsichord, piano, organ, etc) since the age of three years. In his late teens he made the decision to devote his life to bringing the ocean of music trapped in his head into the outside world. Audience members at his currently infrequent live performances regularly claim to be transfixed by the sound and environment that is created through his expression, and often find themselves lost in a trance-like dream state. The tremendous emotional, personal responses Kevin has received from listeners and fans has kept him devoted to the continuing performance and creation of this unique evolving music. Most of the recordings available are live improvisations, unedited. Whilst lacking the polish of a studio recording, they capture the strange spontaneous creation of intricate songs and instrumental music unique to Kevin Saturna.
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#17,733 today Peak #83
#1,494 in subgenre Peak #17
Author
Kevin saturna
Rights
(c) 2003 Kevin Saturna, The Orbiter Project
Uploaded
October 20, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB 128 kbps 4:36
Story behind the song
I had written a letter to a close friend stating my present state of mind. I re-read the letter the day after I sent it and thought it ought to be put to music. I sat down at the keyboard and microphone, pressed record, and this is what came out on the first try. The lyrics are the letter word-for-word.
Lyrics
A letter sometimes says so much Unspoken words could never be as such Lands of summer's golden rush Seem so near but forbidden is my eager touch Once I said "a miracle" was love "untold its power!" Yet I have soured Flights of fancy do persist as illusion calling "Face your destiny" A fool and his thoughts are never parted Even at the very end The hour's drawing near I can feel the icy shard clawing close now to my heart A leaf drifts listless from the tree Life is letting go of me I give my last bow to the show In syncronicity My habits haven't been my sin The self-destruction was programmed in A code in ever layer that's created And endless mental barrier Another bird with broken wings Fallen from its nest It tried its best It seems the point is missed If it did indeed exist in any sense Consider it is done when the sun has come and gone And you're cold again Evade it not in transit thought The conclusion has to be The end of me A leaf drifts listless from the tree Life is letting go of me I give my last bow to the show In syncronicity
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