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La Voix Experimental Part 1
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Well, there you go! Me singing and playing randomly with use only of a microphone and a mousemat!
"After composing and producing the ambient avantgarde EP, , in his bedroom in 2002, Rollo found a way to find his own style and push it further into his music. Born in Denmark, Rollo has been a songwriter and composer since the age of eight and has moved from one genre to another, until he found his way into making electronic music. Rollo's music has a very unique flavour and fusion of downbeat, trip-hop and progressive techno which makes his music very different from others. All songs of Rollo are instrumentals, but he plans experimenting with his voice in early 2003. 2002 will see another release from Rollo, , and 2003 will be the year for Rollo's first full-length album, with no working title yet. By the way, Rollo is the founder of Oregano Records."
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Acoustic • Acoustic Vocals
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#19,698 today Peak #266
#1,859 in subgenre Peak #28
Author
Rollo
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Rollo
Uploaded
December 06, 2002
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MP3 9.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Well, I just wanted to tell you what I sing like!
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Joseph was a man good and strong He worked hard in the everglades all day long When work was done he'd stand with a smile For his thoughts were of his wife down the road a mile She was a good woman, small and petite Joseph was her man none else could compete Down the road, living in a shack There is a young woman, her life just on track The future seemed a thing filled with joy Like a child at play with a brand new toy In the summer that year, the weather was mild A good sign it would seem for the couple's first child A cradle was in place, built by Joseph's own hand A son would be his dreams fulfilled, next to his wedding band The baby was born and his hopes became true The cradle was painted a bright, vibrant blue Down the road, living in a shack There is a tired mother, asleep in the back Her dreams are of how her life will now be For once they were two, now there are three The boy grew up to learn his father's trade And Joseph was as proud as a man can be made He was taught by his father not to be lax But one day while cutting wood with his axe The axe-blade came off and flew towards his head Joseph caught him as he fell, but he was already dead Down the road living in a shack There is a poor woman, grieving in black She's grieving for one who was lost on his way I wish I could console her but there's nothing to say The two were devastated by what they had lost Bitterly cursing the dice they'd been tossed As time passed by it lessened their pain Like the waves of the ocean or the falling rain Joseph went back to the work that he loved Once more the great bear and she his white dove Down the road, living in a shack There is a poor woman, reminiscing in black She's remembering a time when life seemed so good Looking to the corner where the cradle once stood One day as Joseph was at work on a tree The winds were whistling like a kettle for tea The tree he was cutting was meant to fall south But the wind came up as if from a mouth It fell in a way he did not expect It fell on Joseph and broke his neck Down the road, living in a shack There is a poor woman, praying in black She's praying for one whose life is no more Praying that he'll walk through heaven's white door When they brought his wife home the body that day She closed all the shutters and turned them away She sat staring at nothing for an hour, two more Then slowly reached for something on the floor She was found the next day, finally at rest Lying beside her husband with a knife in her breast Down the road, lies an empty shack Its windowpanes broken, gaping and black Some say the family was cursed from above But fate has no conscience and fate knows no love
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