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I've allowed this to happen . . .
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Intelligent lyrics wrapped in dripping wet melodies. Been descibed as music you've always wanted to hear but never had the chance to.
To quote a bit of Shakespeare, "A life mended is but patched". The sutures split and the life drains from the wound. Once healed, the scar remains as a reminder of the pain. These are my scars. These are my thoughts, ideas, and wisdom I have gained along the way. The twisted raised surface of a life torn and mended and torn again. This is my collagen, my bandages, and all that lies beneath. It's been years since I have visited this page. I should be working to remedy that soon. The degree is in the bag--at least most of it--and the music can now resurface. Over the course of the next few months I will be going back to work on the Lethologica album. At this conjuncture, the tracks look like they'll be a lot more complete and complex (and possibly more eclectic) than the work I have done in the past. I am also hoping for a bit more congruence of sound--one of my biggest concerns with the last two albums. As the songs come together I will be uploading them for your perusal. Those of you who have been waiting for something new, I apologize for my absence. For the rest of you, I apologize for my return.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #1,005
Peak in subgenre #207
Author
Timothy Goss
Rights
1998 angryclown music
Uploaded
December 21, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Written in Lawrence Kansas in the winter of '98; recorded in the spring of '99 at Wheatstone Bridge studio. This was my first "real" effort at recording.
Lyrics
She Music and lyrics by Timothy Goss (Bass by John Taylor) An unborn child, A soul I will never know, A dark place I carry inside, A tragic day, I hang my head in shame, The emptiness consumes me, Can I write it all away? Let the paper soak up my sorrow? I can only try to understand, Can I justify the sins? Of my careless actions? I can only offer this to time, And she, Carries the weight on her own, I'm forced into nothing, To wait by the phone, She, Wants to take all the blame, She doesn't want to think it's my child too, She just wants it to go away, An innocent one, A cross that's mine to bear, Only asking for the chance, The same chance that I had, And against what I've believed, I've allowed this to happen, And through this torture, I can only pray that she's alright, (chorus)
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