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This song is played on acoustic guitar.
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The Five Seasons album is a mixture of emotions. Just close your eyes when you listen to it and the different atmospheres will take you to another world. The
"The Five Seasons" album is a mixture of emotions. Just close your eyes when you listen to it and the different atmospheres will take you to another world. "The Five Seasons" mixes electric & acoustic guitar. It is rich and varied. The guitar techniques are used to bring up melodies to another level. Soft, fast and powerful, this album is hard to classify into a label of music style. Enjoy! :)
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Progressive Rock
Charts
Peak #1,711
Peak in subgenre #163
Author
Rocío Orovengua León/Francis Courchinoux
Rights
Francis Courchinoux
Uploaded
August 17, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
There will be a place to stay No more words will be said I have come from the night The morning will be bright So bright... all right...so light . I have lived two thousand lives Walking the paths that others choose With sand in my eyes I learnt how to loose Like a tight-rope walker Like a blind stalker. Now I’m looking for a place to rest I know that there’ll be again A warm inland breeze I’m going to wait For the season of rain To see how this city melts Through the sewers and the cranes. Because I will find instead Eternal days like years or centuries And orange roads like summer dragons I will find again structures and words The rhythms, the tides… but You come again to me like a perpetual dream Like a patient etherized upon a table You come to me with your wings full with mud To show me once more time the wrong path I choose It is time to start the way is long When the night comes I’ll be gone The south is far and I’m alone. Because I will find instead Eternal days like years or centuries And orange roads like summer dragons I will find instead structures and words The rhythms, the tides... but I have to leave I am on my own It is time to start The way is long.
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