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Camptown Yankee River Valley
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Chris' song finally put to life.
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The Bedtime Story hails from Greenfield Park Quebec, and is devoted to making the wierdest possible music. With their signature inhaled screaming and instruments such as water bottles and guitar picks on tables, The Bedtime Story is sure to keep you entertained.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #557
Peak in subgenre #57
Author
The Bedtime Story
Rights
TBTS
Uploaded
September 05, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.5 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
This is a song that Chris wrote the lyrics for a long time ago. One day he tried to make music for it. The first 15 seconds of it were hilariously good, then it went to chaotic crappiness. Later on, Matt remade the exact riffs, but more coherent, and he kept them going for longer without falling apart. Chris then made his debut as the only one doing vocals in a Bedtime Story song. The keyboard riff at the very end is the same riff that Chris plays EVERY time he is within a 10 foot radius of a keyboard. We finally have it on record. The name is a mixture of three of those programmed songs that you find on keyboards. We took them from the keyboard that we made the song on. "Camptown Races" "Yankee Doodle" and "Red River Valley" were all merged to form the title.
Lyrics
As the orange balcony awaits my arrival, I grin at the way things used to be, All five horizons snarl at my actions, Put forth in battle for victory. I, and just me can be smelled, By the trees of your deciduous forest. Flowers with petals, Bright like the moonlit gallows, Could not exchange this heart of mine. Your eyes remind me of times, When we struck gold, And not one finch frowned at the epic. I was the majestic fox, Floating in the sky, Soon to be hunted by the neck of red. Flowers with petals, Bright like the moonlit gallows, Could not exchange this heart of mine. Your eyes remind me of times, When we struck gold, And not one finch frowned at the.. Love and war, Hate and peace, No, no, no, no ,no, no Love and war, Hate and peace No, no, no, no Yeah.
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