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Butterflies
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A return to a seaside resort brought back images of an event that I'd mainly forgotten with the force of a blow. This folk song is based on a poem I wrote in 1988.
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Touching, funny, serious, award-winning songs about life and love; all penned, played, arranged, sung, recorded and mixed by Al.
So he never existed... not really, as a real person. He made himself up one day in 1969 and lived a dual existence: half of him surviving on dead-end jobs, the other half believing that one day he would write at least one song that the world would remember. Now half of him is dead, and, as with all conjoined twins (without major surgery) that sentences both of them. It would be sad if it wasn't so pathetic. Fairy-tales always end this way... well not always, rarely... and this was rarely a fairy-tale; so there the similarities end: the ending was neither sad nor happy - it just... was. The enigmatic and tragic Jackson C Frank was a hero of his... now he emulates that frail and failed soul. Maybe in 40 years people will still say 'Al who?', much as they do today. That would be both a great epitaph, and a fitting legacy. Below is the page as he inexplicably and hurriedly left it: hot meal still on the table; knife and fork still in place and at the ready; the drink untouched in the bone china cup... ************************************************************* I now have an album: 'The sentence that I serve' available from CD baby. Click on this mini album cover to take you there: INVALID -- CDBABY INVALID INVALID INVALID INVALID for AL STRAVINSKY: The sentence that I serve -- It's on iTunes too, where the whole album or individual tracks can be downloaded in mp3 format: http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playListId=216015067 Thanks. I've been a professional musician for 24 years, and over 3000 gigs (I've stopped counting); always working, travelling, trying to make ends meet...nearly...if you could just hold these a minute please...er...thanks: my hands are now free so I can get on with actually (ironically) playing some music at last. I sing and play bass guitar and I play some acoustic/electric guitars also.
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Peak #128
Peak in subgenre #28
Author
Al Stravinsky
Uploaded
December 15, 2005
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MP3 2.3 MB 128 kbps 2:29
Story behind the song
A return to a seaside resort brought back images of an event that I'd mainly forgotten with the force of a blow. This song, based on a poem I wrote in 1988, features an open-tuned (D,G,D,F#,B,D) finger-picked acoustic guitar and single vocal, and was written and recorded on 15th July 2005.
Lyrics
Verse 1 From lighthouse, hovering birds and August sun Hang the spokes of memory's web, unspun. Gathering up the ghostly yarns, I catch butterflies from another time. Verse 2 She takes me dancing through the foam, Past fishermen mending nets of their own. Fleeting, keeping one step ahead As 'round and 'round the ragged rocks I'm led. Middle8 A flashing eye and then sunrise, On that stony bay; Sandy hair and salty kiss, And a love that somehow slipped away. Verse 3 The squeeze of her hand tears me away To a new love on an August day; But the boy left for dead in that ancient place Now pins me down and slaps my face.
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