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featuring Matt Logan on the cello. Recorded at Atlantic Sound Studio, engineered by Diko Shoturma. Produced by Stefko and Diko Shoturma
stefko and matt logan
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Taken from June 2005 WRAP Magazine article by Philip Mandelbaum, aka Awkword, "....popular and respected, indeed. Stefko is playing for larger and larger audiences. At the wreath laying ceremony for newly - and democratically - elected Ukrainian President Victor Yushchenko, he performed for thousands, and he's being recruited for new gigs by those who hear him. One could never guess, listening to his reordings, that Stefko is frighteningly tall, bearded, and grungy. His eyes are dark and sullen, and hint at a deep melancholy - a past not yet put into words, even in his songs. In person, Stefko is subdued. On stage, his voice erupts from his bowels, harmoniously as he wails like a fallen angel, his innocence spilling onto the sweat-soaked stage".
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Genre
Rock Folk Rock
Charts
Peak #143
Peak in subgenre #10
Author
Stefko
Uploaded
February 15, 2006
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MP3 3.4 MB 128 kbps 2:57
Story behind the song
That constant sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when someone you care about treats you like shit, and you not being able to understand one bit of it. So you get angry, and confused, and on and on and on....
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This is the silence we break with our bones This place is a house, but it ain't no home And your just somebody that I used to know from before So drink yourself numb on the Upper West Side With all of the phonies who cling to your side Don't you wish you were sleeping in Brooklyn tonite How does it feel, to be one more broken piece? Of a rhyme that I can't complete She broke me down more than I can admit I still lie awake at night dealing with it The pills and the alcohol can't make my brain sit still Bright lights and traffic just lull me to sleep Despite being caught in a valium dream Trying to kill all the ugly thoughts that I keep How does it feel, to be one more broken piece? Of a rhyme that I can't complete So call off your armies and throw down your guns I want to talk, but not if you run When the first words out of my mouth are, 'You were wrong' How does it feel, to be one more broken piece? Of a rhyme that I can't complete No one here really cares about me I'd much rather just be asleep
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