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The Sum of Our Emotions
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The Finale to A Death In the Family
rock great lyrics classic complex intellegent layered
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Rock, Near-Rock, Folk, Alt, Bluegrass, Metal, yadda, yadda, yadda
HI. We're Brian Mauer and Ben Verson. We've been writing, recording and performing music for over 35 years together. What do we call it? HMMMMMMMMMM, we're not sure. We incorporate any and all styles. We hope you will find that we have succeeded in homogenizing a unique style. Influences range from classic rock (Beatles, Who, Zeppelin) to Folk, slip in a bit of bluegrass, and an equal amount of metal, and you get...Something, without a name.
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Genre
Rock • Rock n Roll
Charts
Peak #569
Peak in subgenre #50
Author
Mauer and Verson
Rights
2006 B&B Productions
Uploaded
April 12, 2006
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MP3 6.8 MB • 128 kbps • 7:24
Story behind the song
The summation of all the spiritual and metaphysical aspects to the life and eternity of Shirley, Adam and Broghan, as sung to them by Owen and the rest of the cast.
Lyrics
I hear the distant muse repeat her Lilting message is it a sign? It’s strange; there is no pulse or meter To represent a sense of time. I see a door, a face, a light, But I’m feeling numb and worn. No clouds, or angels, or brimstone light, Just my memories to mourn. (Chorus) We are the sum of all of our emotions And the bearings of our lives. No Hell or Heaven or lost devotions No God or Devil in our demise. It's our past it's our reminder It’s our peace, and our torment. We get eternity to ponder How our love, and lust and lives were spent. The doorways, there are many But only two lights shine above. The blue light of our discontent Or the brightest light of our love. It’s never a redeeming light It illuminates our reflection. Does the balance of the acts of life Merit blissful introspection. (Chorus) (Bridge) The death it was so painless It’s beyond it we all should fear No life is ever stainless No purpose ever clear Our love becomes our Heaven Regret becomes our Hell We drag no chains, but build up walls Behind which we must dwell. I hear the distant muse repeat her Lilting message is it a sign? It’s strange; there is no pulse or meter To represent a sense of time. I see a door, a face, a light, But I’m feeling numb and worn. No clouds, or angels, or brimstone light, Just my memories to mourn. I see a door, a face, a light, But I’m feeling numb and worn. No clouds, or angels, or brimstone light, Just my memories to mourn.
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