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Nightmare-Voice of the Fawn
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I created this song to be the first track of a rock opera....not sure if I will continue work on the story.
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These are all pieces I've written, recorded, mixed and mastered myself. I will be trying to put up new songs every so often because I have probably a dozen or so half way complete songs and many more started. I have classical training in music theory but have spent a number of years playing rock styles. I like to experiment with musique conkrete ("nonmusic" sounds like samples and foley tracks)in my songs as you'll notice. My specialty is with strings and the afore mentioned musique conkrete. I am pretty capable at writting rock style pieces but that part of my music "career" is more or less over in my mind. I teach guitar and bass for a living but hope to compose music for a living one day.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #546
Peak in subgenre #40
Author
Jim Welch
Rights
2006
Uploaded
May 21, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 4:06
Story behind the song
Man is having a dream about atomic strike on his country and the martial law the is instated afterward. At the end he wakes up (inside a train station)to a strange voice telling him to take the train to Doneskt. The story (if continued) would be in fact the country was bombed and there is a strict martial law. It's a Utalitarian story.
Lyrics
oh tonights so god damn fucking cold trust-not our cups-to stay half full this time next month and oh our pessimisms rightly so the wind blows in ashy gusts of shattered stone and on the streets cant help but see the bodies sleeping dreaming of peace halleluia call a priest we've fallen to our knees nuclear missles raining down diseased swim the streets of our home towns and all thats left in our eyes begs to speed us to our graves Oh I see a hole a gap for them to slip right in and wither thin the little we have left every breath they'll watch with precisense lenses dull our senses build their concrete fences the martial law by my consensus is doing more harm than good others dont think I should speak so loud but god help me someone should the time is growing near for revolt into the street well greet there guns and finally we will get some sleep halleluia call a priest we've fallen to our knees nuclear missles raining down diseased swim the streets of our home towns and all thats left in our eyes begs to speed us to our graves
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