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Color Every Mind
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The closest thing I have to a prayer.
world music power pop percussive solo acoustic guitar overtone
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World music songwriting that transcends the single band.
World music songwriting that transcends the single band. Music made round the world from 1990-2002. These songs are my legacy material. My life is an experiential journey of my own design and some of the end result has been recorded and/or live music and spoken word. I play a variety of instruments and sing/talk. Most of the songs on this page date from my recordings between 1995's "4" (under the Moniker Mr. Chaos, in Detroit Michigan U.S.A.) through to 2002's "In Stereo" (with Add Lib Lounge, in Helsinki, Finland). There are also some glimpses here of 1997-9s "Mr. Chaos Trio" from Mid-Finland; 2000's Bahasa Mix, from Malaysia; and 2001's Jazz sessions from Helsinki (with the Black Tuesday Quartet); and 2004 activist bluegrass recordings against GW Bush's "No Child Left Behind" schooling initiative. I hope you enjoy it.
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Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
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Peak #535
Peak in subgenre #74
Author
John Hammink
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John Hammink
Uploaded
June 08, 2006
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MP3 1.3 MB • 128 kbps • 1:22
Story behind the song
1994-5 was a hell of a difficult year. I quit my band with a major label to do my own thing. Unfortunately this meant working long hours as one of Detroits' many unskilled (I was a cook and a mechanic) to finance the self release of my solo album. In my darkest moments I wondered if I'd make it to the next year, at least without burning out first.
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Come again staid yellow tears and take away the pain, Mind reset to zero and I'm hanging in the rain, Catalyst of worries de-evolving into blanks, At least at zero there is no fear no sorrow, less, no angst... Are my dreams concluded or am I $20 back? I'll have to gather them all up and put them in my sack. Come again, staid yellow tears, and take away the pain, I've so much time to worry, with so little, it seems to gain. I've grown up to the point now where I won't take certain things- an answer "no" flies firmly in my face like it had wings! I'm turning off this pain again, words running out of sight - will I this time next year be here or in eternal night? I ask you God that I may understand you in MY way, (like you know me and all of us DUMB humans and our play) I'd ask to swap some darkness for some of your infinite day, so I can color every mind I mesh with like a childhood holiday. Ann Arbor, Spring 1995
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