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When The Morning Comes (with Andy Gregory)
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Prog rock/classic rock song with vocal harmonies and a superb guitar break, courtesy of my oldest friend Andy Gregory.
songwriter musician producer nick snaden
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Singer-songwriter, musician, producer and engineer.
Hi, I've been writing songs since I was twelve years old, and recording them since 1985. Roger Cook (of the Cook-Greenaway-Cook songwriting partnership and Blue Mink, etc) once wrote that I have the ability to write a hit single and that he was waiting for one from me. He also said I need to 'lighten up a bit', unquote. F*ck that!
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Genre
Rock • Classic Rock
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Peak #2
Peak in subgenre #1
Author
Nick Snaden/Andy Gregory
Rights
Nick Snaden & Andy Gregory 1998
Uploaded
November 16, 2012
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MP3 11.7 MB • 320 kbps • 5:06
Story behind the song
Yet another song where I had a complete backing track and no ideas for a vocal melody. Andy came over and heard the backing track and found a superb melody for it. I laid down the rhythm and acoustic guitars to go with the sequenced backing, and Andy popped over a few days later to help with the lyric. (The verses were co-written and the chorus was written by me, for anyone who wants to know the full details.)
Lyrics
When the morning comes I'll be waiting for you As the sun comes rising up over the hill Watch the seagulls flying over the cliffs Catch the sea spray mist in the morning air Ocean laps my feet as they're warmed by the sand I hear the seagull's call from the air to the land Skies are blue and yes it's a wonderful day Nature comes to me and I hear what you say Something inside says it's real I'll follow the way that I feel How can it ever be Something so close to me That's always been just an Ideal I always thought it a dream At least that's just how it seemed So how can it ever be When nothing is ever free I'm out on the open sea Where no-one can hear my appeal They say that all good things must come to an end What a terrible waste of a wonderful friend Not a gift to abuse but a gift to behold There are some things we won't be told Trace the footsteps ebbing away with the tide Take a look at you and you're there by my side Pebbles worn away over ages of time Round in circles constantly turning Something inside says it's real I'll follow the way that I feel How can it ever be Something so close to me That's always been just an Ideal I always thought it a dream At least that's just how it seemed So how can it ever be When nothing is ever free I'm out on the open sea Where no-one can hear my appeal When the morning comes I'll be waiting for you As the Sun comes rising up over the hill Watch the seagulls flying over the cliffs Catch the seaspray mist in the morning air They say that all good things must come to an end What a terrible waste of a wonderful friend Not a gift to abuse but a gift to behold There are some things we won't be told See my ordeal Hear my appeal
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