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Missing Douglas
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For fans of Douglas Adams and Hitchhiker's Guide.
melodic jazz ambient female saxophone dark sax
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Jim-n-Lisa play electronic, acoustic, world/new age, jazz, rock, and other styles; sometimes, all at once.
I'm not going to blow smoke up your nether regions, pretending to be some other person saying how great Jim-n-Lisa are. Originality and high quality productions are important to us. Please judge for yourself. We hope you find something enjoyable. Hi, I'm Jim. This music is created in my computer based studio. I play electric, acoustic, and bass guitars, keyboards, flute, saxes, Wx7 wind controller, electronic drums, and I've been doing some singing of late. The performance/recording technique is improvisational and mostly recorded in real time, one track at a time by me. Lisa sings and creates most of her own vocal melodies and harmony lines. Thanks for listening, - Jim
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Avant Rock
Charts
Peak #345
Peak in subgenre #21
Author
Jim-n-Lisa
Rights
2005
Uploaded
July 20, 2006
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MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 4:57
Story behind the song
The untimely death of Douglas Adams left me quite sad. His stories and his perspective became integral to my psyche at a young age. I got the chance to talk with him once about his time with Dr. Who and other things. He was as warm and friendly a person as one could want. I am so glad a friend took the picture.
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He must be, floating in the air, Exactly the same way bricks don't, Sippin' on a really fine, Steaming hot cup of tea, We're talking Brownian motion fit for a king, Laughing with the great prophet Zarquon, As Hotblack Desiato takes the stage. Missing you, Douglas, Missing you, Douglas. Flying the Heart Of Gold, To the places in your mind, I hope you knew what you meant to us, If we'd only had more time ... If we'd only had more time ... If we'd only had more time ... Missing you, Douglas, Missing you, Douglas, For the rest of my days. The tempo of this song is 42, It had to be for you Douglas. {bad alien poetry} Off rettle grump bug Leigh, Thyme ick turd rations are tomby, Asp lured all gamble blot chits, An' allure Jeb B. Grew up high, imp lore theme, I phunt enter lingue drums, And who pushes Leigh, drank all me, With green tea bin dull word lulls, Or I'll rent the Nth a gob of warts, With my blur gull crunchin', Sea of eye, don't!! {/bad alien poetry} Missing you, Douglas, For the rest of my days.
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