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Lingering Spirit G Harp and vox
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backing for this was done on a G harp while reading the lyric then sung on. Harp on a neck hanger makes a good writing partner
been there virgin sand ou
Strictly a demos only performer <br />Jam at live gigs sometimes and have a whole lotta fun doing it
I am writer, and general Mister Nice Guy. I am not a performer but manage to squeak out stuff good enough for others to hear and do better with. Lucky for you lot. I get a few other people to sing and play some of my stuff. I do make Karaoke tracks of my songs and perform them every Saturday night, trotting twix the two local pubs that do karaoke. I have a whole heap more fun than doing covers all the time. Most weeks having at least one new song to try out on the punters. Have seven recorded and getting airplay. And not only on my show Roar Radio either. Backing music for Born To Be Blue is now on a video showing the Esperance service providers. Out soon. More later.
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Vocals
Charts
Peak #2,648
Peak in subgenre #329
Author
Graham Henderson
Rights
Graham Henderson APRA
Uploaded
July 11, 2003
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MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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LINGERING SPIRIT ©Graham Henderson 2001 She sits at the window. That faces the sea. A yellow pet dog. Held on her knee. She scans the line. ‘Tween the sea and sky. The quickness of dark. Brings fear to her eye. For, somewhere out there. Her lover toils. As storm clouds thicken. And, wild sea boils. And, ‘though, she knows he’s. Good at his task. The fear, in her heart. Her face can’t mask. She worries the ear, of the dog, in her plight. As she keeps her vigil. throughout the night. Then in the morning. In front of a gale. She sees on the water. A white patch of sail. And slowly the fear, of the night leaves her face. Leaving only relief. And love, in its place. Instrumental This scene is repeated. Throughout the years. In a house that is home to. A woman’s fears. Storms that bring. Deep fear to her heart. Slowly are breaking. Her sanct’ry apart. Stone and mortar. Putty, clay. Are with each storm. Washed, unseen away. To.flow in streams. To swirl ‘round and ‘round. And then, to settle, back into, the ground. And, stock now stand. Warm, in the lea. Of a wall, with a window. Facing the sea.
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