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The Wind
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Guitar driven rock referring to Hurricanes and Wind
rock blues driving stormy
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World & Modern rhythms, distinctive and expressive vocals, indie rock to Afro-Caribbean, Soundtrack, Electronica and Classic Country
I am a songwriter. Whenever I am strongly moved I get a song. They come lyric and melody, a verse or chorus with imagined instrumentation I can never quite reproduce. I used to bring my songs to the band, start singing with my clumsy guitar or keyboard playing outlines and the band would fill in the colors, bringing the song to life. These days I am crafting my songs myself, using the amazing assortment of audio interfaces and plug-ins to create intriguing stories in sound. Imagining the tracks supporting the mood or emotion of a scene or creating the excitement to support action in a game.
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Alternative General
Charts
Peak #162
Peak in subgenre #27
Author
Madeline Preisner
Rights
1988, Madeline Preisner
Uploaded
August 11, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:15
Story behind the song
Every year there is a hurricane season. Pictures of floods, newscasters standing in the rain. The wind always blows in ahead of the storm clouds. Where I live the wind picks up in the afternoon almost all year, bending the palm trees like they are all pointing the way. A sailor will ask you to point to show the direction of the wind. They will expect you to point to where the wind is coming from. I refuse. I will point my finger the way the wind is blowing and say "the wind is blowing that way". But i will point my boat according to where the wind is blowing from
Lyrics
The Wind Forty days and forty nights it seems like its been rainin now the clouds are pilin up its comin down again. and just when you think its done and the sun will come again you see the clouds on the horizon and up blows the wind I see the wind is blowin that way, everything is pointin to it trees bend and everything wavin to the wind--this way The sky is grey most every day the rain is pourin down puddles rise up everywhere, they're lyin' all around and just when you think its gone and the sky will clear again you hear that whooshin sound and the howlin begins You know the wind is blowin that way, because everything is pointin to it branches across the sky, wavin the wind --good-bye Once in every long time, comes along a hurricane big winds a howlin, sweepin through your brain Thunder and lightening, crashing all around through the crack and rumble you still can hear the sound solo The wind keeps blowin in the clouds and the rain keeps pourin down water, water everywhere you cant see the ground you see the wind is blowin that way, you see everything is pointing to it you know how its goin to go, everything is gonna blow I hear the wind, howlin
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