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Wartime Lullaby
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The title says it all. Bring tissues for this one. (with Megan Irvine on violin)
acoustic folk gothic goth ethereal dark celtic pittsburgh between the waters
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Gloomy acoustic dark-folk cabaret plus traditional Celtic
Patricia Wake is a singing, songwriting, guitar playing, Sci-Fi/ Fantasy loving, ren-faire going, steampunk SCAdian goth chick fangirl. Patricia writes very serious songs (SRSLY) then presents them with irreverence and inappropriate laughter. Although her major musical influences include Leonard Cohen, P.J. Harvey, Kate Bush, Nick Cave, Tom Waits and Joni Mitchell, she is also influenced by way too much caffeine, crazy cat lady disorder, an obsession with speculative fiction, and a morbid fascination with the concept of entropy. Patricia currently offers two self recorded and handmade demo EPs, "I'll Have the Pathos With a Side of Angst", and "The Science of Fiction." She appears on Wrapped in the Guise of My Friend, a tribute to UK experimental music pioneers Attrition, and also on the upcoming cancer benefit compilation Electronic Saviors: Industrial Music to Cure Cancer. Of course, music doesn't pay the bills, so Patricia also creates costumery for her fellow chronically challenged clothing enthusiasts. You can hear her music at http://patriciawake.bandcamp.com, friend her on www.facebook.com/patriciawake, and buy stuff from her at www.patriciawake.etsy.com
Song Info
Charts
Peak #568
Peak in subgenre #90
Author
Patricia Wake
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Patricia Wake
Uploaded
August 19, 2008
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MP3
MP3 3.0 MB 128 kbps 3:17
Lyrics
Hush sweet my baby That’s only the thunder if thunder came from an airplane Your crying won’t wake the neighbors Nothing will wake them again Hush sweet my baby though Daddy lies in a big hole with the thousands and the doctor won’t come to see you He’s down in there with all of them And I hope you don’t remember this when you grow up I hope you don’t remember this when you grow up I hope you don’t remember this when you grow up but for now I just hope that you grow up Hush sweet my baby That’s only hard rain if rain had a trigger and the little holes in the walls let us see through outside and who’s there Hush sweet my baby It’s elephants on parade rolling through the streets and someday the soldiers will leave us So hush you my baby and sleep
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