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Sun Beneath The Ground
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This song is about not letting an opportunity for love slip by.
dreamy singersongwriter folk rock neofolk soft rock mystical
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Michael Dyer is a singer-songwriter whose songs contain well-crafted lyrics and multi-instrument arrangements. He is a master guitarist and his songs are about
I am a singer song-writer who has written folk-rock, soft blues and soft-rock songs for many years, mostly to maintain my own sanity. Then, in 2006 I discovered music editing software and the joy of DIY music production. The result is that, in 2007, I produced 3 CDs () and in 2008 (so far) I have produced 2 CDs (). I perform all vocals/harmonies and instruments (guitar rhythm/picking/lead, bass, keyboards, didgeridoo, harmonica) and produce percussion through careful use of drum loops. I have also composed some classical music for solo piano and also for solo guitar. The music and score of my solo guitar piece "Hummingbird in Flight" can be accessed at my web page (http://michaeldyermusic.com). That piece contains very rapid, chromatic finger movements and is reminiscent of Rimsky-Korsakov's "Flight of the Bumblebee" but my real love is composing and arranging folk/rock/blues/pop songs. I am also a glass blower on the side and so my glass creations tend to appear on the front/back covers of some of my CDs. My CDs are available at CDBaby.com, iTunes, Amazon.com and other web sites.
Song Info
Genre
Rock Folk Rock
Charts
Peak #1,627
Peak in subgenre #88
Author
Michael Dyer
Rights
2006
Uploaded
May 18, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.5 MB 128 kbps 2:40
Lyrics
Our daydreams are slipping by, and the night must follow soon. Some drops of life lie frozen, in the shadows of the moon. The time of twilight’s drawing closer, closer to our doom. And when it’s us you’ve finally found, I fear the sun will be, beneath the ground. Time is of the essence, you need a love to tend, Or in your time you’ll never know, just why it had to end. And when you wake you will have found, The sun’s beneath the ground, beneath the ground. All life is made of hopes and dreams. These are the magic hours. But time, with creeping crystals, will replace our noontime flowers. What if hope has lost its mystic power, to keep us going when all’s gone sour? Then when it’s us we’ve finally found, I fear the sun will be, beneath the ground. I need you here with me right now, my day dreams need not end. With our bodies right beside our souls, there’ll be love to defend. Let’s fight for time that we have left, that’s left for us to spend. Or when it’s us we’ve finally found, The sun will be beneath the ground.
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