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The long journey into Mourning
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Progressive / alternative. Fastest track so far. Combining 12-string guitar and mandolin with storytelling, progressive elements.
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Schumacher's progressive music styles - Progressive, Celtic, Acoustic.
Schumacher's music embraces a wide range of musical styles - a true blend of Progressive Rock, Celtic, and classical music arrangements. We try to make people feel, to capture and reflect emotion, and help others as their lives are touched by both good and bad. Our success is not our sales, but the comments listeners leave about how a song touched their hearts. Check out "The Snake in the Grass" or "The Buffalo Dance" for a snapshot of the band's acoustic-progressive work.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #547
Peak in subgenre #67
Author
A. Schumacher
Rights
A. Schumacher
Uploaded
June 01, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.5 MB 128 kbps 6:00
Story behind the song
Interpretation of dreams.
Lyrics
Love bears all things. concours all things believes all things believes all things hopes all things, endures all things, lover never ends Oh my god I'm trapped, and I can't go back, no matter how hard I will try. No use in climbing that ladder, now what's the matter, can't we just freeze a bit of time the Sunlight hurting my eyes as I look up to make out the edge of my own rabbit hole Maybe if I could reach the outer rim, but then I better stay here, best to wait for someone to eventually walk by and look down to get me out of here. This place is dark, feel claustrophobic, too smothered to scream Someone please hear, please come awake me. Ok, come on, let's not panic, there's gotta be a way I'm certain how I can get out, Maybe retrace the steps of this odissey bound for disenchantment there is little doubt walking, part crawling, paranoia sprawling, despair will be falling on my prison self-built. Maybe if I could reach the outer rim, but then I better stay here, best to wait for someone to eventually walk by and look down to get me out of here. This place is dark, so claustrophobic, cold sweat on me, I can't help myself, I just wanna scream. Oh hush, wake up and breathe. it's all right, I won't leave You've been having a nightmare, that you couldn't wake from. That's right all those dreams, they come and they're gone. I feel like I'm just gonna snap, and that is a fact, no point in hiding it now. the diary is approaching the last page so rapidly words fleeing the page, non-sensical flow. a thunderous climax is brewing with anticipation, yet nothing will show. Maybe if I could reach the outer rim, but then I better stay here, best to wait for someone to eventually walk by and look down to get me out of here. This place is dark, so claustrophobic, cold sweat on me, I can't help myself, I just wanna scream. A muffled voice now shuffles closer, delivers a solemn reproach, what are you doing here? and as I contemplate an answer, shadows of doubt distorting the light's radiant sphere. What are you looking for pity, or justice or mercy or plainly an end to it all? The grip of those shackles grows tighter with each passing moment you choose to procrastinate, dear. stamping that one-way ticket, wallow in smug understanding of whoever dares. offering pats on the back, but nobody cares. Oh hush, wake up and breathe. it's all right, relax, I won't leave You've been having a nightmare, that you couldn't wake from. That's right all those dreams, they come and they're gone. I think it's time to wake up, at least an attempt to summon what's left of my strength. the walls closing in on my comfortable exile,the journey though hard contemplated at length in order to move on I must face those demons that harness my mind and make it bow to their will. The grip of their shackles grows tighter with each passing moment I choose to procrastinate in fear. Their muffled voices so close now, delivering the verdict of whatever you're doing here. exhausted the scapegoats, the loopholes, the rainchecks, the pathetic indifference I shield myself in. the chance to recover is there, no matter how slim. ...how slim....soo slim....
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