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Bryn: bass, guitar, vocals, all production (unless stated otherwise). The artistic and creative ideas of a mediocre procrastinator.
My name is Bryn Smyth. I am a song writer, and I play guitar and bass (bass being my principle instrument). I mostly play rock, metal, funk and jazz, but able to play almost anything. I have a Cert IV, Diploma and Bachelor of Music Performance and Graduate Diploma of Secondary Education. This account is for my solo work and demos; for fun. Not currently in a band.
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Genre
Rock • Progressive Rock
Charts
Peak #246
Peak in subgenre #27
Author
B. Smyth
Rights
B. Smyth 2011
Uploaded
June 08, 2011
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MP3 5.6 MB • 128 kbps • 6:04
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"Lighthouse" B. Smyth Verse 1: How inert I feel in this atom Transmission is no longer working But I was granted seclusion To operate the lighthouse It's what I wish to do and be Who needs a companion? Chorus 1: There's no telephone in this lighthouse Nothing to account for a human soul The beacon gleams as the captain guides the ship away The beacon shows where I am but no one wants to see me Verse 2: The rocky shore suits me Keep a watchful eye on the coastline Lost count of these revolutions The boredom breaks Hooke's Law Cast a silhouette for my own amusement Not many would understand my situation Chorus 2: There's no telephone in this lighthouse Nothing to account for a human soul The beacon gleams as the captain guides the ship away The beacon shows where I am but no one wants to see me Bridge: Water pelts onto the shore My subliminal cries ingored Encased by sea and jaggered rocks With a light whose shine keeps them at bay Maybe the lighthouse isn't for me Verse 3: I'm surprised this crank is manual It makes the globe revolve I try to make it call the captain But it communicates to him, "keep away" Now, I'm no friend to myself And I need one before I belt up my jacket Chorus 3: There's no telephone in this lighthouse Nothing to account for a human soul The beacon gleams as the captain guides the ship away The beacon shows where I am but no one wants to see me The light burned out on purpose The captain negated turning port and starboard Now my would-be friends are choking Gasping for air in this wet mausoleum
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