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Flower Stand
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"Then the lightning filled the air, walls of fire everywhere..." An unusual anti-war song, about nano-robotic warfare - the silent killing things.
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(to hear all our songs click on GoToTheMusicPage then on Hi-Fi) Dan (front) and David (standing) perform thoughtful original songs in an acoustic and bass guitar format with harmony vocals. This page has songs written by Dan, who played 12 and 6 string guitar, banjo, and keyboard. David played bass guitar and drum machine. Dan sang lead vocals, both shared the harmony, and David produced/engineered. Original lyrics are on the Music page (or click the "full" links). Songs are all copyright C by Dan Raymer. For some excellent songs written by David, check out Silvertown.
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Charts
Peak #21
Peak in subgenre #5
Author
Daniel P. Raymer
Rights
2005
Uploaded
November 27, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 2.0 MB 128 kbps 2:10
Story behind the song
It wrote itself on a train ride across the fields of Germany. For the whole story, see the book Living In The Future by Dan Raymer (www.aircraftdesign.com/livingfuture.html)
Lyrics
In the middle of a field near a laughing silver stream Stood a flower made of captured sun. And it stood throughout the day not a single thing to say And it never bothered anyone. Then they built a factory town and the concrete hid the ground And the flower couldn't find the sky The air was painted gray, the raindrops couldn't play And the laughing silver stream went dry. Men came there every day making weapons, steel and gray And they never got to see the sky In the thunder and the noise building deadly grownup toys They weren't allowed to wonder why. Then the lightning filled the air, walls of fire everywhere With the sounding of his wings came the silent killing things By the coming of the dawn all the men were gone. In the middle of a field broken concrete twisted steel But a tiny trickle wets the clay By the misty morning light rusty litter of the fight But a flower stands to greet the day. Copyright C 2005 by D. Raymer. All Rights Reserved
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