Song somewhere in the Pink Floyd area style-wise. The first couple of minutes are more sounds and atmosphere than a song. The song kicks in at this point. Lead Guitar, Rhythm guitar, Vox and guitar fills by me, plus some Vocoder FX.
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Story behind the song
This is a song based on a poem ("Old Man") by my wife Sandra, and a Backing Track suggested to me by HalfBlindLefty at 12bar.de. I'd been looking for music for the poem for two years and it fitted the conventional second part of the backing track perfectly.
If anyone wants to hear a stunning piece of lead guitar listen to the collab version with HalfBlindLefty taking the lead playing from the end of verse 1.
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Lyrics
OLD MAN
He's bent to face the coming tide of life -
Heeds not the wind, still less the raging sea,
He stares with gull-blessed crags into the spray,
And never hears the cries of swooping shags.
I thought I saw a blink, a tear of foam,
Form in the sightless eye where puffins nest,
I thought I heard him moan unto the sky,
That he might be released and put to sleep.
But only screeching gulls, percussive tides
Accompany the winds relentless howl -
He's ever silent both within, without,
A respite from this fearsome lonely place.
He's bent to face the coming tide of life,
Leans hard upon his stick and feels his way,
That's only salt tears dampening his face,
The tide has long receded from his land.
© Sandra Patterson 28/02/2007
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