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What Did I Gain By Losing You?
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PSYCHOLITERATE NEW WAVE ROCK
new wave indie rock britp
Psycholiterate New Wave Rock
Flashback to 1999: Young piano virtuoso Gordon Hunter is on scholarship at the Guildhall School of Music in his native England. A double major in performance and composition, he is already being hailed as modern classical music’s next “big thing.” It was quite the surprise, then, that in his first solo piano recital, he departed from his anticipated program of Chopin Etudes by launching into a free-form jazz improvisation based on several Chopin motifs. Gordy’s behavior grew more eccentric, as he began to embrace rock, soul, and particularly 80’s new wave music, incorporating stylistic elements of all into his compositions, which were now deemed highly controversial. Fast forward to present day: Gordon Hunter is still the same precocious, rebellious youth, only now he has a few new tricks up his sleeves. Upon dropping out of college in 2001, Hunter relocated to the States, settling in Hartford, CT, where he soon became proficient at guitar, bass, and a wide array of synthesizers. It was in Hartford that Hunter formed Gordon Hunter & the Wandering Rocks, a unique mix of performance art, catchy retro new wave rock stylings, and interpretive literature. Based on a series of vignettes written by Hunter in which he envisions himself as a middle-aged man in the midst of a midlife crisis, the band, which features the always charismatic Hunter on several instruments as well as lead vocals, provides the musical backdrop to this piece of interpretive literature. However, you don’t need an English degree to appreciate Gordon Hunter & The Wandering Rocks; the well-crafted, danceable songs are instantly memorable and the sheer uniqueness of the stage show is enough to provoke any music lover’s interest.
Song Info
Genre
Alternative Brit Pop
Charts
Peak #70
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Gordon Hunter & The Wandering Rocks
Rights
2004
Uploaded
June 28, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 4.3 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Her waiting eyes were themselves weighted with a burden of guilt, but intertwined with an honest intention. He could see that; it made the pain even more unbearable. The life he had spent countless days fantasising had burst into nothing: Jane Hunter was never meant to be more than a reoccurring dream character. In dreams the two shared a flat, meager but furnished with their silent and utter understanding, growing young in each other's company. Till death do us part. The softly curious eyes that once drew him in were the same weighty eyes that terminated this dream: quite a paradox this love is. -I've changed. . .It's not your fault at all. Freeze frame. She was more beautiful and pure in this time of heartbreak and transgression, perpetual windblown hair, ageless skin. Mental photograph: A memory of a girl once so dear to me. It'll pass in time. Time heals all wounds, so they say. First week or so unbearable, then gradually human adaptability triumphs. Recounting past mistakes now; any words of reparation that may revert this inevitable. . .Naught. The point of no return. -I'll always remember what we had. I am truly thankful to have spent so much time with you, I really am. It's just not the right time right now. . .maybe someday....who knows? Hope springs eternal. Better to cling to irrational hope than crush the spirit. Is it? Crushing of spirit is a one-time affair. Hope is little more than a series of disappointments balanced by a masochist desire for even more. Reading my face for cues now; nodding. -I daresay I am happy to talk with you this way, but I am happy you aren't cross. Take care of yourself, Gordy. No more exposures left; memory banks full. Just as well, better get used to her departure. Drudge up idiosyncrasies that drove me nutty. Her constant biting of her nails---a dreadful habit indeed. Always confused at the cinema: Gordy, was that the bloke from act 1? Why has he grown so cross? Gone now. Jane Caffrey, free for all the world. But was once mine. A taste of honey's worse than none at all. . .
Lyrics
I feel your presence in the morning air breathing I see your shadow in the noon sun seething through my skin cant shake you off my mind the way you laughed upon that windy hill echoed down a symphony oh how I miss the sound sweetest sin cant shake you off my mind as the scenery flies by I try to catch it all but no matter how I try its all forgettable what did I gain by losing you? I taste her lips when im awake at night a touch of honey I hear her whispers as the clock ticks kind of funny how I cant shake her off my mind the joyless days chase each other unrepentant through this haze for her id serve a life sentence paint me blue cant shake her off my mind
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