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Early Morning Mist
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English lyricist working with dozens of composers and artists
I am a lyricist working with many composers and artists around the world and most frequently with 2 guys, Juri Rosenfeld and Mark Ellis who, although their styles are entirely different, are both extremely talented as musicians and composers, as well as producers. Along with these two, with whom I have written more than 50 songs....I have been most fortunate to collaborate with so many others that the list is almost endless but two very talented ladies spring to mind: Dawn Diamond and Amy Caldwell, who have not only both composed for my words but have also both are possessed of beautiful voices and have sung many, many times on songs I have written. There is no ONE genre I write for, since a lyricist has to be able to write for ANY category and I do, but one thing I try to be always, is honest in my work because when there is integrity, there is a way to relate to the song and if occasionally I meander into the poetic, it is because I am and always have been, since the age of 13 years, a poet...but that doesn't mean everything I write is flowery or full of metaphors...as I say, I strive always to be real and of course, most importantly, to be as unique as possible.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Pop Rock
Charts
Peak #62
Peak in subgenre #24
Uploaded
November 09, 2024
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB 192 kbps 2:53
Lyrics
In the blue grey morning mist before the birds have thought to rise I wander through the empty streets, a new world greets my sleepy eyes A ghostly silence greets my ears and dew-drenched morning strokes my skin I dare not break the virgin quiet, yet long to cause some soothing din. My feet tread slowly, rhythmic steps , as if with purpose on and on I try to blot out memories of brighter mornings long since gone A gentle breeze, stirs the air and wakes some paper from the street Which causes it to rise and fall, then rise again a haunted sheet That rustles like a whispered voice, I turn my head to make reply It seems to laugh and with a flounce it takes to flight and passes by Aghhhhhh! A strangled sob escapes my lips and icy tear rolls down my face I wonder what I'm doing here and suddenly increase my pace The street grows smaller, and up ahead, a corner waits in menacing pose What dreadful horrors lie round there, The fear within me grows and grows And in the swirling blue- grey mist ,I'm lost , and panic seizes me Then like some holy messenger a shaft of light comes suddenly. Yeahhhh! The street is just a street once more, I hear a waking sparrow call I see the new- born morning rise as night-time mist begins to fall I wonder at my foolish fears, and turn the corner easily And where the mist has disappeared my own world looks so good to me Yes! The new day looks so good to me Yes! The new day looks so good to me Yeah!
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