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The 'Summer' Of 1816
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A Neo-Goth instrumental with the voice of Vincent Price supplying suitably haunting words. The words are part of the poem, 'Hymn To Intellectual Beauty', written by Percy Bysshe Shelley in 1816.
poetry goth moody sombre
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Pop/Rock, Psychedelic, Ambient, Rhythm & Blues and beyond.
Major Snagg is the invented name of the 'band' that perform all my own musical creations. (songs and instrumentals). I play guitars, bass, rudimentary keyboards, harmonica, and sing. Melody has always been important to me... lyrics and guitar solos have to say or communicate something. I create musical worlds that I hope that you dear listener, will also want to explore and live in for a few moments...or longer if you feel that way inclined.
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Goth Rock
Charts
#39 in subgenre Peak #3
Charts
Peak #29
Author
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Rights
original artist ?
Uploaded
December 03, 2024
Track Files
MP3
MP3 7.0 MB • 320 kbps • 3:03
Lossless
WAV 30.8 MB
Meta Data
Samples
Yes, contains samples or splices
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Story behind the song
1816 was a year without a Summer. Due to a gigantic volcanic eruption in the Far East, the world experienced a 'Volcanic Winter'... manifest in a Summer of constantly overcast, cloudy skies, rain, un-seasonably low temperatures and snow, A very gloomy and 'Goth' atmosphere.
Lyrics
Hymn To Intellectual Beauty by Percy Bysshe Shelley. (1816) (lines taken from this poem, are not in the original order of the poem) The day becomes more solemn and serene when noon is past. ...whate'er, these words cannot express... While yet a boy, I sought for ghosts, and sped through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, and starlight wood. With fearful steps pursuing hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed; I was not heard; I saw them not; When musing deeply on the lot of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing. All vital things that wake to bring news of birds and blossoming, Sudden ... thy shadow fell on me; I shrieked ... and clasped my hands in ecstasy! I vowed that I would dedicate my powers to thee and thine: have I not kept the vow? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours, .... Each from his voiceless grave .... [ Instrumental interlude ] While yet a boy, I sought for ghosts. The day becomes more solemn and serene when noon is past. Whom, spirit fair, thy spells did bind to fear himself.
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rodrica
Jan 09
Ooooh yes...this is brilliant!! What a great atmosphere! Vincent Price is the perfect addition. And the story behind the song is captivating.
davidabriggs
Jan 02
I've re-mixed this one with the volume of the vocals reduced. I haven't uploaded it yet.
steveweyman
Dec 07, 2024
How do you come up with these ideas? ! Love how you use samples on some of your tracks. Using Vincent price for this is genius and perfect for the great instrumental piece . Very creative !