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a song about a guy who critisizes everything but the man in the mirror
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Cotton- A blend of folk and alternative pop inspired by the likes of Peter Gabriel, Elliott Smith, and Jeremy Enigk. Acoustic guitars and piano lay a framewo
A blend of folk and alternative pop inspired by the likes of Peter Gabriel, Elliott Smith, and Jeremy Enigk, Cotton reminds one that melody can relay an emotional message all its own, enhanced by poignant lyrics of human relation, triumph and failure. For those who feel at home with introspective, rainy day melodies that trap just enough hope and pleading to draw the sun through the clouds, Cotton invites you to an engagement of music, melody and melancholy.
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Genre
Alternative • Alternative General
Charts
#18,957 today Peak #202
#5,977 in subgenre Peak #71
Author
cotton/jeff williams
Rights
2004 create records
Uploaded
March 08, 2005
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
You sit there and think you are pretty damn special. Somehow, you criticize every little inch of the person you wish to be with…..criticize them right out of the question. And somehow, every mirror in existence eludes you. “The story” is about this principle and the hope that self reflection and realization will cure Hollywood idealism.
Lyrics
Forever and some time, thieves run our way. If ever this road is untied, we both await. So hold your hands up high, there’s still the rain. To exchange your hopes and dreams, to change it all in the end. Even with this said, trembling hands and with them, a thousand stories unseen, and where is love in the end. Describe the perfect scene, oh how serene. But don’t look into the eyes, that dream that dream. There may be enough time to still parlay. To find you’re not the only…to find you are only…. Trapped within yourself. Held without being held. Cold from the make believe. Cold when the sun’s all around you But we are here Please leave hands, behind me. Or stay to make me see. The green though trees shade, and wind, only lovingly.
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