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This 'true story' song was recorded in early July 2005 with 5 live guitar tracks, live bass, a drum loop, sequenced cymbals, 3 or 4 tracks of harmonies and lead vocal.
singer songwriter musician uk acoustic guitar cubase reason sheffield bass guitar doncaster al stravinsky voxengo brian delaney
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Touching, funny, serious, award-winning songs about life and love; all penned, played, arranged, sung, recorded and mixed by Al.
So he never existed... not really, as a real person. He made himself up one day in 1969 and lived a dual existence: half of him surviving on dead-end jobs, the other half believing that one day he would write at least one song that the world would remember. Now half of him is dead, and, as with all conjoined twins (without major surgery) that sentences both of them. It would be sad if it wasn't so pathetic. Fairy-tales always end this way... well not always, rarely... and this was rarely a fairy-tale; so there the similarities end: the ending was neither sad nor happy - it just... was. The enigmatic and tragic Jackson C Frank was a hero of his... now he emulates that frail and failed soul. Maybe in 40 years people will still say 'Al who?', much as they do today. That would be both a great epitaph, and a fitting legacy. Below is the page as he inexplicably and hurriedly left it: hot meal still on the table; knife and fork still in place and at the ready; the drink untouched in the bone china cup... ************************************************************* I now have an album: 'The sentence that I serve' available from CD baby. Click on this mini album cover to take you there: INVALID -- CDBABY INVALID INVALID INVALID INVALID for AL STRAVINSKY: The sentence that I serve -- It's on iTunes too, where the whole album or individual tracks can be downloaded in mp3 format: http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playListId=216015067 Thanks. I've been a professional musician for 24 years, and over 3000 gigs (I've stopped counting); always working, travelling, trying to make ends meet...nearly...if you could just hold these a minute please...er...thanks: my hands are now free so I can get on with actually (ironically) playing some music at last. I sing and play bass guitar and I play some acoustic/electric guitars also.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Pop Rock
Charts
Peak #1,448
Peak in subgenre #67
Author
Al Stravinsky
Uploaded
December 05, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 3:47
Story behind the song
This is a song about a casual meeting, based on a real event; about how chance, whims and romance can affect our lives; and once involved how we vainly try to control the outcome.
Lyrics
Verse 1 Here I sit...deep in thought...needing no-one... My coffee goes cold...the river shines...bridges, boats and streetlights... I'm deep in thought...my folded paper...read by the breeze...I close my eyes... I hold my breath - Chorus 1 You explode into my life in a blaze of hair and smiles, I jump and knock the table, spill the coffee on the paper And you say: 'Can I sit here a while?' Verse 2 I wake up...you dry your hair...look out at the river... You're deep in thought...I watch you breathe...you're beautiful... The curtain stirs...the open window lets in the city...you're beautiful... I close my eyes --- Chorus 2 You explode into my face in a blaze of hair and smiles, I forget myself, where I have to be, And who I am ,well who I used to be, And you say: 'Won't you hold me a while?'. Middle 8 But I must fly, a year goes by, and everyday I crave that day, Your smile, your laugh; a photograph can't duplicate the love we made: It germinates the seed of pain of losing that you planted in me. Everyday I sit and dream, and everyday I hone the scene. Verse 3 Here I sit...appearing to be deep in thought..my coffee goes cold... My faded paper not quite right...another river...another continent I move the paper...just so...now the breeze...to make...the magic work again... I close my eyes...all is still... Chorus 3 You explode into my mind in a blaze of hair and smiles, I jump and knock the table, worried faces blur together, Birds and buildings wheel above me, Spill the coffee on the paper, and my life, my life onto the pavement...
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