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from the 2004 mini-album 'Snapshot'
acoustic livelooping aaamusic
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"fine rock musicianship" - Music Eye; "cracking album right up my street"- Folk Pilot #thirteenmoons
"James Hollingsworth plays a darn mean acoustic guitar and knows his way inventively around his pedals. He's an energetic and animated front man and has a fine set of vocal chords. His music was one of the weekends highlights." - Andy Read Winters End Festival James has always impressed us with his thoughtful & lyrical songs. Superb singing & delicate guitar work make for a captivating performance. - Seend Acoustic Fascinating one man band James Hollingsworth conjures some wonderful soundscapes with guitar effects and loops to create colour and build the suspense. - Somerset Guardian if you want to see someone who really knows how to use a 'looper' check this man out... EPIC!! - www.songdiner.co.uk Hypnotic groove munching guitar space freakouts plus glorious songwriting within........ A one man orchestra, a sonic soundscape, the beats, the bangs and overall....... the songs www.wunderbar.co.uk
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Author
James Hollingsworth
Rights
James Hollingsworth
Uploaded
June 22, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 4:54
Lyrics
No more will I take pleasure, in the little things I will scatter James, to the Four Winds. No more will I take notice of, and play along With an easy heart, untroubled games It's true I never saw this was coming But I knew that in my heart, it would be harder Than nothing I had ever conceived And all I could do was to sing: Goodbye to the life, never say farewell to you Cruel Fate wields the knife, cut off from all that I do And it gets harder, the further that I go And it won't be long, 'til I'm always wrong And I sing my Swansong to you No more will I be crying in the wilderness But you'll never guess, where I'll be intead No more will I be laughing, In the face of all Like I'll never fall, looking blind... but I'll see The act was a logical conclusion 'til I bowed out from my stage, without leaving yours Struck dumb without any cards to play And without any will left to sing: Goodbye to the life, you know I can't call out to you Resigned to the knife, to the root from which I grew Can it prune harder? Or deeper than I knew? Seemed to take so long, to get back home And sing my Swansong to you.
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