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Shadowy lyrics,sweet Byrds-like harmonies & keen REM-like counter melodies aplenty from transplanted Englishman, and former Roger McGuinn sideman; a little bit
Shadowy lyrics,sweet harmonies & keen counter melodies aplenty from transplanted Englishman, and former Roger McGuinn sideman; a little bit UK and a little bit USA. If REM hailed from Armthorpe rather than Athens, they might sound a little like this. Maybe not.
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Genre
Rock • Folk Rock
Charts
Peak #308
Peak in subgenre #28
Author
Steve Robinson
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Steve Robinson BMI
Uploaded
September 10, 2007
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:31
Story behind the song
My mum passed away several years ago, but she's still very much with us . My sister and I still talk ,laugh, and celebrate her in almost every conversation we have. It keeps her alive, in a way. Like all parents, she had her favourite phrases and sayings that were always at the ready. Whenever I'd complain, even after detailed direction from her, that something I was frantically searching for couldn't possibly be found, she'd often march over , immediately find the item in question (usually from right in front of my nose) and holding it aloft would snap "What's this---Scotch mist?", usually followed up with the deadly finisher--"You don't have the brains you were born with!". Classic.(I mention this in a hopeful attempt to demystify the third verse!) When we were little children, and it was time for us to go upstairs to bed, she'd always say to us--"Come on--up the wooden hill to blanket fair". It's an old English rhyme of sorts, and I always loved it(the wooden hill being the staircase, of course). Here, I found a way to work it into a song of remembrance.
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Forget, forgive The house where we lived Is not looking very well Here it stands an empty shell But the spirit is here Don't you know it's all around? Precious, she was Don't cry, because Though it seems she went away And you find it hard to take Don't you know she's still here Don't you know she's all around? I see her every time I close my eyes I can't believe how much I need her in my life (Off to blanket fair) Don't you know she's all around? (Up the wooden hill) "What's this...Scotch mist? You don't have the brains you were born with" Now it's time to get upstairs Up the wooden hill for prayers 'Cause you know that she'll hear Don't you know she's all around? I see her every time I close my eyes I can't believe how much we need her in our lives (Off to blanket fair) Don't you know she's all around? (Up the wooden hill) (Un)even-stevens all at odds I'm all at sea, I hope to God you're listening Up the wooden hill Under covers Up the wooden hill
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