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After the Burning
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A little psych, a little folk & a little rock With speacial guest turns at stinging guitar solo & supreme tub thumpin' this is almost finsihed. The original up the middle distorted guitar has to be replicated & then...
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Folk rock meets blues rock whilst occassionally veering into psychedelic and prog rock.
Pygmy Beat: Terry Berman - vocals, sax, piano, flute, recorder & Catholic guilt; ray cochrane - basses, guitars, bad cello, percussion & Protestant longing; Roland - drums, percussion & digital watches; RAMI - occasional drums; Gerry Steele - frequent lead guitar solos; Greg Loyacano - frequent recent drums Pygmy Beat Augmented: Joe Mizzi - recent vocals Gerry Steele - lead guitar solos; Greg Loyacano - drums ray cochrane - basses, guitars, bad cello, percussion; Pygmy Beat Extended: Patricia Vogelenzang - vocals Erik - Drums & Percussion; Greg Loyacano - Drums & some guitars; Gerry Steele - most lead guitar solos; ray cochrane - basses, guitars, bad cello, percussion; Rob Green - vocals & lead - Listen Like Brian; Trudy Newell - vocals; Casey Wells - vocals. Miriam & I: Miriam Webb - vocals, arrangements & good cello. ray cochrane - bass, guitar, bad cello, percussion & arrangements. Roland - hand punched programmed drums. The Newlings: Eric Drabwell - vocals, guitars ray cochrane - bass, guitars, cello Bandi - drums
Song Info
Genre
Rock Folk Rock
Charts
Peak #80
Peak in subgenre #5
Author
Berman Cochrane
Rights
Cochrane Berman
Uploaded
December 05, 2007
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MP3 4.1 MB 128 kbps 4:28
Story behind the song
Initially the chord sequence was worked out in about '88. The lyrics were 1st drafted in Armidale in about '77. Terry added a melody in 2007 & recorded vocals in o=Oct of that year. Guest star turn guitar solo & drums to be revealed when they are happy with the mix.
Lyrics
After the Burning And the pain is everlasting, though I know it has no value. And I’d dearly like to hold you, but I know I’ll never reach out. And the darkness is my blanket, protection from the yearning. And the wheels wind down inside my head, No longer are they turning. And of promises never kept, come the lesson I keep learning. And my arms caress the lonely void of all that remains after the burning. And the sun is always shining, but I think it’s going nova. And I long to see the faces, through the fog that now surrounds me. And I feel no more the anguish, for the blood has ceased to flow there. And dancing circles with shadows, broken rhythm - never started. And the darkness is my consort, protection from the spurning. And the wheels wind down inside my head, no longer are they turning. And of promises never made, comes the crisis of returning. And my arms caress the lonely void of all that remains after the burning. And the darkness is my cover, it asks nought of things concerning. The wheels wind down inside my head, no longer are they turning. And of tears that were never wept, their sweet makers too discerning. And my arms caress the lonely void of all that remains after the burning. And I look down at my breath, I can see the mist that’s swirling. And my arms reach out for someone, though I know that I shan’t reach her. And the Fire is all consuming, yet I know it will not touch you. And the words cannot be written, for they no longer have a meaning… All that remains after the burning. Cochrane
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