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There is a Strange Incompleteness Without You
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RETRO slow falsetto foot-tapper for those with no realetto
beatles ballads retro mccartney musical sixties retro songs songsinabottle
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RETRO pop songs --- from another millennium and another galaxy.
My name's Pete. from Birmingham in UK-land. Nice to meet you ! I made a lot of very varied popsongs in the pre-digital age. I say they're McCartneyish, as I don't know how to categorize them. Allsorts. The description I use is RETRO I'm really a songwriter who wants others to perform these songs. So please bear that in mind as you grimace at my efforts to be acceptable. I'm especially concerned to write good lyrics, and if you do ever give some time to my stuff, I hope you will click to the lyrics and read those also. They don't come easy, you know. I'm plonking my songs here to give them a home, in the hope you might think they're not too bad. In fact, in the hope that you'll snap them up and I'll become an instant overnight megastar multi-millionaire. But failing that, I hope that you just like them. And if you do like one - I'd especially like it if you told me so. We all need strokes, eh ? Cheers ! Pete Songs-in-a-Bottle
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Pop • Dance-Pop
Author
Pete of Songs in a Bottle
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Pete of Songs in a Bottle
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April 22, 2009
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:09
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bits and pieces, fragmentation overall disorientation unfulfilment something shocking jigsaw-pieces not interlocking I swear to all those gods above it's true that there is a strange incompleteness without you windows broken and unmending all at sea and at a loose ending like a twin without a brother only one half, lacking another I swear to all those gods above it's true that there is a strange inompleteness without you I'm a mannequin standing undressed I'm a button remaining unpressed I'm a pallette of oil-paint with only a deep Prussian blue like a teapot with no spout on like a soapbox no-one will shout on like a needle-eye unthreaded or a bird that's lost where it's headed I swear to all those gods above it's true that there is a strange incompleteness without you like a keyboard with no keys on or a nose with nothing to sneeze on like a number with no factors or a Shakespeare play with no actors I swear to all those gods above it's true that there is a strange incompleteness without you Im a cola without any fizz I'm a gee with no following wizz I'm a shoelace that's knotted so tightly it will not undo lika a brussel with no sprouting or a tile without any grouting like a jet that's got no hissing patently there's something that's missing I swear to all those gods above it's true that there is a strange incompleteness without you
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