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Mark of Cain
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Somber, pretty song with an Americana flavor. Widespread Panic meets Wilco.
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Eclectic-electric-psychedelic-rock for the discerning Bohemian.
Alamantra's retrospective release "Alamantra By Turns" is now available as a digital download:
Song Info
Genre
Rock Rock General
Charts
Peak #257
Peak in subgenre #75
Author
Bobby Shiflett
Rights
2009
Uploaded
January 18, 2010
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 4:10
Story behind the song
Music and Lyrics: Bobby Shiflett Performed by: Bobby Shiflett: Vocals, Guitar; Andrew Reid: Bass; Guyton Sanders: Drums; Steve Casteel: Guitar; Ashley Hoefer: Percussion Recorded by Frank Pigott @ Studio 6: Birmingham, Al. Mastered by Channel Fuse Media, Memphis, Tennessee http://www.channelfusemedia.com/
Lyrics
Pt.1: Dreams of the hawk still haunt the summer sky This dying land is broken. The river has run dry. We wept for the days of bird and butterfly Long gone ...so long. All the people say, "Beware the Mark of Cain" They wouldn't dare to know your cares. They would not share your pain. Branded by a moment Destiny ordained. The sun must shine on. We will be amazed by a grace that can heal We will find a way to tell the world just how we feel We will find some days still unbroken by the wheel that turns All our days are numbered. The darkest paths we tread. The monster cannot slumber for his dreams in red. In the dawn, Able died. From the ground his blood cried. Long gone ...so long. We will be amazed by a grace that can heal We will find a way to tell the world just how we feel We will find some days still unbroken by the wheel that turns Pt.2: These dark frustrations... This bitter night.... You find her waiting. She's out of sight. She offers you her passion. She offers you delight. You can give it up ...give it up and say, "Goodnight" Through the looking glass You see the future in the past And wear a coat of color Going further than I can see Through the eyes of my Father who still loves me In this haunted land is a wanted man Looking for a favor ...looking to be free Through the looking glass You see the future in the past And wear a coat of color.
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