Written by Caroline Davidson & Lisa Marie Glover.

Celebrating Lives, Making Memories and Leaving Legacies.

www.swansongproject.co.uk

The One Still Loving Me

Waitress

This is my tribute to my friend Mike, who didn't wear his seatbelt that fateful day and died much too young.

Gray Hair And A Cane

Stilte  ~  El Chi Marcus

hey dag stilte lieve vriend
wat ben ik blij dat jij me vindt
mag ik nog even bij jou zijn
want bij jou vind ik het fijn
oud genoeg nu voor verandering
zowel vanbinnen als herinnering ...
‘t is de stilte in mij die toch zo graag mee resoneert


IK HOU VAN
STILTE, STILTE, STILTE
IK HOU VAN STILTE
IK ZOEK DE
STILTE, STILTE, STILTE
IK VIND DE STILTE

hey dag stilte lieve spiegel
die mezelf heeft laten zien
je bent een leraar die nieuwe wijsheid geeft
je bent een kracht die ik zo eer
oud genoeg nu voor verandering
van binnenuit zoals ik zing...
‘t is de stilte in mij die toch zo graag mee resoneert

hey dag stilte warm deken
je bent er steeds zonder te smeken
als een raadsel zonder eind
vind ik het leuk dat je mij verwent
oud genoeg nu voor verandering
zowel vanbinnen als herinnering...
‘t is de stilte in mij die toch zo graag mee resoneert

Stilte

This is a complete remake of a song I wrote/recorded last week called "And So It Begins".  There were a fair number of things I didn't like about that composition, so I changed the lyrics, the tempo, the key, well pretty much everything,  This is a much stripped down version of that song.

Thrives In The Cold

Particles

About those dreams we have that often feel like they are not coming true.  A song both sad and hopeful.

Dreams

eu·troph·i·ca·tion

Composée en Mars 1997 suite à une rupture amoureuse.
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Composed in March 1997 following a romantic breakup.

En attendant nos retrouvailles

En attendant nos retrouvailles - While waiting for our reunion

She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.
She has me jumping so much, jumping high, double-Dutch, it’s a game that she plays.
There are no rules, there is no scheme. Only she knows what she means.
She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.
She often hides, and I’ll seek, and I try to compete, but she hides so very well.
She lets me slide to the ground, going round and round, like a carousel.
It’s never what it seems to be. It’s only obvious to her, not me. 
She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.

She’s playing games with me, she’s got me climbing trees,
She knows her way around the park.
She’s got the energy, she sees inside of me,
When she’s gone I’m in the dark. Maybe I’m the one who’s being played.

I know the way she is, I know and maybe this  
Is just a way I can continue.
When all is said and done, maybe I am the one, 
Maybe it’s not a game to her, or maybe I’m the one who’s being played.

She Flies A Kite

Midnight approaching
cannon thunders on
here in the highlands
where we shed our bones
caught in the crossfire
we try to stay warm
drink up your courage lads
with fathers and sons

Like geese in a grinder
huddled in dark rain
shot through the shoulder
curse through the pain
come another morning
as the band plays the song
charge across the fields lads
with fathers and sons

Haven't seen my wife in three years
lost her locket in the battle of Shiloh  
but she will carry me 
into the battle below 

My son lost his leg at 
Lee's victory of Chancellorsville
walking on homemade crutches now
he followed Lee across the Potomac
into Maryland  
Sweet Home Maryland  

Now we gear for battle at Gettysburg
let the blue dogs know 
the gray boys have come 
bringing sharpshooters and canons 
and fathers and sons 
(fathers and son)
(fathers and son)

Bang the drum slowly
for the long road that runs
close to the blood
that covers everyone
holding the line
till morning is come
buried in the meadows
fathers and sons

fathers and sons
fathers and sons
(fathers and sons
fathers and sons)

buried in the meadows
fathers and sons

fathers and sons
fathers and sons
fathers and sons
(fathers and sons)
fathers and sons
(fathers and sons)

buried in the meadows
fathers and sons

Gettysburg (Fathers And Sons) - Lyrics in description

J'ai commencé à écrire des musiques en 1996. Celles-ci sont restées en sommeil par manque de moyens techniques & économiques pour les produire. Aujourd'hui, je libère mes titres en respectant au maximum du standard -11LUFS ST ... Je n'ai pas envie de rendre les personnes sourdes. ;)
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I started writing music in 1996. It remained dormant due to lack of technical and economic means to produce it. Today, I release my titles while respecting the -11LUFS ST standard as much as possible... I don't want to make people deaf. ;)

En attendant nos retrouvailles - While waiting for our reunion

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