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Road Song For One
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First demo of a WIP. A true tale about my favourite songwriter
Tonedeaf Jnr. was born into a family of travelling midgets back in 1963, which fortunately coincided with the craze in building roller-coasters. You see that sign that says 'No-one below 3' 6" allowed on this ride'? That's Tonedeaf Snr's work, that is. He rode just about every new coaster built since '64 to check how low a ride's permissions could go before it started launching the occupants out across the park. That's actually how Snr. met Mrs. Deaf. She was trimming her beard over by the caravans when Snr. came flying through the air, narrowly avoiding a mid-air collision with Busted Bone Billy - who was practising his human cannonball act - and landed on the fortune teller's tent, who luckily had seen him coming in more ways than one and had evacuated to the strongman's arms. It was a right circus, but thereafter - and especially when young Tonedeaf started blowing his horn in public - everyone said it must have been fate.
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
Charts
Peak #11
Peak in subgenre #5
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October 25, 2017
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:26
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A Road Song for One Came a man, tall and lean Paints pictures with words, the like of which you’ve never seen Stories and vignettes, ballads and poems Deep as Confucius and as rich as Rome Yeah, deep as Confucius and rich as Rome Heroes and legends, characters that breathe They walk through the air and he makes you believe In the power and glory, the redemption of song But there’s something outside that just keeps moving along Yeah, there’s always something out there just keeps moving on He’s back on the stage, beneath the spot light Knowing that one day - maybe tonight He won’t see it coming, because it’s always out of sight And even the greatest can’t win their last fight He told of shadows deep in his chest A golden heart and a black poison battle in his breast His breathing is laboured, eyes swollen and scarred Even a blind man could see that the fight is too hard Yeah, a blind man could see that the fight’s much too hard He’s back on the stage, beneath the spot light Knowing that one day - maybe tonight He won’t see it coming, because it’s always out of sight And even the greatest can’t win their last fight “I came via Houston and from Georgia too Hot Southern jungles, and street corner blues I came via the girls, and the midnight deals gone wrong I came via every man who ever wrote a song Yeah, I came by every man who ever wrote a song” So he bade us farewell, though we’d only just met Friends, one and all, but you can’t share such debts “I won’t come again, it’s time I was gone It’ a road song, people, and I have to sing it alone Yeah, it’s a road song that I have to sing it alone” He’s back on the stage, beneath the spot light Knowing that one day - maybe tonight He won’t see it coming, because it’s always out of sight And even the greatest can’t win their last fight
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