What can I say? Fires on the northern sky and other mystical elements. Microphone the T.Bone sc450 usb, bare recording, nothing added. If you don't sway when listening, then try to catch the rhythm, editorial comment.
Northern Sky
Dm7/ C/ G/
Nothing is real, you say
And I can hear the sway
Of the big trees in the shadow
We fly high we ride low
So we dig deep in the center
Anybody needs a good carpenter
Nothing goes as planned
These pictures should be canned
Always I come back to you
Wading like the marabou
You know what is good
This ain't willow this is wood
You shine like a star of the north
Pulling me out and pushing forth
I'm still looking for the truth
You say it's part of the youth
Flashing lights all so futile
Covers widely something fragile
What remains is true like stone
Dust covered ancient throne
So you say it's time for sleep
We are digging hard and deep
My tired bones are aching
The last seal soon be braking
Companions are friends together
No need for tar and feather
You give me power mystical
I assume it's all natural
The time is getting short
It's better look to the north
And raise your collar high
There might be lights tonight
© 2010 Arvid Poem
u need to buy a metronome :/
gavrjdodd 1 year ago
@gavrjdodd Thanks for the advice. Everyday something clicks just its own place.
arvidmr 1 year ago
Often a language barrier can be a problem - but in your case it's a bonus... :- )
5/5*
wooddragon45 1 year ago
@wooddragon45 Maybe we can thought the language as a tool, which can be used many ways and many purposes. My way to use it is to describe feelings of an aging man, feelings that begin to live in the songs, but that purpose thing is little difficult for me to answer. Thanks for supportive comment.
arvidmr 1 year ago
Once again the lyrics and song are hauntingly honest and beautiful,
catanddave 1 year ago
@catanddave I do my best to be honest and the beauty dwells behind your kind comment. Thank you.
arvidmr 1 year ago