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heylittleworld
- Germany
- Last Record: 2010-07-16 10:55:27 -1000
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A song about someone getting older and looking back.
Lyrics
Up in the attic is a faded photograph
of your wedding day
that's the way time goes these days
Out of your window is an unfamiliar scene
You remember when it was all empty and green
You remember when people said
exactly what they meant
You remember when a spade was called a spade
You remember when the universe felt young
and so did you
You remember when your love was fresh and new
Down in the basement is a box of broken dreams
Promises pulled apart, torn at the seams
Phantoms and ransoms you picked up along the way
In a life lived right, that's the price you've got to pay
You remember when people said exactly what they meant
You remember when a spade was called a spade
You remember when the universe felt young and so did you
You remember when your love was fresh and new
You remember when people said exactly what they meant
You remember when a spade was called a spade
You remember when the things you held onto were owned, not lent
You remember when the people you loved stayed
Work in progress. Still a bit raw and maybe too long.
Let me know what you think.
This is the low-res version. The high-res version for REmixing purposes can be downloaded here: http://hitrecord.org/records/279925 Here's a video REmix of aszarkowski's "tiny story: cigarettes (a REmix)" which was a REmix of "Tiny Story: Cigarettes"by MadisenMusic. A huge round of thanks to all those that contributed voice overs on the fly at my REquest a little while ago. All of them were so wonderful, unique, and funny. LilacAmy11's reading just so happened to fit into the way I had crafted the video REsources. I'd love to see and hear others' REmixes of this Tiny Story. On a side note, I just have to say that RECharged's scream is one of the funniest sounds ever.
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