kenbob

Sunday Song

The weather's cold, the ocean rolls, amend, my friend,
The Sabbath calls your haunted soul, defend, my friend,
And while we're here, the storm does veer, above, my love,
I've led astray your fathers way, defend, my friend

And nothing ever happens on a Sunday

Now i've seen crimes, that twist the mind and more, besides,
But abstinence of life on Sabbath times, wont cure the mind,

Nothing ever happens on a Sunday

Nothing ever happens, the day we take our grace,
Nothing ever happens on a Sunday.


A song i wrote in about 98. the recorded version is on myspace at:
http://www.myspace.com/kennethcampbellgilchrist

theres a few more on there if anyone's interested

Aremthis

I really liked these lyrics! Especially "The Storm does veer above, my love"

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earthman buck

Wow. Those were really good. Nice job.

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ABE_LINCON

these aren't bad at all.
i really love your voice, but there are a few parts in this particular song where i think you should work on your pitch control (this is the pot calling the kettle black by the way, but you're much better at it than i am, and i hate seeing people fall just short of something great)

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kenbob

cheers folks! the song was recorded in a huge rush in someones shed for free, so i was bit shy about asking for more takes! hopefully doing a new recording of some stuff in feb at stow college glasgow. should be better quality. im working on a coupla new songs at the moment, ill post the lyrics when finished (Hopefully soon, but im usually hellish slow at finishing stuff!)