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Gola quique, sabes soy excuñado armando zebadua y oigo muchas veces esta cancion pornque ya no vivo en mexico, saludos y si me siiento asi a veces, en fin en horabuena para ti y tu familia
Not wrong robforrester but i liked it. I'm still listening to eno bill nelson etc.... But is brilliant for me seeing young people pick up on this inspiring music however they play it, and things i like about this include choice of material(!) slow build-up, whooshy looping sound blanket then the phrase/on keyboard; oh this is definitely warm jets right enough.....changes of texture, wave-like feel with all those effects; v nice + interesting. Am going to watch again, this time count how many pedals, try to estimate how many kilometres of cable used to create a "trippy" almost folky version of this classic. Slow-build lo-fi wall of sound like a reference to the original murky dirge clearing up as it goes along. The mix or balance pretty good, like i say you developed different textures. Great moment when the drums come in for example. Easy to criticise not doing it "right" but kudos for doing it/bravo. Wish you all the best.
J'adore, j'ai eu la chance d'aller trois fois dans ma vie aux US et là je ferme les yeux et j'y suis. Je suis Fan, continuez comme ça. Amicalement, Franck du Blog de Toulouse
I remember the time when my grandpa and I Would sit by the fire at night And I listened to stories of how he once lived By the glow of the kerosene light By the glow of the kerosene light He said Mom and Dad send me off to school Where I learned how to read and to write And they listened for hours As I read from my books By the glow of the kerosene light By the glow of the kerosene light Your grandma and I we were wed at 16 Lord she was a beautiful sight And proudly I placed the ring on her hand By the glow of the kerosene light By the glow of the kerosene light About one year later, your daddy was born And your grandma held my hand so tight OH I can't tell the joy as she brought forth new life By the glow of the kerosene light By the glow of the kerosene light But having her child, it did weaken her so She just wasn't up to the fight And she looked so peaceful she went to her rest By the glow of the kerosene light By the glow of the kerosene light Then as now the times they were hard To succeed you would try all your might And sometimes love bloomed and sometimes dreams die By the glow of the kerosene light By the glow of the kerosene light By the glow of the kerosene light
this is looking forward to the beauty of tomorrow...inclusion...the true melting pot. I don't understand why anyone wants to look in the rear view mirror when we were separated and hated. this is gorgeous...sound and sight
