A long song call Reversions. A bad recording unfortunately. Too much treble and the microphone was not working well. Recorded around 1985. Again just the guitarist and I. I wrote the lyrics and we both wrote the music. He sang and played two guitar parts including some great lead guitar, just making it up as he went along. I played bass and keyboards. Don't remember what we did for the drum track. Nothing fancy.
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Some of the lyrics for this song:
Smoking guns and bloody knives
Count to five then take a dive
The ground is soft you might not die
Now's your chance to learn to fly.
Too much pressure, its building up
And somethings got to give
All the sights and all the sounds
Its driving me insane.
Grinning faces with empty minds
A manical smile
Enigmas confuse you
The tie that binds
You’re all machines marching single file
Now raise your hands and curse the sky
It doesn’t help, you’ll all still die
Winds of change blow across the land
What is new and bought and sold
Winter gardens of frozen fruit
Tossed on boxes of dry cleaned suits
Please hold her tight and fly with the wind
They don’t know, but its got to end
Your children are playing their secret games
Singing the songs and reciting the names
Rituals forgotten but passed on down
Adults miss the meaning of a childhood frown