A weird duet with gothic influences.
written and performed by A.Hietala
Introducing Katja Hietala on vocals
Copyright: Creative Commons.Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported
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I wrote this hastily early 2016 for a song contest for ballads. It did pretty well in spite of how odd and creepy the recording became. The hardest thing with this was to get Mrs to do half the vocals. Was worth it though.
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Come back home, my sweet love
Come back home, my sweet love
We'll play house once more
Tell me, what could go wrong?
Come back home, my sweet love
Give me your overcoat
Let all your worries go
We'll keep the lights down low
I've got the pistols warm
The ropes all fine, well sown
Come back home, my sweet love
I'll warm the stove for you
I've got the burning coil
and robes to keep us warm
Come back home, my sweet love
We'll play house once more
(Play house once more)
I won't be back, my love
All that we had was wrong
Though I love you more and more
I won't come back, my love
I know your guns are cold
Your stories (have) gotten old
The rope don't fit my throat
I won't come back, my love
come back home, my sweet love/I won't be back, my love
give me your overcoat/I'll keep my clothes all on
let all your worries go/ I have no worries, so I'll
we'll keep the lights down low/ keep away from your door
I've got the pistols warm/I know your guns are cold
The rope's all fine, well sown/ Your stories (have) gotten old
Come back home, my sweet love/The rope don't fit my throat
I'll warm the stove for you/I won't come back, my love
Play house with you
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