Upbeat, with a nicely ambiguous lyric in the chorus.
Written and performed by Ross Harding. Produced by Michael at Rofl Audio, Nottingham.
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Had a verse that I liked and eventually came up with a catchy chorus that fitted.
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Though I fell far from the tree, I find my feet, hit the street/ And walk around, the ghost town, where we mourn the sun as it's going down, down, down/ I wander past the meeting places/ airs and graces/ shining faces/ And here am I, shuffling by, do I live at all, or do I die, die, die/ And the seven winds blow/ All around my ghost/ And what you don't know/ Is that I move with you, and all the things you are/ As you stumble on, stumble on my star/ I love the way, I love the way you are/ So stumble on, stumble on my star/ I don't care for playing games, casting blames, or calling names/ Here I stand/ Fluid man/ I do my best to understand, stand, stand/ I am one and one with all, so make your call, build your wall/ I am good/ In the neighbourhood/ I do my thing, and I bleed my blood, blood, blood/ The seven winds blow.....
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