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Steve IsonClouds Psychedelic folk

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Mellow acoustic

Music/lyrics Steve Ison

Song i recorded for a 1+1 competition at another site - and ended up liking the version as it is

Just like this earth seems my world keeps turning
Different moods spinning round and round
The sky is blue then the clouds start forming
and i fall like rain back to the ground

My growings much like the seasons changing
I flourish out when the weathers right
Then shrink like leaves when the winter's calling
Just waiting for the warm spring light

And sometimes i can feel so high
I'm flying like an arrow to the sun
And some days thats but a memory
Guess the whole of my life is never won..

Thoughts run wild like the wind that's blowing
Some soft and warm as a summer breeze
The air then turns and my mind starts flowing
to thoughts so cold that they could freeze..

And sometimes i can feel so high
I'm flying like an arrow to the sun
And some days thats but a memory
Guess the whole of my life is never won..

Doo-d-Doo-Doo-doo-doo Ahh-ahh x

Song Comments

Psyche Folk
1+1 entered into a comp at musesmuse.com-but i really like the version i've done here..

Earthscapes
refreshin' acoustic piece, pensive, poetic, bold...

Over The Moon
Great seasonal acoustic track - lovely feel to it.

FLOW
Mellow easy vibe,beautiful fingerpickin' golden vox its Flow

Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 1
For, be that samesake sibsubstitute of a hooky salmon, there's already a big rody ram lad at random on the premises of his haunt of the hungred bordles, as it is told me. Shop Illicit, flourishing like a lordmajor or a buaboabaybohm, litting flop a deadlop (aloose!) to lee but lifting a bennbranch a yardalong (Ivoeh!) the breezy side (for showm!), the height of Brew- ster's chimpney and as broad below as Phineas Barnum; humph- ing his share of the showthers is senken on him he's such a grandfallar, with a pocked wife in pickle that's a flyfire and three lice nittle clinkers, two twilling bugs and one midgit pucelle. And aither he cursed and recursed and was everseen doing what your fourfootlers saw or he was never done seeing what you cool- pigeons know, weep the clouds aboon for smiledown witnesses, and that'll do now about the fairyhees and the frailyshees.