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Crocodiles
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A song about hidden things, secrets, skeletons in closets.
joni mitchell
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Sometimes soft and melancholy, sometimes not..
I'm a a singer/songwriter originally from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. I've tinkered with many instruments but pretty much stick to piano and guitar. I've been a member here at Soundclick for about 20 years now, I have met some incredible people from all over the world. I have collaborated with a lot of different musicians in my time here, but most notably I have been working quite closely with Juri Rosenfeld aka Grand Jury. Juri is an utterly amazing composer, musician, arranger, producer from Finland. And I am thrilled to be working with him. Very often the lyricist for these songs is Dawn Sinclair an extremely talented and prolific writer from England. From time to time I have worked with other artists as well, most of whom I have met here on Soundclick. Another SC member, Tom Moore and I have worked closely together on many projects as well, including a 17 song Christmas CD. I absolutely love musical collaboration but have recently been trying to focus on completing some more of my own original compositions. Also check out the band Fractured Beauty, here on Soundclick another collaboration project featuring the talents of Bob Kingdon and others with a psychedelic vibe.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Dance-Pop
Author
Amy Caldwell, some arrangement by Luke Whittall
Rights
Amy Caldwell 1998
Uploaded
June 05, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB 128 kbps 2:54
Story behind the song
There are places deep inside us all that few others know...this song explores some of those places.
Lyrics
Hiding behind a face sheltered beneath disgrace whisper denial inside swept away into the tide cowered and leaning wounded and bleeding. Quiet and coddled ignored and bottled Up inside where the crocodiles hide beneath the bed and the closet door she forgot to close fills baby's soul with dread. Deep inside, where you search and find and you lose and find again. And my eyes sewn closed but the light peeks through and it's only pretend, only pretend. Don't forget the prayers do not run down the stairs smile, say pretty please fall down onto your knees Insanity's getaway 20 years, hell to pay aching and torn should've never been born Up inside where the crocodiles hide beneath the bed and the closet door she forgot to close fills baby's soul with dread. Deep inside where you search and find and you lose and find again and my eyes sewn closed but the light peeks through and it's only pretend, only pretend...
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dawnsinclair
Mar 20, 2008
Been meaning to come and rate this beauty...girl you pulled all the stops out with this one and proved what a superb songwriter you are as well as performer!!