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While You Slept
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Matthew Scott -- Synthesizers, piano, bass, drums, choir director; John Pfeifer -- Music/lyrics, vocals, guitar synth ("sax")
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An amalgam of anything that passes thru one ear and out the other -- see our Interview page for details.
In our music, you'll hopefully find everything -- rock, orchestral, trip-hop, spacey/ambient, whatever -- most times all in one tune!! Mwah-ha-ha.... We follow no labels, guidelines, trends -- we write what we feel at any given moment; industrial one moment, folk the next. You might hear smatterings of Floyd/Waters/Gilmour, a touch of Mike Nesmith, some Metheny, maybe even some Vangelis or 80's pop, classic rock, sheer noise, Air, Terje Rypdal, and if you really stretch in order to make us seem more relevant to the times, maybe some of The Shins, Sigur Ros, etc. Basically anything that makes a noise can inspire us.
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Peak #33
Peak in subgenre #2
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John Pfeifer
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John Pfeifer
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October 02, 2022
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MP3 3.3 MB 128 kbps 3:38
Story behind the song
A particularly and atypically hateful/bitter, yet cathartic, tune about a college affair. This is one of those "It's totally written but has been hanging around in limbo for 10 years" tunes, coming within a millimeter to being added to a live setlist in '92 or '93 right before that particular band broke up. Most credit should go to Matt for making an arrangement around a cool piano sound, especially where there's some quirky rhythms ("I know it's in 4/4, but I refuse to put any emphasis on '1'!") and tempo-changes ("Hey, pardon me while I all-of-a-sudden throw in a totally unrelated tempo..." -- just like "Sensitive Sequence," which was written about the same time and also almost got played once). Plus, he made me realize some good did come from '80's music (like the drums and the kind-of-Quarterflash-ness) -- so we didn't get around to it until after the millenium, so what?
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So, at last we finally stand apart from where we stood; turns out how it ended bad was really good. You might expect some slight remorse, to see my heart tied up in knots; but it's hard to say I'm hurting when I'm not. Don't feel bad that I don't think of you, since it seemed to piss you off when I did. Don't expect to hear my voice again, unless I'm laughing when I hear you hit the skids. Given time I have matured and faced the blatant fact that your opinions were so painfully acute. Please don't mind if I don't care to keep abreast of your new life amongst the band of fools who find your words astute. Do you feel threatened by your memories, like I was by the lame company you kept? Pay no mind to any love you had or the hate I often felt --while you slept-- I talked to you most often --while you slept-- Communication was easy --while you slept-- I felt the most compassion you could show. --while you slept-- Love had a different meaning --while you slept-- I'd act out flights of fancy --while you slept-- I'd often brush away the thought of you... So, at last we finally stand apart from where we stood; for this pair of fools, conclusion was forgone. How to pass this faded torch? Regret could be a choice. But it's hard to say I'm sorry...
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