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Remains of the Day
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(03:46) A richly atmospheric tribute to the transcendence of memory over matter.
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Female-fronted atmospheric alternative music somewhere in the vein of dream pop, ethereal and neoprogressive rock.
Blood Ruby is Thomas Wall (guitar, bass, keyboards, programming, engineering), Cynthia Conrad (vocals, guitar), and Margaret Browning (bass, guitar, keyboards, vocals). Together, Blood Ruby creates a unique brand of atmospheric alternative music somewhere in the vein of dream pop, ethereal and neoprogressive rock.
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Genre
Alternative • Alternative General
Charts
Peak #164
Peak in subgenre #54
Author
Cynthia Conrad, Margaret Browning, and Thomas Wall
Rights
2004 Blood Ruby
Uploaded
February 10, 2004
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This is a Rubified version of a song originally written by Cynthia for the acoustic guitar. The band's arrangement features spooky keyboard, bass and guitar touches by Thomas and Margaret, along with spacious harmonizing backing vocals by Margaret. One of the most "representative" songs of the band's style.
Lyrics
Ghost at the gate Why don't we go Over the lay of the land? Memories fade, But I can feel them Wade through the sun and the shade. Who owns the hills and lakes When they're just a thought, Remains of the day? See how the landscape changed Till it's gone, it's lost, But surely you know the way. Glossy and glazed, Summer's sweet hold Carries us far and away. Lost in a haze, Green and golden Out in the fields where we played. Who owns the hills and lakes When they're just a thought, Remains of the day? See how the landscape changed Till it's gone, it's lost, But surely you know the way. Can't go home again; I close my eyes and Follow the path to the place. Keeping it safe, I can be there Lost in a world time erased. Who owns the hills and lakes When they're just a thought, Remains of the day? See how the landscape changed Till it's gone, it's lost, But surely you know the way. Lyrics © 2003 Cynthia Conrad
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