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Sandra Sits in the Station
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A song about the contemplation of time and change.
electronica indie smooth jazz piano classical instrumental new age film
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Electronica, New Age, Smooth Jazz and some Classical.
Hard to place my music in one category. It is a mixture of Electronica, New Age, Smooth Jazz and even some Classical.
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Genre
Jazz • Jazz General
Charts
Peak #14
Peak in subgenre #4
Author
Larry Ludwick
Rights
2011
Uploaded
August 11, 2011
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MP3 19.1 MB • 320 kbps • 8:21
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Sandra sits alone in the station The light has a dim neon glow The room is hollow with echoes As travelers come and they go. She sighs – how it once was so easy To smile and banish small care – An image as someone peels an apple, Split to the core if you dare. Image vanished in the smoke of the past Times currents blow the first and the last Station clock strikes, the hour is passing, Sounds like a church bell is tolling. Sandra strikes a match to start smoking She knows she should not anymore Smells the sulfur and sees shadows that flicker Blows it out, drops it to the floor. Image vanished in the smoke of the past Times currents blow the first and the last Minutes dancing in the wake of the hour Each lost as a wave strikes the shore. Someone asks if she’s lost or she’s waiting She trusts no one, she just turns away Was a time she would smile and would answer When she was so naive and so gay. Sandra once filled with laughter and magic She loved and was loved in return Family, friends and mysterious strangers Now ashes in her mantelpiece urn. Image vanished in the smoke of the past Times currents blow the first and the last Dust to dust and scattered in sunshine Through the fingers grasping at air. (Break) Then a voice both coarse and familiar, Dear, I know you’ve been waiting so long That’s no matter, she said in a whisper I’ve been sitting and writing a song Of how the past is like a vapor How time is like a wind coming on Of the sounds and smells of this station How the travelers have come and have gone. Of how the past is just like a vapor How time is like a wind coming on Of the sounds and smells of this station How travelers have come and have gone.
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Pidgeman
Sep 20, 2011
This gave me goosebumps Larry. Nothing more to say than that. Craig
Ascenzion - Al Massey
Aug 12, 2011
Exceptional musicality. Really enjoyed your performance