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Under The Canopy
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A folky acoustic number with mournful violin, tone poetry and wistful melancholy.
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The music is original, creative and from the heart. I hope you have as much fun listening as I had making it. Thanks for tuning in. Keep fighting the good fig
'Perfusion' is the moniker for this one-man musical juggernaut. I record all of my own material in the basement, after the kids are asleep! One track has a female backing vocal but all the rest is just l'il ol me. About 2/3 of the songs were done using Studio One - 3 and ProTools computer based software and the others on the Boss BR 1180 free-standing workstation. In 2015 and 2016, string orchestra pieces I wrote were features in the season with the Turtle Creek Chamber Orchestra. In 2011 I was honored to receive the Janesville Arts Council People's Choice Award for Outstanding CD/Song for "I Married the Prom Queen"...
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
Charts
#3,550 today Peak #47
#1,357 in subgenre Peak #14
Author
Mitchell A Kopnick
Rights
2012
Uploaded
July 10, 2012
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MP3 10.5 MB • 320 kbps • 4:36
Lyrics
Under The Canopy There's a reason the roots spread under the canopy, There's a reason the river runs to the sea, Jasmine looks up to the sky as she grows, And the colors are brighter in yesterday's dream And the old man whisper, This road that always lead to the pasture, Winds just a little bit more every Fall, The faces that stare at us carved in the rock, The starling whose longing he heard in her call, And the old man beckons, Three noisy boards in the wrap around porch, Three rusty nails he never drove home, He envies a mountain that never grows tired, That guards the horizon standing alone. Jasmine came home for a weekend last spring, Blue as the hyacinth, bright as the sun, Knowing from were cometh laughter and truth, And they watched the horizon and came in from the cold, And the old man teases.
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