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I'll Go On
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A bittersweet love-gone wrong song with strong vocals, guitar and lyrical violin
violin jazzrockfusion
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The early stuff: psychedelic artsy rock. The later stuff: high energy jazz/rock/fusion with lots of inspired ensemble interplay and improvisational soloing
We broke up in 1974, but had our first album produced in 2001 when World in Sound, a small label operating from Schwetzingen, Germany, found us after hearing a 45 rpm single we releaased in 1971. Since then, we have released "fred" and "Notes on a Picnic", and "live at the bitter end", recorded in New York City in the summer of 1974, and released March 20, 2004. George Graham, long time Disk Jockey for WVIA-FM in Wilkes-Barre, PA, had these kind words in his review of music released in 2003 about "Notes on a Picnic": "The Best Archaeological Find Award goes to three CDs released for the first time in 2003 of material dating back decades. One was the Willie Nelson demo sessions, another was the live recording by the famous Bloomfield-Kooper Super Session band recorded live at the Fillmore East in December 1968, and the other was a regional gem by the Lewisburg, PA, based art-rock band Fred, called Notes on a Picnic, recorded in the mid 1970s but never released until now, thanks to the interest by a European collectors label." http://georgegraham.com/reviews/gdgawd03.html
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Genre
Rock Rock General
Charts
#33,616 today Peak #311
#13,086 in subgenre Peak #41
Author
DeCristopher/Rose/Price/Rosenberg
Rights
fred 1972, WIS 2001
Uploaded
November 16, 2003
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MP3 4.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
We wanted to do a blues based song, came up with a riff and a bridge, and Gary gave us some lyrics.
Lyrics
Sell me in the market, sell me in the store, I'll go on. I'll perform like a charm dog, perform like a wind up alarm. The sun won't go down, and you'll find yourself turning around and the ground floor will be underground. Sell me short. Sell me tall. I'll scarcely be started when you know you can't reason at all, cause my face falls. My ears have dropped lower, the sound can't get by, and my eyeballs have moved from their pits to your thighs. And then scream and then wail and then pray for rain; nothing can stop me once you choose out my name I could have told you the product before we began but you'd not thought me more than a plug in toy man Now see what you've started, and guess where I'll end: look for home.
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