Title: Hymn for the Giant
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Composed by: Tomas Stark
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Musicians: Tomas
Stark - Roland SoundCanvas,
whistling, sound effects |
Description: Instrumental Piece |
Tomas says:
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This is a
tribute to the band we all love. I sat down one evening by the keyboard
with a church organ sound in the SoundCanvas and the result was this
composition made in less than 30 minutes. Sometimes things go smooth,
though I probably spent some additional 20-30 hours before the track was
completed with all instruments and sound effects.
Copyright © 2004
Tomas Stark. Used by permission. |
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Title: Birth
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Composed by: Tomas Stark, Lyrics by
Charbel El-Hani
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Musicians: Tomas Stark - Roland
SoundCanvas, vocals, sound effects |
Description: Vocal and
Instrumental Piece
Copyright © 2004
Tomas Stark and Charbel El-Hani. Used by permission. Email: pelletompa@yahoo.com
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Tomas says:
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I took the
challenge to compose a song based on a pre-written poem by O-R member
Charbel El-Hani. It took a while to figure out chord progressions and
melody. I had the poem written down on paper in the car and tried to sing
suitable melody lines while driving to work for several days. |
Charbel Says:
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This poem was written initially in portuguese a long time
ago, when I was making experiments with several images which
were repeated in different poems. One of these images was the
dog, which resulted from a cleavage of a human body... This
dog was also a kind of image of a demon, an evil side of an
otherwise complex human being... Then, I don't think of it as
a frightened dog. On the contrary, it is a very frightening
image. |
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Lyrics
BIRTH
In the house where there is no present, just past,
The dusky body suffered an irreversible cleavage.
The dog is free in the infinite space.
In the house that exists
In the presence and absence of each of us,
Half of me wanders,
Deprived of frontier and distance, stripped of codes and
hours,
But with excessive garment of too much sea...
The body once was the door of the soul.
The plains are infinite...
The plains are infinite...
And the dog sails.
The harlequin escaped through the labyrinth of dead leaves.
He is lost.
Harlequin...
Harlequin...
Harlequin...
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