A real joy to have Karin-Maria Brunner join me on this song. She has really done an amazing job with my basic track. My grateful thanks and deepest appreciation to you, Karin-Maria. (@user-53145152-479345033)
https://soundcloud.com/karin-maria-brunner
K-M: Epic pad, Vintage synthesiser strings, harp, violin, viola, cello, crash, bass, processing, mixing and mastering
Me: vocals, guitars, drums, keyboards
Promise Me (Brian Peters)
It's hard to believe
Takes courage of man to admit it
There's a memory within me
The sound of your name recalls it
We're living in days
Dancing too close to the heat
There's pockets of fires
Scattered all over the streets
*Promise me baby
You won't let another come between our love
Promise me baby
You won't imprison the dove*
They tied up the servant
They killed the messenger
Made a home explosive
Marked it ‘return to sender’
There’s a crack in the conscience
A finger of light in the skies
There’s bug on your telephone
Your windows are full of eyes
It’s the day of the aliens
Night of the UFOs
They took all the war brides
The baby boomer girls
There’s halls of illusion
Perverted sex on the screen
Young minds in confusion
Old men with adolescent dreams
The prophet is dishonoured
Especially in his own home
I’ve been reading Borges
Listening to Leonard Cohen
There’s sex on the telephone
A hundred iniquity dens
But the women are sexless
There are no real men
There’s blood on the doorposts
The angel of death is near
Speak softly, darling
Even the walls have ears
There’s a place in the hills
It’s like the top of Masada
It’s the gateway to paradise
Or the scene of a murder
Well, the world’s getting smaller
It’s like a one horse town
But the circle gets faster
As it spirals down
And the more things are changing
The more they are the same
And I sound like my daddy
I guess he felt the same
