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| Lyric Credits: |
Sam Cooper, Ray Tarantino |
| Music Credits: |
Sam Cooper, Ray Tarantino |
| Producer Credits: |
Ray Tarantino |
| Publisher Credits: |
Jerricat Music (SESAC), Ray Tarantino |
| Performance Credits: |
Ray Tarantino (vocals), studio session players |
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Short Song Description:
Our deep pondering into several mythological characters.
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Long Song Description:
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Story Behind the Song:
Ray's version here is on his CD, "Good Things Will Happen".
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| Song Length |
4:58 |
| Primary Genre |
Folk-Americana |
| Tempo / Feel |
Unique-Avant garde |
| Tempo / Feel |
Very Slow (Under 70) |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject Matter 1 |
Existence |
| Subject Matter 2 |
Life |
| Mood 1 |
Composed |
| Mood 2 |
Cool |
| Similar Artist 1 |
Bob Dylan |
| Similar Artist 2 |
Neil Diamond |
| Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
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SILVER LINE
By Ray Tarantino and Sam Cooper ©2012
718-300-8511 ray@raytarantino.com 615-469-4067 jericat@yahoo.com
Atlas, how heavy is the world on your shoulders tonight?
Is it heavier than all the thoughts on your turbulent mind?
If I could carry your burden, would you carry mine?
Does the beauty of your dream defeat it's decline?
Echo, how does it feel to be trapped in the stone,
Are you forced to repeat lies with your incorruptible tone?
What would you trade if I gave you a voice of your own?,
Would you define the thoughts on your mind, what would you condone?
But a storm is on this earth,
And my life is not a myth,
So I trace the towering darkness of a cloud,
With the shine of a silver line.
Achilles, how sharp is the blade of the sword that you wield?
Does it make feel you can battle without bearing a shield?
If I crafted boots that fit you, would you strike a deal?
How do you know that a prince won't shoot at your heel?
But a storm is on this earth,
And my life is not a myth,
So I trace the towering darkness of a cloud,
With the shine of a silver line.
Cupid, do you retrieve the arrows you cast?
How do you feel when you witness that a love doesn't last?
What if I sliced every failure out of your past?
Would it feel like the good that you've done hasn't faded too fast?
But a storm is on this earth,
And my life is not a myth,
So I trace the towering darkness of a cloud,
With the shine of a silver line.
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