Vacant Chair (with Janice) - 04/14/17 03:50 PM
Vacant Chair (with Janice)
This is an old song I wrote & thought only family would relate to.
Since getting up & running with BiaB I`ve rewritten and revived a few old songs and with a couple of simple changes, figured this one was ready for a wider audience.
Over the last year I`ve listened to Janice singing many different songs and enjoyed them all, but hadn`t heard her sing a really sad one. Listening to her beautiful interpretation of this has been a highlight of the year for me...and working with Bud, who suggested and processed the piano track and gave excellent feedback on the mix, a pleasure.
We hope you enjoy our collaboration!
Key=Bb , Tempo 90, Length (m:s)=4:37
2 bar intro, 98 bar chorus, from bar 3 to bar 100. Repeat x1 chorus
Melody has 1425 notes, Melody harmony is < no harmony >(0)
No Soloist track.
Song is saved with Volume, Pan, Reverb, Chorus, Bank0,
Song is saved with bar changes for Volume Changes,
Style is M_CPOPSL.STY (Slow Country Pop w/ Piano )
RT 1856 Cello
RT 2773 Harp
MIDI SuperTracks in style: 1887:Piano, Solo-Accompaniment CountryPopJohn Ev 085
Vacant Chair
there`s a path through the autumn woods
his footsteps turned from
a song I can almost hear
a girl had begun
in the evening I still see her
collecting stones and questions from the air
to throw into the silent pool
around a vacant chair
who is wearing all the big shoes
taken from the closet
why are wedding photographs
in a box under the bed
that man said he`s in a better place
but I saw I heard the piper`s air
walking to tree seventeen
across town from a vacant chair
sometimes I go back to the old house
to look at fading pictures
blow the dust from the shadows
chase the grey from his hair
when the RCA radio plays Waltzing Matilda
I am dancing with my daddy
and there is no vacant chair
and wallpaper swallows
still fly toward the windows
his grey hat by the door
is dripping with cold rain
in the evening I still see her
singing her song her heart to repair
as long as sweet smoke lingers
above a vacant chair
sometimes I go back to the old house
to look at fading pictures
blow the dust from the shadows
chase the grey from his hair
when the RCA radio plays Waltzing Matilda
I am dancing with my daddy
and there is no vacant chair
dancing dancing with my daddy
dancing with my daddy
© Robert Cordrey May 1995
This is an old song I wrote & thought only family would relate to.
Since getting up & running with BiaB I`ve rewritten and revived a few old songs and with a couple of simple changes, figured this one was ready for a wider audience.
Over the last year I`ve listened to Janice singing many different songs and enjoyed them all, but hadn`t heard her sing a really sad one. Listening to her beautiful interpretation of this has been a highlight of the year for me...and working with Bud, who suggested and processed the piano track and gave excellent feedback on the mix, a pleasure.
We hope you enjoy our collaboration!
Key=Bb , Tempo 90, Length (m:s)=4:37
2 bar intro, 98 bar chorus, from bar 3 to bar 100. Repeat x1 chorus
Melody has 1425 notes, Melody harmony is < no harmony >(0)
No Soloist track.
Song is saved with Volume, Pan, Reverb, Chorus, Bank0,
Song is saved with bar changes for Volume Changes,
Style is M_CPOPSL.STY (Slow Country Pop w/ Piano )
RT 1856 Cello
RT 2773 Harp
MIDI SuperTracks in style: 1887:Piano, Solo-Accompaniment CountryPopJohn Ev 085
Vacant Chair
there`s a path through the autumn woods
his footsteps turned from
a song I can almost hear
a girl had begun
in the evening I still see her
collecting stones and questions from the air
to throw into the silent pool
around a vacant chair
who is wearing all the big shoes
taken from the closet
why are wedding photographs
in a box under the bed
that man said he`s in a better place
but I saw I heard the piper`s air
walking to tree seventeen
across town from a vacant chair
sometimes I go back to the old house
to look at fading pictures
blow the dust from the shadows
chase the grey from his hair
when the RCA radio plays Waltzing Matilda
I am dancing with my daddy
and there is no vacant chair
and wallpaper swallows
still fly toward the windows
his grey hat by the door
is dripping with cold rain
in the evening I still see her
singing her song her heart to repair
as long as sweet smoke lingers
above a vacant chair
sometimes I go back to the old house
to look at fading pictures
blow the dust from the shadows
chase the grey from his hair
when the RCA radio plays Waltzing Matilda
I am dancing with my daddy
and there is no vacant chair
dancing dancing with my daddy
dancing with my daddy
© Robert Cordrey May 1995
