Hi All,
Here's something new - this is called
Charlottesville.
The sun sinks low in Charlottesville
On an evil August night
You can smell the citronella
You can see it burning bright
The fear is rising slowly
From the windows up above
You can almost hear the footsteps
And their words have run amok
The sun comes up in Charlottesville
There's a new day ahead
You can see the strangers gather
You can almost feel the dread
The streets are filling slowly
From the first light of the day
You can read the printed signposts
And the flags now on display
The sun comes up in Charlottesville
In the middle of the day
You can see the monsters prowling
You can smell the pepper spray
The crowd is in slow motion
From the blinding metal weather
You can see the flowers scatter
And the tears upon the heather
The sun sinks low in Charlottesville
On a somber August night
You can see the shadows running
You can feel their vile delight
The house is in disorder
From the streets and all around
You can hear the voices singing
And the rising of this town
The sun sinks low in Charlottesville
The sun sinks low in Charlottesville
The sun sinks low in Charlottesville
The sun sinks low in Charlottesville
The sun comes up in Charlottesville
The sun comes up in Charlottesville
The sun comes up in Charlottesville
All BIAB Tracks:
1253: Bass, Electric, PopShiningHeld Ev 120
1262: Piano, Acoustic, Rhythm Ev 120
634: Guitar, Electric, Rhythm PopAmericanMuted Ev 120
RealDrums: MetalSlowTomGroove: a: Toms, b: Busy Toms
As always, thanks for listening.
Bob
Dansk
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