Story Behind The Song
bored of my own style, i one day pretended to be another writer I knew. I began with an energy and speed unlike I would naturally do, and that got me rolling.
Song Description
Harmonically interesting and rhythmically robust, this track progresses and grows in size. It is Poppy in hook, romantic in lyric, with beautiful changes, it might fall at the more progressive end of alternative pop
| Song Length |
4:17 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative, Pop - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Content, In High Spirits |
Subject |
Philosophy, Hope |
| Similar Artists |
Crowded House, The Beatles |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Long Shot
When I'm finally buried, and over me
Sweet April rings her rain-drenched hair
Don't drown yourself in consternation,
No need to fear.
Cast your mind among the swallows,
It's the lay of England, the evening air,
Chasing over hills and hollows,
I will be there.
It's a long shot in the pitch black,
A long shot in the pitch black,
A long shot, but I've hit on
The right track.
I'll show you all the places I love,
The images of natures flare,
Crystaline in changing season,
I will be there.
It's a long shot in the pitch black,
A long shot in the pitch black,
A long shot, but I've hit on,
The right track.
So it's alright,
I don't mind.
When I'm finally buried, and over me
Sweet April rings her rain-drenched hair
Don't drown yourself in consternation,
I will be here.
It's a long shot in the pitch black,
A long shot in the pitch black,
A long shot, but I've hit on
The right track.
It's a long shot, but I've hit on
The right track.