Orphans's listening history

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Standing, waiting, shivering, waiting, hoping, waiting, crying - all the while being cruelly mocked by the passage of time, and my analogue watch. It was not a very nice night. Peter Fedofsky plays the piano on this song. If you could…
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Self-consciously pet-soundsy guitar solo, a teen angsty lyric and an cappella ending and. Who say's I listen to too much Beach-Boys? Why don't we walk away while we still have the chance Why do we dance with blood upon our hands Messy…
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Over the weekend Reg had gone back to his home town where he come from and met up with a few of his friends from whey back when. He found that he seemed like stranger. He was sitting telling Elvis about his weekend. Elvis felt sorry for Reg because…
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.......if there not the one,should you keep looking, if so for how long...........well Reg threw Henwrench's music into the cellar and what bounced out was a song he wasn't suspecting.... Love me tender I've been alone now seems to long…
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Tweaked, remixed and mastered version of my 2011 RPM effort.
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Vocals: Tricia Dovidio Lyrics: Tricia Dovidio Composed by Tricia Dovidio Guitars: Mike Woodford Bass: Andy Gupta Drums: Stephen Smith Synthesizers: Steffen Offermann Arranged & mixed by Steffen Offermann…
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Guitars: Alina Yudaeva Composed, arranged & mixed by Steffen Offermann This never turned out like I wanted it to be because I could not find a real drummer and bassist for it. But at least Alina was kind enough to play the lead guitar…
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Vocals & Lyrics: Cristina Farias Acoustic Guitar: Dan Clancey Synth Strings: Billy Playle Synth Guitar & Bass: Steffen Offermann Arranged & mixed by Steffen Offermann ======================================= This (kind of) folk song…
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leaving the island Costello fingered his bow looking out his villa window grey morning sky giving way...clouds scattered by the sun to fishing boats painted on far off horizons a melody he offers in toast of their run of their run his boats…
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