151 tracks by Peter Fedofsky

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Working on a new record. Starting to post tracks in progress.
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As requested, here are the lyrics. On the night stand is a clock counting down the waning hours 'til the fiery fingers of the dawn come crawling through Burning eyes in morning sun the engine turns more slowly now driving down a silent…read more
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Here's the first track that I've written/recorded for RPM 2015.
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I'm starting record a batch of songs I've written for my next album, and here's one of 'em.
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I hardly ever cover songs, so this one was really fun to record. What a great little ditty, Macca!
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So, I realized that there are so many songs with the name Caroline in them, and I wanted one of my own. It's pretty simple and stripped down.
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There was a decision to be made to join our passions for each other and make a go of it, or go back to our simple lives.
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Our history was held in objects and places. We didn't realize as children that we were standing amongst the ashes of the loves of our ancestors. Still, we knew back then that love was possible and that we'd all move mountains for it.
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Love entered our lives. It was and always is deadly serious.
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And so, we all went back to our lives alone. Still, we dreamed and saw the beauty surrounding us. Still, the sun was pushing through the fog.
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Elation came as love moved within us and all around us. The cities we lived in hummed along with us.
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We walled ourselves in apartments and rooms away from each other. Random thoughts and mundane life was grinding us to a halt inside. Some days, we were tyrants, and some days we were saints.
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And we considered how the grass might be greener somewhere else or with someone else. Should we turn our backs on those who have helped us get this far?
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Dark dreams and long stretches of road separated us from our loved ones. We broke hearts and had our hearts handed to us in fragments. Win or lose it, in the soul, love is long.
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And in the end, if love doesn't work, or if the connections are missed, we keep on waiting for it and working for it.
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Once upon a rainy day, we were out in the farm fields waiting on the sun to break through the gloom. We arrived in this dark world naked and were washed clean waiting for the sun. Little darling, here it comes...
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Finally back to work with this latest album. It's a bit backward looking, but still swanky enough.
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Another track from my next record. I've been hopelessly addicted to alternate tunings again, so this one is a funky G tuning capoed into A.
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