Hi,
I've just finished this and I'd like to know what you guys and girls think.
This is about how random events and chance are what define our lives, not the decisions we make ourselves.
Original demo:
http://soundcloud.com/alan-walker-4/sad-marianneFinal Version:
http://soundcloud.com/alan-walker-4/sad-marianne-final-version Update: I've re-recorded this following advice from forum members. It's now shorter, sung in a higher key and I've added a little simple cello part. I'd love to get some feedback to see if I've improved it or not.
Do you ever think how things would be if you'd turned south
Instead of north on the fourth day of winter
The smallest change could re-arrange the picture
On your wall because after all
It's in the future
A small cafe, a coffee cup, you looked straight at me
We started there and parted here 5 years later
Another glance and circumstance would colour
Every day a different way
There'd be no other
There's a woman standing there I don't know her
She could be my lover, not a stranger
Left instead of right at the corner
Chance is the master saboteur
Chance is the master saboteur
If I'd come home my usual way I'd have missed you
Walking arm in arm along Clark street
With a man I didn't know, your dead eyed deceit
Came as a blow dead black crow
On the concrete
A line was down on my route strike of lightning
Stroke of luck good or bad can you tell me?
Like I said all along there's no guarantee
That what you plan, sad Marianne
You couldn't forsee
All I have and all I know is an illusion
Catherine wheel of chance dance of delusion
Happenstance, coincidence confusion
Soft scattered light, diffusion
Soft scattered light, diffusion
Cool water flows past your feet lazy evening
Clouds roll by summer sky daylight's leaving
Words you've said inside her head like an echo
Back and forth on broken strings
Solemn cello
You can't stop the flow of time it's like a north wind
Hold out your hands, make demands, it's for nothing
You're not to blame but just the same you're drifting
Out of reach towards the beach
Where years are waiting