Where do feelings come from? (Dance Lullaby Version)
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The Dance/Lullabye version of “Where do feelings come from?”.
I’ve been wanting to use Raven’s musical backing for awhile now and just got around it to it.
Thanks to Saint Elijah Childrens Choir as well for beautiful Choral samples!
A nod & a wink also to Johnny Sockhead,Loveshadow,essesq,
Radiotimes,Kaer Trouz,Fireproof Babies & the other Mixters who did a version of my lyric.
Where do feelings come from?
Do they come from above?
Are they made by Christmas angels
Or little devils on parole?
Are we all but martyrs
Or do we have a hand
In shaping our decisions?
Can we make an honest stand?
Are there tiny fairies in the toy-shop
Of our minds…
Fabricating stories to tie to our behinds?
Like cats with bells on tails tied
We clamor and we wail…
The pangs of conscience clothe us
In numbing coats of mail.
Where do feelings come from?
Are they dished out from on high?
Why do some taste so bad…
And others sweet as apple pie?
Can we trade them in for a model
Shiny, new and neat…
Or must we just like Marley,
Drag those chains about our feet?
I’ve been wanting to use Raven’s musical backing for awhile now and just got around it to it.
Thanks to Saint Elijah Childrens Choir as well for beautiful Choral samples!
A nod & a wink also to Johnny Sockhead,Loveshadow,essesq,
Radiotimes,Kaer Trouz,Fireproof Babies & the other Mixters who did a version of my lyric.
Where do feelings come from?
Do they come from above?
Are they made by Christmas angels
Or little devils on parole?
Are we all but martyrs
Or do we have a hand
In shaping our decisions?
Can we make an honest stand?
Are there tiny fairies in the toy-shop
Of our minds…
Fabricating stories to tie to our behinds?
Like cats with bells on tails tied
We clamor and we wail…
The pangs of conscience clothe us
In numbing coats of mail.
Where do feelings come from?
Are they dished out from on high?
Why do some taste so bad…
And others sweet as apple pie?
Can we trade them in for a model
Shiny, new and neat…
Or must we just like Marley,
Drag those chains about our feet?