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Reborn

from Begin Again by Iain Clarke

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The second part of the 'overture' if you like before the 'story' begins. Here I'm casting back on everything existential that crossed my mind in hospital in the days after the attack. The lyrics were thrashed out in a stream of consciousness session when I returned home. Sat in the garden I just let the pen go without thinking and the edited results for this came later.

In terms of the production, I wanted to throw every sixties and mod indie trick in the book at this; horns, sitars, heavy guitars, thumping drums and whirly pianos all competing for space as the lyrics fight for air, pretty much as the contusion of the lyrics adds into the tale.

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So you stand upon the edge, my boy
And what have you to show?
All the years you thought would lie ahead,
Ah, where did they all go?
And all the 'ifs' and all the 'maybes'
All come up to none,
You just need to set your eyes again
On the ruby rising sun.

Blurred confusion
Taught contusion
I think it's coming, I think it's coming.
No noise, just sound, no sky just ground.
I think it's coming, I think it's coming for me.

A whole lifetime of words to say,
But no air left to speak.
Did you find your own song my friend;
Find the truth that you seek?
Were the wall you built to keep them at bay,
Or stop yourself from getting in?
Your own personal pride and prejudice,
Your original mortal sin.

Blurred confusion
Taught contusion
I think it's coming, I think it's coming.
No noise, just sound, no sky just ground.
I think it's coming, I think it's coming for me.

And as you open up your eyes again,
All wired up and torn,
You feel you've redrawn the line again,
Now you know you're reborn.

Blurred confusion
Taught contusion
I think it's coming, I think it's coming.
No noise, just sound, no sky just ground.
I think it's coming, I think it's coming for me.

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from Begin Again, released December 1, 2016
All instruments and vocals by Iain Clarke.

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Iain Clarke Wakefield, UK

Hailing from Leeds, West Yorkshire, and now residing in Wakefield, a songwriter and multi-instrumentalist in his own right, Iain has played with well received Yorkshire bands including Hobson, Ringo and the Wolf, Late Arrivals Club, Crossland Fold and Nine Violets as well as releasing an album with respected New York artist Marc Teamaker and songs alongside Craig Buchannan as 2018 BC. ... more

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