Artwork from Google Images    Recorded Mixed and Mastered at Crescent Studios    Engineer - David Yearley

The Fading of the Light Francis Graves

Francis Graves - Guitars/Vocals,   David Yearley  - Bass/Groove Agent,  Huw Heywood - Guitars  

Never be there on your own
Always stay in time and tone
Feeling through the air
Scented heaven’s stairs
Reeling in the  one
Firing flames and flares

On a summer’s day
Singing a sun ray
Now windy bay
In shadows and in glare
I’m on my way
Surly this dream has to pay

 But I’m falling like a stone
Down the devil’s bowl
And you cut me to the bone
Now the devil’s home

 But I’m falling like a stone
Down the devil’s bowl
And you cut me to the bone
Now the devil’s home

On a summer’s day
Singing a sun ray
Now windy bay
In shadows and in glare
I’m on my way
Surly this dream has to pay


But I’m falling like a stone
Down the devil’s bowl
And you cut me to the bone
Now the devil’s home

 

In this Southern heat
Surly we will meet
Now kiss and greet
Stumble narrow streets
Fresh spring and leap
Gorge on flavours drink and sleep

 But I’m falling like a stone
Down the devil’s bowl
And you cut me to the bone
Now the devil’s home

Unit 310 re-worked David's original protest song about the high human cost of blindly pursuing a thing called democracy....to simplify, declutter, and focus the original message substituting  guitars  for orchestration.

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