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Homecoming
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Acoustic guitar and piano ballad.
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Schumacher's progressive music styles - Progressive, Celtic, Acoustic.
Schumacher's music embraces a wide range of musical styles - a true blend of Progressive Rock, Celtic, and classical music arrangements. We try to make people feel, to capture and reflect emotion, and help others as their lives are touched by both good and bad. Our success is not our sales, but the comments listeners leave about how a song touched their hearts. Check out "The Snake in the Grass" or "The Buffalo Dance" for a snapshot of the band's acoustic-progressive work.
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
Peak #94
Peak in subgenre #25
Author
Schumacher
Rights
(c) Schumacher 2012
Uploaded
January 21, 2012
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MP3 5.6 MB • 160 kbps • 5:24
Story behind the song
We all deal with loss differently. The song captures the chaotically numb thoughts that run through our minds when trying to cope with losing a parent. In loving memory!
Lyrics
A letter, two nightstands, a window that's gray, from outside shine street lamps, the noises so far away the nurse just left with your belongings in tow, the locker so empty where your shirts used to go, when every word spoken leaves absolutely nothing to say pillows gently divulge traces where your head used to lay And nothing to do once more staring at the rain the edges come open now, pick the suitcase up again. A little too late, and yet just in time, Wondering just how long this moment is mine. mere memories, stained emptiness the color of coal, there's a rift in the fabric that once was my soul. And nothing to do once more staring at the rain the edges n come open now, pick the suitcase up again. I get up, get ready to close-out the day, the hallways full of people, I meet on my way. I hear their complains, their moans and their swears, I hear their live stories with mine unaware. I hear them now, their voices ring soft in my ear. but none of them utter the words I long to hear. And nothing to do once more staring at the rain the edges n come open now, pick the suitcase up again.
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