Fast, celtic rock song featuring acoustic and electric arrangements.
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.
Story behind the song
The story of longing, of impossible relationships, storm and stress in our hearts.
You really only realize how much you miss people, places, or even circumstances by the time you've turned your back on them and moved on.
Lyrics
The desire for what could have been;
has reared its ugly head again,
regret and second thoughts creep in
fill the landscape of my soul.
The longing for what,
never was and,
never will be,
sheer impossible to take.
As I punch in the letters of your name,
calming that storm in my heart,
Wishing you were here,
or you and I were somewhere else.
The feelings that hurt most,
the losses that sting most
are those that are absurd.
But I hope you will make it ok,
On St Patrick's Day.
Nostalgia tumbles,
Defense line crumbles
in my head again,
as I'm wondering about you.
And I see you before me with eyes closed,
a smile from you and my heart melts,
Wishing you were here,
or better yet, we're somewhere else.
The longing, the hunger inside me,
a fire that cannot be tamed,
A song sent to you far away,
this St. Patrick's Day.
The longing, the hunger inside me,
a fire that cannot be tamed,
A song sent to you far away,
this St. Patrick's Day.
These half-tones of the soul ring out,
a winter solstice frost unbound,
of who we are and who we'd be,
when sunrise comes around.
And I see you before me with eyes closed,
a smile from you and my heart melts,
Wishing you were here,
better we were somewhere else.
The feelings that hurt most,
the losses that sting most,
a fire that cannot be tamed,
So I'll send you this song far away,
on St. Patrick's Day.
