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Fading Away
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babe, thanks for the romance
don't know if we'll meet again
but I'll go out while I dance
and skinny dip in the south of France

you have been the sweetest lover
soon the pain will be all over
you'll find another pretty date
and your memory of me will fade

oh honey, don't you cry
it's not like I'm saying good bye
although I'm dying
a little every day

oh darling, don't you cry
it's not like I'm saying good bye
it's only a part of life
that is fading away

hey babe don't wait, you're young
send bottled letters in foreign tongues
shower in a waterfall
and eat jellied eels from a London stall

hey babe, you'll be alright
someone else will come by your side
sweep you off of your feet so great
and your memory of me will fade

oh darling, don't you cry
it's not like I'm saying good bye
you know we're dying
a little every day

oh darling, don't you cry
it's not like I'm saying good bye
I'm just a part of life
that will be fading away

hey babe, you'll be just fine
there are plenty of others for you in line
don't live your life in shades of grey
if it can be a rainbow unicorn buffet

hitch a ride to Spain
make love on a down town train
kiss a stranger in chinatown
wear golden gloves and a pretty gown

oh darling, don't you cry
it's not like I'm saying good bye
everyone's dying
a little every day

oh darling, don't you cry
it's not like I'm saying good bye
just make sure you live your life
before it's fading away

(ingredients: three background loop vocals singing huudu-tudu-tudu and huudu-pow-pow, a nininininininininini-wa-wa vocal, a poom-poom-bass vocal, a prr prr syncopation vocal, about eleven choir vocals, four pairs of clapping hands, throat and tongue clacking percussion, a rice-in-can samba shaker, a clarinet for multiple lines and syncopation, a lead vocal, laughter, a cat snore, a good microphone)

Once upon a time, on a rainy day, I found an ancient sound editing program (audition 1) hidden on my big old granny computer. I have no idea where it came from, for I had definitely not added it, but it must have been hanging out there for quite some years already.

The program is so old that it doesn't allow much more than simple editing. However, I found that this limitation - with it's modest toys - provided a large playground and endless imagination (while having too many and too detailed toys to play with usually kills all the fun).

Playing around with it, I recorded a voice - with the microphone of my headset - that demanded a choir. So, having no other singers around, I recorded some more. The choir came to live and demanded other instruments.

But I only had two instruments laying around, a clarinet and a guitar. The clarinet I hadn't played for a long time, I never quite mastered playing the guitar and, despite my efforts, I did not find any musicians hidden in any of the cupboards.

For recording, I was stuck to my little bedroom (the wires of the headset are rather short and my old granny computer found unmovable), so I went hamstering about the house and dragged whatever objects that could produce some kind of sound back into the bedroom and then waited for them to tell me what they wanted to do (very rarely I used a sample, found in the webs somewhere or recorded with my mobile phone).

While the words and melodies poured out of my fingers, mouth, nose and ears, I couldn't get myself to stop. I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, the time passed without a glance in the mirror or on the clock.

Practically every night, one could find me imitating percussion, trumpets and singing saws and banging about on household equipment with ...other household equipment (you can view the ingredients below the lyrics of each song), while sitting in my little bedroom, between the pillows.

After a few songs and a few weeks living like that, my cat was fed up by the neglect and resolved to confront me, making me realise that it's actually quite neccessary to eat, sleep and moreover, wash myself (as well as the pillows).

So these days, I put some effort in taking care of the household again. The pillows get their fresh cover on regular basis and I make sure to spend a lot of quality time with my cat. But, occasionally I return to wander the roads of midnight madness to make more music.

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