"Flowers On My Wall" genre: Pop
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	Celine Dion style-definitely a female visionary song-flowing, romantic, meloncholy
	CD: Summer release-   Label: Tear Catcher Music Credits: Renae Harrington- Lyrics, Melody- Jeff Tweeter-Acoustic Guitar & Musical Arrangement- Maple Island South Studio
	Story Behind the Song This is a story about two childhood friends who fall in love, and as lovers spend four seasons together-he is a painter, and is terminally ill-she is a songwriter...and writes a song about all of it after he passes-so... the story goes that throughout the ups and downs of his illness and their relationship, he begins and completes a painting encrypted with special memories for her to hold onto when he passes from the earth-Thus the line "Hang, the flowers on my wall"-is in poetic form. This was a very difficult song to arrange-I wanted to capture the essence of the song, without becoming monotonous-the song is very long-but it tells a story-and I have a shortened version-but this is my favorite-Jeff Tweeter is a genuis composer, arranger, and tech-I could not have achieved this without him. The song took four years after I wrote it to find completion. "Four Seasons"...Ironic. Lyrics A field of yellow daises The thorns of a rose A lovers knot Tied by his hands Angels in the snow A bracelet of clover Fairy garlands for my hair Charcoal drawings, laced with ink Frayed but yet secure A cup of sable brushes Bare feet on a wood floor And a glass, of midnight talks His careless signature Can love last forever? I want to believe Hang, the flowers on my wall A testimony, of his love for me Red strokes on virgin canvas Unveiled and redefined A tinder box of watercolors His breath on my throat Relics from the attic Shadows from my heart His number penciled in my book Erased but faintly seen Is love ever simply What it seems to be? Seasons change, and love can fade To an aching need, to an aching need modulation-Four seasons of expression Cryptic, flowing lines He loved me and he loved me not Still, he was my best friend Petals of a daisy The thorns of a rose Hang, the flowers on my wall A testimony of his love for me rpt. end

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