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The concept is a young man writing a letter home to his mother and telling her how he hates what he has become but can never be what he was again. |
Credits: Written and Performed by James Michael Shaw. Recorded at The Disc, Ltd., Detroit, MI. |
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I wrote this one a couple years ago and recorded it in my apartment. It was my first attempt at that, so please be merciful. |
Credits: All Rights Reserved. Music, Lyrics, and Recording by James Michael Shaw. |
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It's a song about looking out the window and seeing nothing but porchlights but knowing that somewhere in the world, something is happening. It's a song about waiting for something to happen. |
Credits: Written and Performed by James Michael Shaw. Recorded at The Disc, Ltd., Detroit, MI. |
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