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| Broken Wing vocal |
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Lyrics
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I sat beside you in the night, i wrapped your broken wing. i wheeled your song out into the night when you were much too weak to sing. i held your dreams safe in my mind, in the deep cradle of my own imagining. I brought you once a single rose; i laid it on your bed. the petals fell upon your clothes; tho' you could not life up your head. between a dream and the falling rain; this is what i thought you said: the spirit is a restless bird that listens while the children sing; and love is, a simple word, but oh! the promises it brings! so now before another wind comes to blow your dreams apart; take the time; the time to fly - my heart. The spirit is a restless bird that watches while the children sleep; and love is -such a simple word- but oh!the mysteries it keeps! so now before another wind comes to blow your dreams apart. take the time. the time to fly - my heart! i wrapped your broken wing
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Credits
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Lyrics Credits: gypsilady
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Music Credits: gypsilady
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Producer Credits: Johnny Neel & GypsiLady
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Publisher Credits: Gypsilady & Brown Music Productions, Inc BMI
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Performance Credits: Tennessee 5
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Label Credits: Gypsil
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Description
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Short Song Description:
a song of nurturing and caretaking: metaphor: wrap a broken wing to heal and fly later.
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Long Song Description:
in my profession, psychology, we call this conversation with ourselves, internal dialogue. we learn to "talk to ourselves", as it were; we call them affirmations; remind yourself. I was nurturing my own wound, my own brokenness, images of wheeling out my aging mother, and forbodings, sorrowful things to come, and past losses - and in a moment (hours) of unexpected deep peace and quiet contentment, i wrote this song to honor the process of not missing sweet moments even during times of travail. It became a way of life, and changed mine. Perhaps for a listener it can provide some perspective and direction in lonely hours where we are sick at heart.
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Story Behind the Song:
during a difficult time in my life I took care of my artistic self to be creative again- on a better day. The song is about caregiving: it's only later that the listener understands that the caregiving was for oneself. i am here consoling and nurturing a lost bird with a broken wing; ah, but you see, it was, in quiet truth - my own heart.
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Metadata
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Song Length: 4:21
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Primary Genre: Country-General
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Secondary Genre: Folk-Alternative
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Tempo: Medium Slow (91 - 110)
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Lead Vocal: Vocal Samples
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Subject Matter 1: Gratitude
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Subject Matter 2: Healing
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Mood 1: Peaceful
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Language: English
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