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Hope Is A Thing With Feathers

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After a longer break a new original song for my main project "heartscore". I looked, when I had released the last one and it was six month ago! Time is rushing … While the last original songs like "Mary, Maggy, Molly and May" and "Sylvester's gonna die" were based on older ideas this new track developed very fast during a creative phase after my last vacation. The poem was written by the famous poet Emily Dickinson. Hope is personified as a bird. While this sounds cute at first Dickinson is finding also some dark words like "abash", "storm", "chillest land" and "strangest sea", which let the reality break through sometimes.

Chris: Lead vocals
Dirk: Background vocals, guitar
Lyrics: Emily Dickinson

Musical notes: The verse-section is pure pentatonic and was influenced by asian music a bit. In the middle-section I play around with a motif going through all instruments and getting shorter and shorter until it ends as a single tone. I thought on fading hope while writing this part. This leads into a gospel/soul-part and then going back to the verse section. That's it.

Recording notes: I recorded the guitars with my Ibanez FRM-100, a single-coil guitar. I looked for a clear heavy-sound and ended up with the bridge/middle position, maybe unusual. Because the guitars are quite high during the verse I wanted a strong counterpart and added distortion on the bass-guitar. The Modulation in the middle part is a flanger applied to the main bus. As usual for the "heartscore"-songs Chris from studiopros.com took over the lead-vocals.

Hope is a thing with feathers (by Emily Dickinson)

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

All rights reserved June 2015 by heartscore-music/ Dirk Radloff

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