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This song started life as a 'blues' believe it or not and was played on guitar (well the chords were LOL). Then as I went through suitable drum beats, I happened across this one and so I saved it with this beat and began another with the blues version (coming at a later date). On this one I swapped the guitar and went keyboard; searched for suitable instruments while all the time, it was on TV about princess Diana's Inquest at the other end of the room. So it's no wonder that this took a poignant turn. When
Diana died, I was already in the middle of a very dark period in my life, due to a back that was in constant spasm and pain. Then her death really affected me deeply for some reason and I remember writing a poem dedicated to her. As I wrote this song with the accompanying newsreel about her, it brought a lot of those feelings back to me.
The sadness of lost love sings out in this melody and that's why I named it' Lost Love's Lament'. It's about Loves twists and turns throughout life, one minute up, next minute down; then we feel great until it kicks us in the teeth. it's like a snake that weaves and squirms it's way through our lives.... now you see it ... now you don't.
I chose the Boldt Violin as the main instrument because of the emotional drama it can add with it's vibrato, which may not be to everyone's taste, but I tried all the other violins and they sounded like a fork scratching on a plate in comparison..... and I think it sounds perfect for this emotional song. I can almost see a Rumanian Gypsy playing this with his shoulder length hair and flashing eyes. In fact I used to have an old LP of Gypsy music that had a similar sounding violin lead with lots of vibrato for drama and emotion. Last night I wrote this Poem about the many facets of Love so here it is then.... hope you like it. Didn't know which genre really, but I suppose Ballet, would be a good one for this.
Love Is
Love’s the force that won’t relent; it gave us all our lives,
Hurts us, yet we don’t resent it, when it blinds our eyes.
Keeps us warm, yet leaves us cold,
Keeps us young when we grow old.
Soothes us when we have the need,
Yet cuts the heart until it bleeds.
Love leads us through its merry dance, sensuous, loving, warm,
Makes the heart beat faster sometimes, yet can make us calm,
Makes us happy, makes us sad,
Treats us good and treats us bad,
Makes us healthy, makes us ill,
Yet we crave it; always will.
Love twists and turns its tortuous way and leaves us in deep pain,
When it seems we’ve lost our way, it lifts us once again.
We can’t avoid it come what may,
It’s in our lives and here to stay,
Love is part of everyone,
It lives with us and when we’ve gone,
The love we gave will carry on,
In loving memory.
Maurice Vizard 8/4/2008
This below was the Poem I wrote for Diana.
'They Say…,And Yes, It’s True (In respect of Princess Diana)
They say a sea of tears were wept,
A million flowers also swept to follow her,
So great a Nations grief,
They say her love, it knew no bounds,
Compassion too, which many found
Remembered, in their grief.
They say she touched, not just the few,
But many people, leaders too,
Yes, they all said her heart was true,
And paid respect, as was her due,
They say we never will forget,
And this, I feel is true.
They say a thousand Angels sang, in
Welcoming her home again,
They say that all of Heaven too,
Had come to gather in her name,
And all of this I can believe,
Through tears…., I know it’s true.
Maurice Vizard
Diana died, I was already in the middle of a very dark period in my life, due to a back that was in constant spasm and pain. Then her death really affected me deeply for some reason and I remember writing a poem dedicated to her. As I wrote this song with the accompanying newsreel about her, it brought a lot of those feelings back to me.
The sadness of lost love sings out in this melody and that's why I named it' Lost Love's Lament'. It's about Loves twists and turns throughout life, one minute up, next minute down; then we feel great until it kicks us in the teeth. it's like a snake that weaves and squirms it's way through our lives.... now you see it ... now you don't.
I chose the Boldt Violin as the main instrument because of the emotional drama it can add with it's vibrato, which may not be to everyone's taste, but I tried all the other violins and they sounded like a fork scratching on a plate in comparison..... and I think it sounds perfect for this emotional song. I can almost see a Rumanian Gypsy playing this with his shoulder length hair and flashing eyes. In fact I used to have an old LP of Gypsy music that had a similar sounding violin lead with lots of vibrato for drama and emotion. Last night I wrote this Poem about the many facets of Love so here it is then.... hope you like it. Didn't know which genre really, but I suppose Ballet, would be a good one for this.
Love Is
Love’s the force that won’t relent; it gave us all our lives,
Hurts us, yet we don’t resent it, when it blinds our eyes.
Keeps us warm, yet leaves us cold,
Keeps us young when we grow old.
Soothes us when we have the need,
Yet cuts the heart until it bleeds.
Love leads us through its merry dance, sensuous, loving, warm,
Makes the heart beat faster sometimes, yet can make us calm,
Makes us happy, makes us sad,
Treats us good and treats us bad,
Makes us healthy, makes us ill,
Yet we crave it; always will.
Love twists and turns its tortuous way and leaves us in deep pain,
When it seems we’ve lost our way, it lifts us once again.
We can’t avoid it come what may,
It’s in our lives and here to stay,
Love is part of everyone,
It lives with us and when we’ve gone,
The love we gave will carry on,
In loving memory.
Maurice Vizard 8/4/2008
This below was the Poem I wrote for Diana.
'They Say…,And Yes, It’s True (In respect of Princess Diana)
They say a sea of tears were wept,
A million flowers also swept to follow her,
So great a Nations grief,
They say her love, it knew no bounds,
Compassion too, which many found
Remembered, in their grief.
They say she touched, not just the few,
But many people, leaders too,
Yes, they all said her heart was true,
And paid respect, as was her due,
They say we never will forget,
And this, I feel is true.
They say a thousand Angels sang, in
Welcoming her home again,
They say that all of Heaven too,
Had come to gather in her name,
And all of this I can believe,
Through tears…., I know it’s true.
Maurice Vizard
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magnatone
This is terrific Moviz! Really great orchestration to a gorgeous melody. The use of the bell really adds. Congratulations!