Four Seasons (EP)

by bemuzic

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This Cigar Box Guitar made by bemuzic is used on tracks 1, 2,4 & 5 www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2tqLX_7sY8

This Guitar made from a Bourbon biscuit tin is used on track 3 www.youtube.com/watch?v=QeZxIjL8u6g

All songs ©℗ bemuzic 2015

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released December 15, 2015

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bemuzic Cambridge, UK

In Nov 2009 bemuzic bought two Cigar Box Guitars from eBay. Since then she has acquired quite a collection of home made instruments, most of which she built herself.
When not writing songs, recording, or building guitars she enjoys playing her songs on the streets of Cambridge and surrounding towns.
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Track Name: Spring Song
Oh the wind is blowing,
yeah it’s blowing through my mind,
and the blossom on the trees,
it makes me feel alive.

The world is full of choices
and possibilities,
but a big blank canvas
can be a very scary thing.

We move on parallel lines,
they come together in the end.
We carry on, oblivious,
to the messages we send.

Oh the wind is blowing,
yeah it’s blowing through my mind.
Don’t know where I’m going,
so I’ll just take my time…..
Track Name: Summer's Lost Its Way
Clusters of tourists, like bees in a swarm,
hum round the streets now the air is getting warm
and it feels like
Summer’s on its way.

Groups flow around, me like water round a stone.
Nowhere in this city you can be alone
and it feels like
Summer has her way.

But it’s hailing one day
heatwave the next.
The ice creams keep selling
as we bury our heads.

Clusters of tourists, like bees in a swarm,
hum round the streets now the air is getting warm,
but it feels like
Summer’s lost its way.
Track Name: English Summer
I’m standing in a shop doorway
hiding from the rain.
It’s a five minute pause and then,
here we go again.

Chorus
Flip flopping my way
through the summer days,
white arrows on my feet
show the way to go.
Tripping over clichés
as I try to find
something new
to say about the summer.

An English summer has to be too hot,
or else it is too cold.
Need something to talk about,
distract us from the world.

Chorus

You’ve got to make the most of it
when the sun shines down on you,
‘cos it can all be whipped away,
nothing you can do.

Chorus

I have my head up in the clouds
a big part of the day.
It’s a pretty good way to spend your time
until they blow away.

Flip flopping my way
through the summer days,
white arrows on my feet
show the way to go.
Tripping over clichés
as I try to find
something new
to say about the summer.
Yeah something new to say about the summer.
There’s nothing new to say about the summer.
Track Name: As I Sing (Autumn Song)
As I sing the leaves are falling down,
birds fly up high.
A breeze blows all around me,
dark clouds forming in the sky.

As I sing a boy spins round in circles,
a dog waits patiently.
I feel the first chill of Autumn,
but this is where I want to be.

As I sing I hear a couple argue,
a man puts out his cigarette.
The song I really want to sing
is one I haven’t written yet.

As I sing the leaves are falling down,
birds fly up high.
A breeze blows all around me,
dark clouds forming in the sky.
Track Name: Winter Song
Short days, long nights,
landscapes in black and white.
No Summers greens or Autumn hues,
just the darkness,
and me and you.

Everything is slowing down,
pushing up through the hard ground.
Life still struggles through,
through the darkness,
with me and you.

Skies of pale yellow/grey,
air that takes your breath away.
Trees laced with frosty dew,
in the morning light
for me and you.