COMING HOME © 2007 Craig Maxim
I had a request from someone who remembered this song from my days with my former band, and requested that I put it back up on my MySpace site for Veteran's Day. But of course, for personal reasons, I DID NOT want to put up the OLD VERSION with my former band playing on it, but I didn't want to disappoint this guy who asked for it.
So I redid it myself.
I don't know... I think it's BETTER than the studio version with my old band!
But let me know what you guys think please!
I already know the singing was rough, had a sore throat and I crack on the high parts, so I'll re-do that sometime, as you guys like the music and arrangement. Hopefully the cracking voice adds character, since it is a sad song really anyway.
But tell me if I am embarrassing myself putting this up on MySpace!
Thanks for the comments and critiques in advance!
It's uploaded on my profile here... FIRST SONG.
Coming Home © 2007 Craig Maxim
Sixteen years, The boy held back his tears
His father held him tightly one last time
Wish I had an hour more,
But son, they've called me off to war,
Please listen to these words before I've gone
------- CHORUS --------
Carry on, And try to keep on standing,
Even if sometimes you're standing all alone
And son, be strong, Cause mother needs you here at home,
And you're the man I'm counting on, To keep her strong,
Until I've come back home
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Letters filled with heart-felt lines, He read each one a dozen times,
And held their pictures tightly as he slept
Then came the day, his fight was done, His helmet gently laid upon his gun,
Soldiers bowed their heads and wept
(Chorus)
And at the funeral home, Amazing grace was all they sung
Put his hand upon his mom, And pulled her close, Close into his arms
And as the family cried, 21 bullets pierced the sky,
And when the noise had died, He felt his father's spirit, Deep inside
And a voice came through, That only he heard,
And he listened closely, To his father's final words
He said "Son, I've one request,
That you keep those promises, with all your will"
He said "Dad, you know I will"
I'll carry on, And I will keep on standing,
Even if sometimes, I'm standing all alone
And I'll be strong,
Cause mother needs me here at home,
And I'm the man you're counting on,
To keep her strong,
Now that you've come back home,
Now that you've come back home
I had a request from someone who remembered this song from my days with my former band, and requested that I put it back up on my MySpace site for Veteran's Day. But of course, for personal reasons, I DID NOT want to put up the OLD VERSION with my former band playing on it, but I didn't want to disappoint this guy who asked for it.
So I redid it myself.
I don't know... I think it's BETTER than the studio version with my old band!
But let me know what you guys think please!
I already know the singing was rough, had a sore throat and I crack on the high parts, so I'll re-do that sometime, as you guys like the music and arrangement. Hopefully the cracking voice adds character, since it is a sad song really anyway.
But tell me if I am embarrassing myself putting this up on MySpace!
Thanks for the comments and critiques in advance!
It's uploaded on my profile here... FIRST SONG.
Coming Home © 2007 Craig Maxim
Sixteen years, The boy held back his tears
His father held him tightly one last time
Wish I had an hour more,
But son, they've called me off to war,
Please listen to these words before I've gone
------- CHORUS --------
Carry on, And try to keep on standing,
Even if sometimes you're standing all alone
And son, be strong, Cause mother needs you here at home,
And you're the man I'm counting on, To keep her strong,
Until I've come back home
--------------------------------
Letters filled with heart-felt lines, He read each one a dozen times,
And held their pictures tightly as he slept
Then came the day, his fight was done, His helmet gently laid upon his gun,
Soldiers bowed their heads and wept
(Chorus)
And at the funeral home, Amazing grace was all they sung
Put his hand upon his mom, And pulled her close, Close into his arms
And as the family cried, 21 bullets pierced the sky,
And when the noise had died, He felt his father's spirit, Deep inside
And a voice came through, That only he heard,
And he listened closely, To his father's final words
He said "Son, I've one request,
That you keep those promises, with all your will"
He said "Dad, you know I will"
I'll carry on, And I will keep on standing,
Even if sometimes, I'm standing all alone
And I'll be strong,
Cause mother needs me here at home,
And I'm the man you're counting on,
To keep her strong,
Now that you've come back home,
Now that you've come back home
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(¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ CRAIG MAXIM
Facebook: http://facebook.com/craigmaxim
MySpace: http://myspace.com/craigmaxim
Reverb Nation: http://reverbnation.com/craigmaxim
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ CRAIG MAXIM
Facebook: http://facebook.com/craigmaxim
MySpace: http://myspace.com/craigmaxim
Reverb Nation: http://reverbnation.com/craigmaxim
