Genre: Pop-Folk
BPM: 85
Released: April 2022
URL: /sndblnd.co/542m

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Composition

offthewall

James Fraser ("offthewall")

Composition, production.

South Shields near Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom

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Gemini

Nigel Robinson ("Gemini")

Percussion, pipes, cello.

Scotland United Kingdom

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KrisPride

Kris Pride ("KrisPride")

Vocals.

Bay City MI USA

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elizabethauzan

elizabeth auzan ("elizabethauzan")

Lyrics

lausanne Vaud Switzerland

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Sound Recording

Gemini

Nigel Robinson ("Gemini")

Percussion, highland pipes, cello.

Scotland United Kingdom

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offthewall

James Fraser ("offthewall")

Composition, guitars, vocals, whistle, production.

South Shields near Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom

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KrisPride

Kris Pride ("KrisPride")

Vocals.

Bay City MI USA

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elizabethauzan

elizabeth auzan ("elizabethauzan")

Lyrics.

lausanne Vaud Switzerland

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Artist's Notes

Another in our Twist and Shake(speare) project.


Lyrics

Toil and trouble (Macbeth)
Lyrics by Elizabeth Auzan and William Shakespeare

Double, double. Toil and trouble
Fire, burn and cauldron, bubble!
(+ Manic witch laughter)

The wind blows cold on Highland heath
Three wicked witches await Macbeth
Future King of Scotland they prophesy
Macbeth drinks in their honeyed lies

There is no art to trace
A man's intention in his face
He wins who dares
Fair is foul and foul is fair

Lady Macbeth is full of joy
Says: "Kill Duncan, it's our only ploy
Then you will be King and I will be Queen
Fame and riches as have never been seen"

So, the plot is hatched and murder done
A life of sound and fury has begun
Lady Macbeth haunted by their crime
Loses all reason. Loses all rhyme

There is no art to trace
A man's intention in his face
He wins who dares
Fair is foul and foul is fair

A walking shadow, Macbeth strides on
Certain no man of woman born
Can take his life as the witches said
Till Macduff cuts off his head.

We are but poor players
On the stage of life
No one hears our prayers
To end war and strife.
Oh when will we ever learn?
Oh, when will we ever learn?

Collaborating From

Bay City MI USA
Scotland United Kingdom
South Shields near Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom
lausanne Vaud Switzerland