Biography:
Diane Cluck has been performing her original brand of intuitive folk around New York City and the wider world since 2000.
On her website, http://dianecluck.info, she has been releasing brand new songs directly to subscribers in her fan-funded "Song-of-the-Week" project, and she continues to introduce new songs through her live performances.
Stylistically, her voice has been compared to "the broken coo of an outraged owl or howling bark of a horny dove" (Voodoo-Eros).
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
As in this great video from La Blogotheque : http://vimeo.com/44650343
The same chord pattern repeats throughout :)
Intro: AmAm EmEm GC GG x2
Am Em
i am a place you can still get to
G C G
with your body and my here coordinates
Am Em
my mind keeps my corporal self subordinate
G C G
in answer it withers away
and i was a room and i had thick walls
kicking them in till everything falls
they're fixing me up as i wander the halls
oh will i be back here again?
and i die and i die, discarding my skulls
crushed into powder and spun into bowls
made into mortar for plugging up holes
content to reform and to break again
i die and i die, sloughing off cells
sea creatures crawl from out crowded shells
clappers fall out from big, rusty bells
everything spends out its day and then
its content will reform until it breaks again
The same chord pattern repeats throughout :)
Intro: AmAm EmEm GC GG x2
Am Em
i am a place you can still get to
G C G
with your body and my here coordinates
Am Em
my mind keeps my corporal self subordinate
G C G
in answer it withers away
and i was a room and i had thick walls
kicking them in till everything falls
they're fixing me up as i wander the halls
oh will i be back here again?
and i die and i die, discarding my skulls
crushed into powder and spun into bowls
made into mortar for plugging up holes
content to reform and to break again
i die and i die, sloughing off cells
sea creatures crawl from out crowded shells
clappers fall out from big, rusty bells
everything spends out its day and then
its content will reform until it breaks again
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