Wes Martin

Week 43 from the 'weekly noise' project, a tune a week for the whole of 2011. http://thespeedofsoundblogcast.wordpress.com/ I've been wanting to write a song about childhood for a while now. My two boys provide plenty of material, their own secret worlds are just mesmerising. Hanjan HanJan posted a recording of her daughter Eleanor http://snd.sc/tKuYQw and it is just the most gorgeous thing. This song is inspired by my boys, Eleanor and that recording. Hope you like Guitar, Guitcello, Zither Harp. Vocals. Your love is seeing, Your time is fleeting, she'll paint a picture for you. She is a kite in the summer sky, she is a flare in the dead of night, Everyone will know you were there. Would she go home ?, would she grow old ?, would Eleanor find the truth ?. Ooo Eleanor x 2 Your world is holding, Our eyes are closing, Our minds seem broken to you. Some say you're growing, Too fast for knowing, I say there's still things to learn. Ooo Eleanor x 4 You're not alone, You're not alone. Ooo Eleanor x 4