MTC on the production.... but in short this version, brings two new sections into the compostion and brings back IKMMs Modo Drum to the realist drum sound possible.
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When i first created this track, the original version was too clean to represent my "vision" in regards to the story of that song... so to reflect this particular version/mix here is that story:
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"The Dark fall of Light"
In a dim oily room in a dusty bar that is older than the oldest of us as it sits in a cracked crevasse of one the oldest and largest of cities amid a sea of sky scrappers
Marv raises his arms over a cracked and broken baby grand with its uneven sagging wooden legs. He steals away when he gets
a moments rest to breathe life into this relic of a better time--a Steinway--one of the last of its kind. As he brings his gnarled bent fingers rapidly down on the chipped ivory keys--the oily darkness is of the all but forgotten room is flooded with sound.
First a Major chord which flows into a dissonant 7th, followed by a long pause which breaths alive a long relative minor.
The near clashing yet brilliantly beautiful progression that flows through Marv, wisps slowly down the ancient hallway. As Cherry grabbed another glass from wash rack and wiped it dry with his aging but strong hands, he thought he heard a sound expanding somewhere in the distance--music?, nah...not from that direction.
As he played into the next bar, Marv breathily but grandly sings:
"We try to be good, we try to be fair,
but sometime even the light falls to dark, despite being rare.
We live our lives, falling to the grave, but
sometimes even the light falls to dark, despite being brave.
We try to hold on, we try endure,
but sometimes even the light falls to dark despite being sure
But grace finds, the Dark fall of light.
But innocence finds, the Dark fall of light
But Witness finds, the Dark fall of light
and Angels forgive, the Dark fall of light "
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He breaks into a complex interweaving melodic bridge... Any who would have heard this in the darkness would thought they would have been hearing a virtuoso concert pianist--which would have been true in his younger years... however that long ago image disappeared into rippling memories reflect this impassioned elder as his arms brought down his well-trained fingers and hands, he continued playing the song into the chorus--then the sound suddenly stopped as the walls still reverberated his last chord...anyone behind Marv would have seen his back suddenly stiffen, as his left arm went to his chest he made a slight sound and then crashed forward into the keys as they exploded into a cacophony of sound and then shatter into a clatter of notes, keys and sound
… and Angels cried, "The Darkfall of Light…"
