Last turn coming home (Pvogel lyrics) Singer/Songwriter

Released November 30, 2018

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Composition

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Christine Linge ("Buttercup")
Dubai United Arab Emirates
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Melody
Peter Vogel ("Pvogel")
St Louis MO USA
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Lyrics

Sound Recording

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Raul R ("FIGSOUNDS")
Miami FL USA
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Drums & percussion
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Nicola Offidani ("NicolaOffidani")
Massignano AP Italy
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Cello & Violin
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George Schiessl ("GeorgeSC")
Myrtle Beach SC USA
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Bass
PREMIER
Christine Linge ("Buttercup")
Dubai United Arab Emirates
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vocals, melody & acoustic engineering
Jannik Gade ("jannik")
Nólsoy Faroe Islands
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Electric guitar
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Terry Melvin ("JoyfulNoiseMusick")
Illinois USA
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Cello & fiddle
Lyrics

Last Turn Coming Home Pvogel lyrics

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I loved that last turn coming home

the pin oak in the front yard
And the porch-light always on
But things tonight are different
It?s hard to describe
Turning home, and there?s no light
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Those last two porch steps always creaked

They?d let them know that it was me
Tonight they made that old familiar sound,
But I found, It?ll be, only me
Fumbling for my keys
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The smell of cinnamon-crumble-pie

Half-a bottle of red wine
Reading glasses on a table by the Bible
Between two chairs
Facing the fire
But there?s no fire now
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She?d fix my food and combed my hair

Picked nice clothes for me to wear
She?d wait and worry when I spent the night out
And when I?d need her, she was there
To handle me with care
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The smell of cinnamon-crumble-pie

Half-a bottle of red wine
Reading glasses on a table by the Bible
Between two chairs
Facing the fire
But there?s no fire now

 

He spent his time working with wood

And you knew just where you stood

The countless ways he?d lend a hand to help out

I miss those times, cause in my mind

Everything was good

I miss those times, cause in my mind

Everything was good

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The smell of cinnamon-crumble-pie

Half-a bottle of red wine
Reading glasses on a table by the Bible
Between two chairs
Facing the fire
But there?s no fire now