Wembly_Shadwell-Pieta-2008-RTB

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MP3/FLAC

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RTB

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69,13 MB

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6

Date

2008-10-29

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ARTIST: Wembly Shadwell
TITLE: Pieta
LABEL: Self Released
GENRE: Instrumental Rock
BITRATE: 170kbps avg
PLAYTIME: 0h 59m total
RELEASE DATE: 2008-02-14
RIP DATE: 2008-10-27

Track List
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1.  Hummingbird On The Left          5:53
2.  What Says The Beak Poet          6:59
3.  Cae La Brujala (A Compass        6:57
    Falls)
4.  Mandala Pieta                    6:35
5.  Skeleton In Revelry              8:57
6.  Chapel Eyes                     24:36

Release Notes:

http://www.myspace.com/wemblyshadwell


I am Wembly Shadwell.

I am this restless wanderer that walks between the lands of what some dreamers
call perceived reality and conceived reality. When I close my eyes, the world
goes on without me, but when I open them and go out into the world, I am capable
of moving mountains.

I am a planet, which actually means wanderer, fixed to a sacred belt of rhythm
and purpose, that still somehow drifts at will into other untrampled concourses.
I am a desperately curious wanderer. My questions always outweigh my answers,
but never enough to be skeptical of Truth when I find it. I can sometimes be
found nestled between the pages of a book written in the tongue of other
cultures, for after all, there are more cultures than one. I sometimes can't be
found because I am lost in thought.

I am fatigued. Fatigued with living life as if it has no meaning. Have you ever
felt that way? We become enveloped in a Grand and Horrid machine of existence
that dictates our courses and enslaves us to routines. But what is this Grand
and Horrid machine? Is it in the pretentious commercial that begs you to buy
another "quality" product because life will make so much more sense with so much
more stuff? Is it in the mistaken belief that our God of Reason prevails over
any other attempt to explain the universe, and anything that doesn't fit nicely
into "boxes" it demonizes as "irrational" and "unsatisfactory"?

I am not about pedantic self-promotion, but about semantic self-disclosure. I
wander around not to peddle my wares, but to share my thoughts and listen close.
My ears are several times bigger than my mouth.

I sometimes find myself dancing to the music of a band that I have attached
myself to. But should the music fade, I will continue on my wandering way. And I
shall continue to wander on my way till I find the answers on The Way.

This is also the story of 4 guys at Greenville College who relate in some way,
shape or form to Wembly Shadwell. They have gathered together to vent "life
angst" and Life inspiration on a collection of stringed and percussive
instruments...oh and also to fuse a relationship of eternal implications. If you
have the ears, please hear. These few songs have the capacity to be enjoyed.
Thank you for your curiousity and appreciate our imperfection and humanity.

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