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OLD HAUNTS - (by Mark Bisson)  Year: 2011
Mark Bisson Nostalgic song about getting older, remembering bygone days, places and absent friends. Male lead vocal and guitar leading to full band with synth and piano solo in the middle and end. Great for montage of locations, memories. Male Vocals, Rock, Acoustic Rock
Type Play Track Info Catalog ID Min:Sec Tempo & BPM Price Control
Full Track - Rock, Acoustic Rock
482560 3:36 Medium 124   


Track Summary
Music Track Title: Old Haunts
Catalog ID: 482560  ISRC: US5UL1133545
Description: Nostalgic song about getting older, remembering bygone days, places and absent friends. Male lead vocal and guitar leading to full band with synth and piano solo in the middle and end. Great for montage of locations, memories.

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Artist or Group: Mark Bisson

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Keywords: regrets loss romance reminiscing change moving on heartbreak memory

Music Genre > Sub-genre
    Rock Music
       Acoustic Rock
Extended Properties
  Duration: 3:36   Tempo: Medium   BPM: 124
   Arrangement: Band / Ensemble
   Instruments: Drum Kit, Bass, Steel Guitar, Piano, Synthesizer, Baritone Voice
   Vocal Mix: Male Vocals
   Language: English
Moods: Accepting, Bittersweet, Defeated, Disillusioned, Easy, Elegant, Emotional, Haunting, Heartbroken, Intelligent, Lonely, Longing, Lost, Mournful, Nostalgic, Pensive, Sedate, Thoughtful

Styles: Film Vocal, Indie, Section / Credits, TV Vocal

Lyrical Topics: Memories, Nostalgia, Old, Relationships, Change

Lyrics
Old haunts, old haunts
Places, where so much time was lost
To the bitter winds
Behind the shabby screens
All the wasted loves
And the Pointless “might have beens”
Evidence piled high and plain
To bring you back down again
To who you once were,
Way back then, way back there
In the old haunts

Old Friends, old friends
Faces, from far off troubled times
You said you wouldn’t disappear
And you’d always be in touch
In the end the gates were closed
And the distance proved too much
Seems such a dreadful shame
But things they don’t stay the same
By bad luck or fate
We’re all just phantoms that populate
The old haunts…
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