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BLUE EYES - (by Annie Moscow)  Year: 2000
Annie Moscow Mental illness or depression that runs in families. Very melodic, waltz song starts out deceptively light and simple and grows into horror realization - twist ending. Female Vocals, Pop, Lilith Fair
Type Play Track Info Catalog ID Min:Sec Tempo & BPM Price Control
Full Track - Pop, Lilith Fair
360874 3:22 Medium 116   


Track Summary
Music Track Title: Blue Eyes
Catalog ID: 360874  ISRC: US5UL0916817
Description: Mental illness or depression that runs in families. Very melodic, waltz song starts out deceptively light and simple and grows into horror realization - twist ending.

Social Media Link: http://www.audiosparx.com/sa/archive/Pop/Lilith-Fair/Blue-Eyes/360874

Artist or Group: Annie Moscow

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Keywords: Depression, Bi-Polar, Blue Eyes, Families, Mental Illness, Heredity, Genetics

Music Genre > Sub-genre
    Pop Music
       Lilith Fair (female pop)
Extended Properties
  Duration: 3:22   Tempo: Medium   BPM: 116
   Arrangement: Band / Ensemble
   Instruments: Piano, Synthesizer, Violin
   Vocal Mix: Female Vocals
   Language: English
Album: Wolves At My Door
Moods: Comforting, Dark, Foreboding, Good, Meaningful, Scary, Serious, Sincere, Somber, Soothing, Sweet

Styles: 1990s (Nineties), 2000s (Y2K+), Broadway & Theatre, Drama / 30-Something, Drama / Mature, Film Vocal, Indie, Science, Tragedy, TV Vocal

Lyrical Topics: Children, Eyes, Family, Health, Destiny

Lyrics
Some families have Blue eyes
You can see their kid coming from miles and miles
He’s got those blue eyes
He’s got those blue eyes
And when they get together
It’s like their own little club
And you can’t get in
Without those Blue Eyes

Some families have
Good upper body strength
You can see them at the pool
Swimming back and forth
And back and forth
And when they get together
It’s like their own little club
And you can’t get in
Unless, of course,
You swim

In my family - we’ve got the Rockers
We sit in our rooms and rock back and forth
And back and forth
And forth and back
We sit and rock and rock and stare
So into ourselves and so Unaware
Sometimes you get lucky and
It skips a generation
And you don’t inherit
The glazed stare
The silent cries
That mark us as surely as
Blue eyes
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