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This is the original version of "THE MORNING WHEN SHE LEFT" 1995 recorded at THE SOUND GALLERY STUDIOS 414 3rd Ave N. Minneapolis, MN. Recorded on a TASCAM Analog 8 track reel to reel.

This original version was mixed to a Digital Audio Tape for a quick mix just for back up. It was the only (D.A.T.) Tape I had left after losing the original 8 tracks to "tape damage". So I took what I had from this Digital Audio Tape and made the best of it. The BASS GUITAR would be louder, but I no longer had the BASS TRACK to work with. It is what it is........

Engineered, Recorded and Produced by Doug Swartz and *Sean Johnson. 1995 ©
Back Up Vocals produced by Doug Swartz (2025)

Doug Swartz: All Guitars / All Vocals / Wood Claves
Drum performance by: Scott Hernandez
Bass Guitar performance by: Greg Eidem

The Back Up Vocals at the end of this song saying, "If only I could tell you, how much I miss the flowers, and the good things of life, over your own feet, you'd never trip tho" ... (part) ... was sung by Doug Swartz along with the voice of .... the "Forever Ghost" ........ "Ashley" (1995)
(thanks for the memory)

"THE MORNING WHEN SHE LEFT by Douglas Swartz © 1995 (Written in Edina, MN.)

the morning when she left, God took her away
she had the coolest life, she wore the coolest clothes
a tear falls from the sky, to show sorrow
goodbye

nothing, could release time
oh baby, oh baby you're on my mind ..... sweet sand in time, turn around.
like an empty desert
all i have is,
sand .........
your eyes again i'll see, your eyes again i'll see

(Guitar Solo)

the city could take her eyes
and make them wide as the world
a leaf to smoke was cool
it made her write with feelings, yeah

i don't want to trip tho,
i don't want to trip tho,
i want to fly, she'd say ..........

oooooh, life is heaven,
heaven is here
oooooh, life is heaven,
heaven is here.

(Music)

if only i could tell you,
how much i miss the flowers and the good things of life,
over your own feet
you'd never trip tho*

by Douglas Swartz © 1995