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Track: Murder
Artist: David Gilmour
Album: About Face

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Name: David Gilmour
Spotify Genres: progressive rock
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David Gilmour was born on 6th March 1946 in Cambridge, the second child of Douglas Gilmour, a senior lecturer in Zoology at the University and Sylvia, a teacher. Best known as guitarist, vocalist and writer with [a=Pink Floyd], he is also renowned for solo work and collaborations with other artists including [a=Kate Bush], [a=Paul McCartney], and [a=Pete Townshend]. In June 20, 2019, Gilmour sold the majority of his guitars which he had accumulated over the years since the 1960s. Including many which were used on landmark Pink Floyd albums, including his fabled black Fender Stratocaster. All 126 guitars listed were sold for $21.5 million, which was donated to ClientEarth organisation. Gabriel Gilmour Son [a=Matt Gilmour (2)] Mother [a=Ginger Gilmour] Son [a=Gabriel Gilmour] Mother [a=Polly Samson] Daughter [a=Romany Gilmour] Mother [a=Polly Samson]

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Release: David Gilmour Girls - Crimson As Murder
Year: 2007
Genres: Electronic
Styles: Electro, Synth-pop

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LYRICS

(Gilmour)
Some of them standing, some were waiting in the line
As if there was something that they thought they might find
Taking some strength from the feelings that always were shared
And in the background, the eyes that just stared

What was it brought you out here in the dark?
Was it your only way of making your mark
Did you get rid of all the voices in your head?
Do you now miss them and the things that they said?

On your own admission you raised up the knife
And you brought it down ending another man's life
When it was done you just threw down the blade
While the red blood spread wider like the anger you made

I don't want this anger that's burning in me
It's something from which it's so hard to be free
But none of the tears that we cry in sorrow or rage
Can make any difference, or turn back the page