Evening work: The Flat Horizon (5.3M mp3). Ten days later, finally, some wetness follows a bit of a dry spell. This is now a song built on the previous "skeleton" which is one of five improvised instrumental song sketches recorded a couple of weeks ago with Greg Meredith and Paul O'Rear.
I have written and re-written these lyrics about twenty times, and I still have not found what I'm looking for. But here is a snapshot of a work in progress, despite the obvious flaws.
the flat horizon
don't believe in me
don't believe in you
don't believe in what we do
don't believe in you
don't believe in me
don't believe in what I see
raisins in the sun
bullets in the gun
everything is upside down
curtains on the door
window in the floor
everything is turned around
sun is gone away
darkness here to stay
sudden as a metronome
sinking in the sand
drinking up the land
broken like a brittle bone
knee deep in the mud
lord, here comes the flood
sucked up by a suction cup
hand stuck through the glass
head stuck up the past
falling down while sucking up
rest your eyes on the flat horizon
there's a light guide you
something straight and right to ride in on
nothing left to lose
nothing left to choose
nothing left to fall apart
mountain full of fears
ocean full of tears
nothing left to break my heart
falling under your spell
fallen under your spell
fallen into your well
don't believe in me
don't believe in you
don't believe in what we do
don't believe in you
don't believe in me
don't believe in what I see
don't believe in land
don't believe in sand
don't believe the earth is round
don't believe in rocks
don't believe in shocks
don't believe in solid ground
one foot on a wave
one foot in the grave
one hand wipes an eye
one hand waves goodbye
who is here to hear these prayers
who will help to dry these tears
make some sign if you’re here
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A day of absolute hibernation before a busy week peaking with a meeting full of CEOs.
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