Here is the lyrics video for Fires&Earthquakes. Enjoy ! Background footage shot in California…
Thanks to Calvin West for putting on the lyrics.
Available on iTunes in pre-order (release date: June 30th).
More info on the dedicated web-page here.
Not a song to play everyday. That’s a good thing. Unfortunately enough there’s a reason I’m posting this now: “Hot Rod” Harris past away last weekend. I got to know him as the engaging host at Hot Java Cafe in Carmel Mountain Ranch, where I played my first original written in the USA. And played at my very first real open mic. Ever. He was a gifted musician, a great person and will be missed.
I’m a broken bottle thrown out in the swamp.
Will someone come along today
to fill me up
Or make me whole again ?
A dark dense fog rolls in across the lake
Of salvage speaks a muffled voice, and fate
Frost numbs me down, the noises drift away, and I stray
I’m sinking, I’m sinking away
A New Light is floating your way
I wish I could share those beliefs
but I’ll just feel your hands now and grief
The bedroom lamp is hanging at half mast
A flag outside all disentwined
There’s part of me
spread out in smithereens
Folded hands rise up out of the fog
I’m sinking, I’m sinking away
A New Light is floating your way
I wish I could share those beliefs
but I’ll just feel your hands now and grief
Still sense the void as you are laying here
The breathing stopped, the spirit is still near
But I’ve been crushed and I can’t stop the pain … while you ooze away…
I’m sinking, I’m sinking away
A New Light is floating your way
I wish I could share those beliefs
But I’ll just hold your hands now,
and feel how they’re fragile,
once more comb your hair now,
… and grief
Did I escape? Am I awake?
Did I escape? Am I awake?
© 2012 Carl Durant
(Not our) Ride Home
Mom, where did my sister go?
Dad, does our baby brother know?
Who turned out the light
last night when I fell asleep ?
Who are all those people here
They’re drying their eyes…
… and holding you tight ?
In my dream she was standing here
She smiled then she told me this:
“We thought we were going home
A long week with lots of fun
But I missed my family
why didn’t I see
This was not our ride home?
It was a chariot
to take me away from you
I didn’t want to …”
“Mom, who’ll give you the cuckoo clock
the one that I saved up for?
It’s still in my bag… “
“And who’ll hold my teddy bear ….
the way only I could do,
only I could do? “
(C)2012 – Carl Durant