Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Deeper and Darker

My new song about the struggle of the painter...
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Deeper and Darker (The Midnight Painter)

1. I stand before my canvas, the colours sing to me.
I await the wild-- attack, when I can set them free.
I prayed "The Joy of Life" [Le bonheur de vivre] would see its way to me.

CHORUS:
Deeper and darker I paint the scene
'til the light no longer shines through me. 
I don't like it when my heaviness gets the best of me.
Will I rise above the negativity?

2. I fought with desperation, breaking up the planes
setting fire to my weaknesses; let the wild beast take the reins.
I prayed "The Joy of Life" [Le bonheur de vivre] would see its way to free me.

[CHORUS]

BRIDGE:
My heart never makes a smart move
never feels the fright
'til it's too late in the night
and the urges hurt so bad.
'til I'd fallen deeper than I ever had.

[Spoken/sung:]
The call of my heart speaks
I share my canvas's defeats
I've seen the visions of Matisse
A thousand hurricanes release
I am the artist; I am Fauve
The feral wild beast of rock and roll
Brush strokes align-- in my soul--
je suis libre .... je suis libre d'etre moi

3. I love colour like a lover - an incandescent jewel.
I am dazzled by the light it makes, reflecting in the pool.
I prayed "The Joy of Life" [Le bonheur de vivre] would see its way to free me.

[CHORUS]

Wednesday, February 27, 2019

No Time to Cry


"No Time to Cry" is a song I wrote many years ago... I'm so excited to have been able to record it the way I originally heard it in my mind.  This is dedicated to my mother, Elizabeth Baron, who contributed some of the lyrics.  She wanted her life story and documentary to be called "No Time to Cry," which was how she lived her life. 

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No Time to Cry



My home is the universe, my family all mankind.
My mission is the search for truth;
the light has filled my mind.
Wealth cannot be measured, now, by things
the eyes can only see.

We must believe a new reality.
Wounds will heal, there’s no time to cry.
Though troubles do arise, you’ll see
blessings in disguise.

No time to cry
No time to cry

Body, mind and spirit balance in the end.
We’re living in such darkness,
but truth can heal and mend.
Rage and hate descend and die
so love can heal the hurting heart.

Once there was a time we thought we’d nothing left to give.
But now we are aware there’s no time to cry,
no time to die,
no time but to live.

Saturday, January 26, 2019

The Impossible Sky


I wrote the music for "The Impossible Sky" in one take... totally improvised.

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The Impossible Sky


Suspended from a skyhook, an Old World Lark
is out of reach, can’t conceive, in the dark.
Soaring through the skywaves, vault the arch
clearest welkin cover, vault the sky march.
In God’s home, listen for the silence.
Let the whispers of infinity flow in your ear.
Let the eyes on the back of your head help you to hear
His messages, which will come so clear.

Life is a liquid flowing in time.
Life is a journey down the skyline.
As we slide through the slipstream clouds,
feet turn into knees.
The only way to capture what you need is to seize.
Crawling-- languid-- seeking complacency in flight.
Only in our blindness, brightest sun, do we see night.

A destiny is a spiritual drama in which we seek the why.
And though we are so crippled, we can move toward the sky
- the impossible sky. Darling, we can do it if we try---
Drift free, fly – till we’re all so sky-high.
Fly--- ooh--- It's only the impossible sky.