(image Info: My Sundays best.)
Good morning, it’s almost spring. A lot of music is in the air.
A quick little post today is all, to share some lyrics for a new song I've been working called "Kind Winters" for the Ramsay/Evermore record. It originally had a working title of "Night of the Witch, but as soon as I hit record.... well... that's what happens. You might have noticed those words in one of my posts last week. Shortly after the words came out of my mouth I began to imagine a song with that title. One moonlit night a week ago a poem was born and so that witch became "Kind Winters". Early Saturday morning I completed the "Headless Cross" vocal takes and opened up this new Ramsay track and starting singing... and boom..... a lot of wonderful things happened and so... I imagine a day or two more of singing and that will be done and ready for the website playlist.
I might go wander around some Sand Dunes out by death valley for a quick impromptu video for the track.... it's that kind of song.
I'll keep it brief today... just wanted to share the original poem for "Kind Winters" and some of the "Headless Cross" vocal takes, played along to some of my favorite Kung Fu video. (below)
Farewell.
-j
Some random video to some vocal takes for "Headless Cross", Unmixed and unproduced. Enjoy more of the process.
Kind Winters by J evermore
The sand it runs under devils breath
As time she slips today
It never stops.. oh the more it drops
The farther we drift away
Oh the Things we lose
As life it breaks and splinters
And the best we could hope for
Is kind winters
Kind Winters
The clock it rounds the twisted bend
12 past the hour or so.... and then
The spring it brakes as winter takes
But somewhere… there's still hope
Oh such bitter truths
As the rose it dies and withers
And the best we could hope for
Is kind winters
Kind Winters
Day into night they clip our wings small tasks for scissor kings Who sit atop the curtains draw The masters that played us all
And hope she sits on the windowsill
a wooden cat watching the play
It doesn’t move but all too soon
It tumbles too and it breaks away
And the best we could hope for
Is kind Winters
Give me Kind... Winters
Give me Kind... Winters