It’s Friday – we have music on our minds. Hope you have an opportunity to throw some headphones on and give us a listen. This is an original piece – early revision. Vocals by Seb Greco. All music and arrangement by Carlos Chagall.
LYRICS
runoff from the high ground breaks through
from under ice-crusted snow, cold water flows
such a deep blue that its black,
like the lines of a broad felt marker
salt left behind by a tear,
cooled in the wind,
dried on your cheek
you ask me if I will stay mad all day,
I ponder if I am simply supposed
to support all you purport to be
despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary
in response I ask
how can I be sure
I turn to watch the bolt of
life from the underbrush
startled by your footfall
you oversimplify the world, I say,
there’s a lot of gray between here and now
while you overcomplicate it, she says,
…I’m right here
you ask me if I intend to remain mad all day,
I ponder if I am simply supposed
to ignore, forgive, forget,
despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary
I turn to watch the bolt of
life from the underbrush
startled by our footsteps
you overestimate your claim to the world, I say,
there’s a lot of gray between now and then
while you overcomplicate it, it’s all here,
it’s all right, she says
runoff from the high ground breaks through
from ice-crusted snow cold water flows
deep blue-black like the lines of a broad felt marker
Chagall 2019
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