Time Vanished (Before I Knew It)

November 2nd, 2017 § 0 comments § permalink

I’ve been writing songs to David A. Mason’s lyrics since 2006.  Dave and I were both founding members of the Lunar Glee Club back in 1983, but the Lunar Glee Club didn’t sing so we didn’t write songs back then.

Now we do.

 

 

In fact, we have a whole bunch of really good ones to share, and it’s a bit hard to pick just one to share with you today.  But it’s not that hard, because “Time Vanished (Before I Knew It)” is such a good example of everything that works in this collaboration.

Dave and I get together most Monday nights.  Sometimes we work on various unfinished stuff. Sometimes we get a good start on a song and then have to really grind it out to the finish line.  Sometimes it takes months or years.  Yes, I do contribute to the words sometimes, and of course Dave is a wise and inspired musician who does not hesitate to help me with musical matters.  But, for the most part in this collaboration Dave brings me lyrics and I set them to music.

That’s what happened with Time Vanished (Before I Knew It).  Dave brought it in pretty much exactly as you will hear it, and this one just wrote itself.  Sometimes they write themselves.  I have an intuition about whether I should pick up a guitar or sit at the piano or whatever, and then they just spill out.

This one just spilled out.

 

Here’s the lyric:

 

TIME VANISHED (BEFORE I KNEW IT)

 

I BOUGHT MYSELF A BLUE GLASS BOWL

I FILLED IT UP WITH OCEANS

SPUN IT – LIKE A ROULETTE WHEEL

JUST ROLLIN’ THROUGH THE MOTIONS

 

I BOUGHT MYSELF A BIG GLASS HOUSE

I FILLED IT UP WITH STONES

PEOPLE CAME FROM MILES AWAY

JUST TO SMASH IT DOWN WITH BONES

 

I BOUGHT MYSELF A CLEAR GLASS CLOCK

JUST TO WATCH THE TIME PASS THROUGH IT

THE HANDS WERE QUICKER THAN MY EYE

SEEMED LIKE THERE WAS NOTHIN’ TO IT

AND THEN TIME VANISHED – BEFORE I KNEW IT

 

BEFORE I KNEW IT

 

TIME VANISHED

 

I TRIED TO GO BACK TO THE PAST

BUT THE FUTURE BROUGHT ME HERE

I THINK THAT I’M IN NOW AGAIN

SO DISTANT THAT IT’S NEAR­

 

HOW DID I THINK THIS WHEEL WOULD ROLL

THIS SWAPPING TIME AROUND

HOLD THE LINE WITH ONE HAND CLAPPING

BLINDED BY THE SOUND

 

I BOUGHT MYSELF A CLEAR GLASS CLOCK

JUST TO WATCH THE TIME PASS THROUGH IT

BUT THE HANDS WERE QUICKER THAN MY EYE

LIKE THERE WAS NOTHIN’ TO IT

AND THEN TIME VANISHED – BEFORE I KNEW IT

 

BEFORE I KNEW IT

TIME VANISHED

BEFORE I KNEW IT

TIME VANISHED

BEFORE I KNEW IT

 

 

Slomped

April 2nd, 2013 § Comments Off on Slomped § permalink

DB

Driving the bus.  4 minutes down on my third trip of the day.  The 4th trip at 8:30 can be crazy on a Tuesday.  All the kids go to their Tuesday classes, I guess.  I say to myself, “I better pick up these 4 minutes or I’m going to get slomped.”

“Slomped.”  Where did that come from?  I thought about it for a few seconds and figured it must have been some kind of a synthesizing double elision between “slammed” and “stomped”.  I thought about John Lennon’s advice to George Harrison about finding the right word for a lyric – “you just keep saying the line over and over and saying whatever comes to mind in the empty place.”

Something in the way she moves

Attracts me like a rutabega

 

I thought of Pete Maravich’s game when no one, least of all Pistol Pete, knew what physical genius was about to instantiate.

Stevie Wonder’s melisma.  Charlie Parker’s phrasing.

And then I thought, “hey, I bet my elision was actually between ‘slammed’ and ‘swamped’.”  I hadn’t even had immediate access to my own thought processes in retrospect.

Take a flyer.

Trust the universes to provide for the completion of the gesture.

Embark upon the worthy gesture at a moments notice.

Here lies Genius.

 

 

We Have Just Begun Our Part of the Fighting

September 14th, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

theOwl

This morning a metaphor for our current battle to include a Robust Public Option in the President’s health insurance plan struck me.  Have a look at these lines from Walt Whitman’s The Battle of the Bonhomme Richard and the Serapis.

Our frigate takes fire,

The other asks if we demand quarter?

If our colors are struck and the fighting done?

Now I laugh content for I hear the voice of my little captain,

We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our

part of the fighting.


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President Obama, we are ready to fight for your health plan if it contains a Robust Public Option.  Most of us Americans are sick and tired of having our lives lorded over by Corporations, much as the American colonists with whom John Paul Jones was fighting in 1779 were sick and tired of having their lives lorded over by the British.

This is really where we’re at, isn’t it?  Either we are Sovereign Citizens or we are just little pansy Consumers, and all this noise about Democracy and being represented in Congress is just a Potemkin village, a soporific,  a farce to keep us pacified while the Big Bosses have their way with us.

What’s it going to be, America?

Serene stands the little captain,

He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low,

His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns.

Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender to us.



Mel Blanc on Letterman

August 6th, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

theOwl

Mel Blanc is amazing.

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