Season 454 - Epiphany (or a sudden great change) + J.M.

another homemade-y from me, this time about not knowing it's the last time with someone, until that realisation hits you like a ton of bricks, further down the road

"the last time"



you never know it's the last time
'til it's over, 'til it's gone
you never know it's the last time
'til it's over, 'til you're moving on

you never know it's the last time
that you'll taste this kiss
you never know it's the last time
that you'll be here, held like this

you never know it's the last time
'til it's too late, 'til you're lost
you never know it's the last time
'til you look back, and count the cost

A John Mayer song...

I don't wanna know about evil
I only want to know about love
John Martyn

Covered by Richie Havens and Sarah Jane Morris

Well done Berni, you have prompted me to produce my first song in about 35 years.

Our daughter Sally moved out in August, to start her first teaching job. She's only about 80 miles away, but she had expected to be closer to home, and finding somewhere to live in an area we don't know was made all the trickier by the lockdown rules.
The journey there involves crossing the Humber Bridge, which added to the tension of the day, as my wife is terrified of heights. The other peril of the day was the possibility that the radio might play Abba's "Slipping through my fingers", a song which reduced us both to tears when it was on as we took her off to University three years ago.
When we got home, it dawned on us that finally, 24 years after our eldest was born, it was just the two of us again.

Berni, I've had several epiphanies in recent years, but none of them inspire the muse.

Instead, I'm going to dive into a Julie Miller song she wrote and husband Buddy recorded for his amazing "Midnight and Lonesome" album. Title cut.

An old song just in time for Halloween. I had this on the Island, until someone pointed out to me that the lyrics were written by Johnny Mercer.

i'm sorry to reprise an old one Berni
but it's all i can do right now.
i always imagined this song as Icarus' final understanding that came too late.

So this is my first real attempt at song writing with lovely harmonies and always amazing electric baritone ukulele folded in by Kevin. Hope ya'll enjoy! Digital art made in OpenCanvas

Outside Lookin' In

Hope you enjoy this new song called "Outside Lookin' In"
The last time I submitted was right after I performed at Randy's Memorial with a song I wrote called seasons.
Thank you for keeping the memories alive. link to Seasons https://youtu.be/dI5CIq8tbh4
I also recently took over Randy's web domains, so they are up and running again. Will update soon. Takes me much longer, he was the master.
www.newukes.com



Outside lookin
Outside lookin’ In

Four wall around are getting you down, clouding your vision and view,
Just get outside open your eyes to the wonderful things you can do

Walking forward with feet on the ground, letting your mind run free…
Open your eyes to everything around, and soon you will see….

Chorus
With the sun in the sky and the birds flying by
your heart starts to swell from within
hear the wind in the trees, feel that beautiful breeze
when your outside, your lookin in

So many colors like meadows of flowers, glistening under the sun
humming birds humming their sweet little song and butterflies all having fun.

Chorus

Mountains are calling and rivers are flowing waterfalls cascading down
open your heart, and feel a part off life all around

Chorus

River - Joni Mitchell. Really enjoyed singing this one! And I know it’s too early for Christmas songs!

Hi all and thanks to Berni for the great season!

This is my original for this season. It's more "Not quite an epiphany", or "Tired of waiting for an epiphany" song than an EPIPHANY song, but, it's what came to me this week. I hope you enjoy it.

You Could Be Right
Liz Brinker, 2020


A E7 A E7
No, I don’t want to handle that snake today
A E7 A E7
Even if my soul may be slipping away
A E7 A E7
But when it comes down to it, I have to say…
A E7 A E7
You could be right

A E7 A E7
And, I don’t have magical underwear
A E7 A E7
‘Tho it sounds like it might be fun to wear
A E7 A E7
And it might make me feel like saying a prayer
A E7 A A7
I mean, you could be right

(Bridge)
D A E7 A
I’ve tried to feel something for that mysterious great unknown
D A
But the harder I look the dimmer it seems to get
D A F#m
I can’t say there’s nothing there as if I really know
B7 E7 E7
I’m playing it safe, I think I’ll just hedge my bets…
A E7 A E7
So, if you want to jump into that volcano
A E7 A E7
I’ll cheer you on as down you go
A E7 A E7
It’s a pretty big stretch, but, well, you know…
A E7 A E7
You could be right

(Break over verse)

(Repeat Bridge)

A E7 A E7
So, if you know something I need to hear
A E7 A E7
Come on over, whisper in my ear
A E7 A E7 A(stop)
‘Cause, lord knows, we could use a little faith around here, and
B7
You could be right
E7 A A6
You could be right!

Greetings,

Tech issue. Repost a cover of Grateful Dead “A box of rain”. I always thought this was about drugs, but it’s about the loss of a parent. Takes on a new meaning.




Altered arrangement one take kitchen job.

berni i know you like some cigar box geeeeeeeeeeetar, so i thought i'd try and bring some blues to the season, on my biscuit tin bari uke. dunno if this is quite a full on epiphany, but it is the sudden realisation that a relationship is doomed...

"the losing you blues"



i got the blues baby, things ain't like they were before
i got the blues baby, things ain't like they were before
got tears in my eyes, 'cos i realise, you don't love me no more

i got the blues baby, oh i'm in pain
i got the blues baby, yeah i'm in pain
'cos now i know, you wanna go - things aren't the same

i got the blues baby, deep in my heart
i got the blues baby, deep in my heart
'cos now i see, that you and me, have got to part
oh i'm crying, baby, yeah

My original song, Scrabble, is about an Epiphany that was missed.
Lyrics:
[G] All the clues were [Cmaj7] there
[Em7] Right there in front of [Bm7] me
[F] You hid it in plain [Am] sight
[F] But I chose not to [G7] see
[G] It took your harsh [Cmaj7] words
[Em7] That I could not [Bm7] ignore
[Dm] But I really should have [F] known
When you wouldn't [G7] play scrabble [C] anymore

[G] Everything you [Cmaj7]did
[Em7] You were the best in the [Bm7] room
[F]Making music, making [Am] friends
[F] It came so easy to [G7] you
[G]But if you don’t call the [Cmaj7] shots
[Em7]You walk right out the [Bm7] door
[Dm] So I really should have [F] known
When you wouldn't play [G7] scrabble [C] anymore

[Em7]Charm and control [G] won’t help [Am] you win the [D] game
And [F] when things [Dm] get tough [F] you just walk [G7] away

[G] It took me a [Cmaj7] while
[Em7]To see how it all [Bm7] worked
[F] It’s fun to watch you [Am] shine
[F] And always finish [G7] first
[G] But if you’re not [Cmaj7] winner
[Em7] You don’t want to keep [Bm7] score
[Dm] So I really should have [F] known
When you wouldn't play [G7] scrabble [C] anymore

Welcome, tckane (Tracy)! So happy you’re here with us!

I - like most people, take a strong interest in the political/ cultural/ social storms happening in the U.S.A over the past few years.
Then I found I was happier spending less time online watching the action. How long can one maintain a state of indignance?
I feel for you guys, and keep up with events, but try to look for the good stuff more now.
I was going to write a song about it but J.M got there first - and with more elegance and economy of words than I would have anyway.

Howdy Gang, well here is my entry for this weeks great theme by Bernie and thank you for hosting Sir. I have taken the plunge and attempted writing my own song about epiphany and as your a Doors fan Bernie I have slipped in references to The mighty Jim and titles of their songs.
A original song written and performed by me this week with a artsy old time video, with references in the lyrics to Jim Morrison, Newton and Archimedes and nonsensical ramblings by myself.
Thank you for watching.

Epiphany - By D.J.Mascall /The AtticMan

Spoken Intro -
In space before time
on a dark desolate land
reptiles fought a long bloody fight
only on could survive, then a new dawn begins
Hail, Hail, Hail
The rise of the lizard King.


I only see in black n white
the grey is filtered out of sight
a silver lining is sometimes there
translucent rays of I don't care.

In the land of the blind, cyclops is king
or any other one eyed thing
my mojos rising said the lizard king
he took a trip and started to sing.

I met a women from L.A
she went in through the out door
as I passed her the the other way
she was a storm rider so they say.

CHORUS
I was blind but now i see
all sorts of feelings wash over me
am I stardust or insanity
I just had a epiphany.

I've got new neighbours they don't know me
not introduced or a dinner party
my inner voice says I must change
my neighbours don't know me but I am strange.

The lizard king he licked his lips
he dropped his pants and thrust his hips
he read some poetry and shook his thing
I witnessed then his mojo rising.

The sound of silence all around
Newtons apple hit the ground
Its kinda crazy but I did laugh
When all the water spilt outta Archimedes bath.

CHORUS
I was blind but now i see
all sorts of feelings wash over me
am I stardust or insanity
I just had a epiphany.

I took a trip on poppy leaves
then sailed across controcous seas - controcous (made up word) i think by me
I ate some quince and drunk some rum
then blew my brains out with bubble gum.

Yeah, yeah its strange to me
I've just had a epiphany
I was blind but now I see
the truth has just washed over me.

CHORUS
I was blind but now i see
all sorts of feelings wash over me
am I stardust or insanity
I just had a epiphany
I just had a epiphany.

This is my original and a real mess melody wise. Just couldn't get it right. I hope the epiphany is clear. This song is about a suicide. Some kennels of truth in terms of loss but no definitive suicide in my real life. The melody not being set and trying out this key — hence weird notes, lags, and melody changes.



What Remains (working title)

Tender is the grass
That grows along the path
Where we, as children, would often pass
We were happy then, surely that is true
But of the fork in the road I never knew

Cloudless is the sky
High on the mountain side
Hear the sea’s waves crash below
Everyday how they race to die
Upon that rocky shore

But seasons change and break like boughs
A heart estranged, your blood pounds
As you fall, fall — to the sea wall
Surely, never what you meant to do

I dare not speak your name
I dare not speak your name
For to spare our mother pain
But everyday it’s the same
Everyday the pain remains

Your pen scratched out the words
Their cry like wheeling distant birds
You wrote of hiding a dark ache
But the message came too late
And I can barely stand its weight

The retort may take it’s claim
Ash is all that’s left after the flame
Is your soul lost in an endless sea?
Never resting never free
To escape the net of a Fisher King

I dare not speak your name
I dare not speak your name
For to spare myself the pain
But everyday it’s the same
Everyday the pain remains

I've had many epiphanies in my life. Little ones that help me do the dishes. And big ones that one at a time help me slowly come to terms with and live through loss, trauma, and a seemingly-forever-broken heart.

Sadly, this week was too hectic for me to make the time and find the creative energy to put any of them into a new song.

But it was Halloween. And 80s vampire flick The Lost Boys soundtrack has a great Echo & the Bunnymen version of this Doors classic

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Welcome to the Seasons, Tracy! It was nice to meet you at the open mic yesterday.

I can totally relate to this song, LOL!