From the Ashes

Six semi-baked pieces of music sit in my sketchbook, my hard disk, or my brain that might wiggle their way onto the final recording of the Redline Project. The latest song now has a complete, if unrevised, set of lyrics.

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Fall Down
Race around black top
Kids swinging, skipping rope
Soft spoken lady teach us the things to know
Green is the color of wintertime sky
Blue the shade of leaves

Chorus:
Minutes confirm what months deny
as years coax a different truth from passers by
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
We all fall down

Ten lines a theorem, its proof to find
When is a question the bottom line?
Truth bends as tall grass beneath the breeze
Swaying peacefully

Tender betrayal, a simple kiss
Lies spill like honey from open lips
Cracks in a bottle leak truths untold
She already knows

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An acquaintance recently revealed an extramarital affair with which they had been involved for over a year. It is not news that harsh realities like this plague many families, but it is a different reality altogether to watch a couple sift through the wreckage firsthand.

This song deals with the unfathomable pain that comes from lying to ourselves and deceiving those around us. As kids, we are taught easy lessons like the sum of two and two, and the order of letters in the alphabet. Parents, teachers, and other role models also impart a simple morality. Be good, eat dessert. Talk out of turn, go sit in the corner.

The more time fills the void between my childhood existence and our present life, the more convoluted each situation becomes. I often catch myself missing the simpler days when work was play and when questions had one answer.

Though the readers of this blog will not listen to this song until the Redline Project album is released, you can hear a taste of the rhythmic foundation for it by clicking here.