20th
The Sound of Prose …
This is part of a literal soundtrack for a novel-in-progress: Before I could describe the pop output of my songwriter-protagonist, I found it necessary to first actually create his songs. The result was a set of demos sufficiently realized for my writing purposes.
This demo, a particular favorite of mine, is performed and sung by Bazz Atlas, who also composed the music.
On Your Way (Racing the Sunset)
Silver wings hold you aloft,
but god knows, you’re not a good flyer;
your hand moves to the gold cross
gone for years, although not lost:
Better now to believe in this desire …
You fly through blue-green twilight,
burnished hue of copper pipe repaired:
fixed once more, just like your life,
mended by flame and put right
by the love that waits for you down there …
(chorus)
You’re on your way, flying west tonight
and racing the blazing sunset back home;
You’re on your way, flying west tonight
all by yourself, but no longer alone;
You’re on your way, flying west tonight
and racing the blazing sunset back home …
You’re on your way, all by yourself, but no longer alone …
Midwest-born, midwest again:
What was lost was simply left behind;
loving now, embracing then
as the plane starts to descend,
fix your watch to show the brand new time …
Wheels-down prayer in just nine words:
“I have to make it to my new life;”
in the end, the fates have heard,
sending this silver bird
taxiing ‘til you see him inside …
(repeat chorus)
