Freedom
What do these thoughts mean,
Outside of my dreams?
Are what are the things,
That the light brings?
‘coz I can see
A little drop of freedom in my hand
I hope that I can make you understand
That life’s not just about being a man
Or spending life with your head buried in the sand
All that’s gold
Is not everything, or so I’m told
And don’t get scared about ever getting old
I only ever try to fight the cold
While others let their soul get bought and sold
And if there’s a God
Isn’t it odd?
That sometimes love’s fate
Turns into hate
So there’ll come a time
You’ll pray to God and he’ll give you a sign
That now’s the time to step right out of line
To believe what is right there in your mind
To seek out what it is that you want to find
Anyone
Who looks inside their head will surely see
An image of themselves as they’re free
Acting out the things that they want to be
But it’s behind the door and you haven’t got the key
I can see (x5)
A little drop of freedom in my hand
I hope that I can make you understand
That life’s not just about being a man
Or spending life with your head buried in the sand
Author’s Note
An older song for which I have a recording and despite a few phrasing flubs in this recording, I’d say this is a significant improvement.
Regarding the vocals, for practical reasons and time constraints, at this stage I won’t be doing any vocal comps. So, I’m simply choosing the single take that to my ears is the best.
Those with a eagle eye might also notice the smoke rising from the forest. This is not the aftermath of a bushfire, this is so-called forestry “best practice” is Tasmania. A completely unnecessary process that fails to achieve its proclaimed outcome, while affecting wildlife habitat.
It’s still Sunday somewhere in the world so I can talk myself into the idea that I’ve stuck to the deadline.
I’ll also note that I’ve fallen victim to my lack of understanding as to how Substack works, so many of you may have missed the last fews, song I’ve included them below. As always, I’d love for you to have a listen and let me know what your think:
Also of note is that my first hybrid arts project is out with the launch of The Adventures of Cucumber Man. You know the story. This is the retelling:
I didn't think it was smoke; my brain went, "Look, there's a cloud kissing the ground."
I blame that on your beautiful song.
It's really remarkable.
I've loved all the songs you've posted, but this is perhaps my favorite. I love the little riff when the music changes; I guess you'd call it the chorus. Outstanding work.