
Yesterday was a day where I uploaded a song I would have written in the raw style of my younger years.
Today?
THIS MORNING: I sat in The Den and thought of how myself as Frail Autumn would interpret the ‘18 years was 50 years ago’ song. So I quickly went through the motions and emotions of what I’ve been doing over the last months. Experimenting on this GarageBand malarkey and hopefully capturing a tune or three.
Like yesterday, this is not a finished song. Basically, reality is that I am waiting for the other Frail Autumn (time of life) guys to join the fray and add the beauty of their own souls to this musical equation. As in all things of elder later life, everything tends to slows down. So it could be next Autumn by the time it happens. Only joking……
Anyways, here’s me now. Yesterday was the chaos of me as back when. And no…..I would not love to be able to step back in time in the blink of a ‘Yesterday’. I love my skin as it is today thank you very much.
It’s the season where the reason is to chase your dream
Blow your blues away
There’s no profit in the pocket of an empty room
Sitting and wasting the days
Don’t hide in the corner in your tip-top hat
Dreaming that you’re back on the stage
Throw down some colour on the black on white
Brighten up every page
You look like an angel all dressed in rags
Miles from your relevant age
Life has a choice of a million kinds
To Escape the cage.
When you’re shattered and you’re tattered and your life’s a mess
It all feels wrong, not right
Pick up your grief from the Autumn gloom
Kick it out into the night.
Stop hiding in the corner in your tip-top hat
And think it doesn’t suit your age.
Become the prophet in the corners of a worn down mind
Pen a tune and seize the day
Sing na, na, na, na, na na
Na na na na na
And chase the blues away. Hey!
Gone are the promises that held your hand
Leading you into the fight.
What once was…. is now has been
Drag yourself into the light
Living was forgiving was for those who did
Played the game and won the prize
No taste of the fruits of a richer kind
Turn everything said to lies.
Eighteen years was fifty years ago

the skin you’re in, that’s where it’s at, and it seems you’re in a beautiful, flourishing place
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Thank you cookie. I just typed a Messenger reply to the drummer I played with in the 1980s. It reminds me that in reality, I don’t like being solo and alone re: music. And since last April that has been the reality. So will now look for a local musician to just share this burden of technology and playing. Why? Because trying to find self motivation by just playing all this stuff myself, has been okay so far, but is fast becoming too difficult. I don’t want staleness creeping in now. A new level is required and that means shared thoughts and shared energy whilst playing. Cheers cookie. You are so positive and that is a priceless gift. 🙏🏽
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Carpe Diem Acoustically Gray…👏🏻
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Cheers Shep. I need to realise that any rock type guitar stuff is my brother’s country. I have the noises in my head. But not at my finger tips. Acoustic I can just about get away with. I didn’t realise Sir Paul had a song called ‘seize the day’. I’m enjoying his albums Shep. I keep replaying RAM though. I got the CD a few weeks back for ease of playing alongside the others. Vinyl hasn’t been played for quite a few months now. Criminal! 🙏🏽
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So many lines to love in this, Gray! “Miles from your relevant age
Life has a choice of a million kinds
To Escape the cage.”
Of course the last line pops.
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Thank you Sheila. May write some more prose type songs Sheila. I was thinking of using some from the long prose blog about moving to Wales. When I wrote it, I liked the idea of writing a tune about a few of the scenarios. Especially in the bit about Pete, who stood on the beach on one leg, yoga fashion, looking out at the ocean. Little scenarios are nice lyrical opportunities.
The band Pulp do this a lot. Jarvis Cocker is an amazing songwriter. Common People is his well known song by Pulp that many people know. But there are so many others. And I am falling back in love with sounds from the past again. Suede and Echo and the Bunnymen are two I really like especially.
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I like Suede too. I haven’t heard of the others that you mention though. Cheers, Gray.
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Very British bands. Unique sounds.Great songs. Cheers Sheila.
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“Long prose blog about moving to Wales.” Sounds like a wonderful idea, Gray.
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And upon second listen, “Blow your blues away
There’s no profit in the pocket of an empty room
Sitting and wasting the days
Don’t hide in the corner in your tip-top hat
Dreaming that you’re back on the stage”
Beautiful and on point for sure, with where so many of us are.
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It’s from a very personal viewpoint of my own experiences of how music reintroduced itself since last October. How it has made me feel again. But it can apply to many musicians that have been in bands in their youth. I have met many musicians over the past few decades who have great fondness from those times in their lives. They never say they hated it.
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Well, it is so poignant. Beautiful, Gray.
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