Well, les get this pahty stahted...
Wrote this Monday & Tuesday, practiced yesterday, recorded acoustic guit & vocal, each straight through.
I'm picturing this as bass, clean electric, acoustic guit, drums, backup vox.
It maybe seems a little long, but I need all of it to get through the story, and think that added texture, color and tapdancing will keep it interesting.
The idea originated from a scary Dr Who episode called "Blink", all about some weeping angels.
Angels Weeping (Once Lovely in the Distance)
words & music - Daniel P Hudelson
Laughing, playing, running down the hall
What’s around the bend, we don’t care at all
Never a worry for reason or for rhyme
Every moment longer than a lifetime
Never more laughs than when it’s open season
Running in a pack, ever so pleasing
There, the plump one, kick it in the bum
Funny, crying, turn and run
Never hear it never really listening
Grandfather clock
Like the turtle creeping ‘cross the garden
Never really move
Don’t bother to prove
Cause they don’t really move
So we think
Suddenly the Christmas tree is smaller-
Not looking for toys, looking for the dollar
Surrender to a pair of dancing eyes
No time for reason, reaching for the prize
Watch and learn , join the adventure
Join the firm it’s time to be indentured
We’re a plump one, happy as they come
Ever more fleeting, each fistful of fun
Never hear it never really listening
Grandfather clock
Like the statues weeping in the garden
Never really move
Don’t bother to prove
Cause they don’t really move
So we think
Simple mathematics and history, telling us where we’re heading
(they’re) Drawing closer when we don’t look, less pleasant to behold
Now filling our hearts with mortal terror, face-to-face
Angels weeping, once lovely in the distance
Angels weeping, once lovely in the distance
Sitting in the garden, watch the children play
They’re so loud, rude things they say
Summer’s too hot, pray the sun will set
Pray for the dark without regret
Laughing, playing, running down the hall
What’s around the bend, we don’t care at all
Never a worry for reason or for rhyme
Every moment longer than a lifetime
Never heard it never really listened
Grandfather clock
Like the angels weeping in the garden
Never seemed to move
Didn’t bother to prove
But they only move
When we blink
Angels weeping, once lovely in the distance