Rising from the Dead - 12/04/19 02:44 AM
Hi, all:
First off, I just listened to a host of impressive tunes tonight. Seriously great stuff . . . and this new offering likely pales in comparison. But here we go nonetheless . . . with fingers-crossed.
I started writing this song when I was vacationing in Italy this past summer. The hook/refrain came to me while on a boat out of Porto Santo Stefano, sailing along the Maremma coast. It took these past few months to finish the lyric and tune--and a bit longer to find its way into a BIAB production.
I had thought I'd keep the production fairly stripped, but then came across the Breathe Reso Acoustic Folk Rock song style . . . and went with it . . . though I subbed out and added some. Hope it's worth the listen.
Here's the song:
RISING FROM THE DEAD
Here are the lyrics:
Driving north to nowhere out of Rome
from the grasp of ghostly fingers round my soul.
With every turn and every mile
my face recalls a buried smile
that hints of freedom I have never known
in the rolling fields and hills that lie ahead . . .
As I drive along these Tuscan roads
I’m rising from the dead.
Gliding cross the blue Tyrrhenian Sea—
the sun and wind upon my skin, and I can breathe.
In the boneyards I forgot
the things I am and those I’m not,
and here I’ve found the better part of me.
So the emails on my phone all go unread . . .
As I sail along the Maremma coast
I’m rising from the dead.
And I’m trying to leave it all behind;
in my mind, to break the ties that bind.
So the New York City push and pull
that tears my soul and wears my will
it somehow seems to vanish more in time,
as I find me in my head . . .
Underneath these Tuscan skies
I’m rising from the dead.
Some day that life will call me home
and lay its claim to my body and my bones.
And if that’s meant to be somehow
it don’t matter much to me right now,
I’m worlds away in a heaven all my own.
‘Cause the sun just turned the sky Barolo red . . .
As it dips beneath the Tuscan hills
I’m rising from the dead.
And here's the band:
Bass: 3121 PopHalfNotes Push
Drums: Real Blues Rock
Guitar: Acoustic Strum 362
Guitar: 12 String Acoustic 1118
Mandolin: Background American Folk 3150
Accordion: Rhythm Pop8ths 1752
First off, I just listened to a host of impressive tunes tonight. Seriously great stuff . . . and this new offering likely pales in comparison. But here we go nonetheless . . . with fingers-crossed.
I started writing this song when I was vacationing in Italy this past summer. The hook/refrain came to me while on a boat out of Porto Santo Stefano, sailing along the Maremma coast. It took these past few months to finish the lyric and tune--and a bit longer to find its way into a BIAB production.
I had thought I'd keep the production fairly stripped, but then came across the Breathe Reso Acoustic Folk Rock song style . . . and went with it . . . though I subbed out and added some. Hope it's worth the listen.
Here's the song:
RISING FROM THE DEAD
Here are the lyrics:
Driving north to nowhere out of Rome
from the grasp of ghostly fingers round my soul.
With every turn and every mile
my face recalls a buried smile
that hints of freedom I have never known
in the rolling fields and hills that lie ahead . . .
As I drive along these Tuscan roads
I’m rising from the dead.
Gliding cross the blue Tyrrhenian Sea—
the sun and wind upon my skin, and I can breathe.
In the boneyards I forgot
the things I am and those I’m not,
and here I’ve found the better part of me.
So the emails on my phone all go unread . . .
As I sail along the Maremma coast
I’m rising from the dead.
And I’m trying to leave it all behind;
in my mind, to break the ties that bind.
So the New York City push and pull
that tears my soul and wears my will
it somehow seems to vanish more in time,
as I find me in my head . . .
Underneath these Tuscan skies
I’m rising from the dead.
Some day that life will call me home
and lay its claim to my body and my bones.
And if that’s meant to be somehow
it don’t matter much to me right now,
I’m worlds away in a heaven all my own.
‘Cause the sun just turned the sky Barolo red . . .
As it dips beneath the Tuscan hills
I’m rising from the dead.
And here's the band:
Bass: 3121 PopHalfNotes Push
Drums: Real Blues Rock
Guitar: Acoustic Strum 362
Guitar: 12 String Acoustic 1118
Mandolin: Background American Folk 3150
Accordion: Rhythm Pop8ths 1752
