I
always thought it silly to publish lyrics on the Internet without music.
My close friend Scott who maintains a full library of his works online
often encourages me to get my work out in any way possible. He says that
even without the music people can grasp a sense of the melody by the mood.
They can certainly get the meaning and share in the sympathetic value of
the lyrical content. I guess that would be the basic difference between
publishing the words as lyrics rather than poetry.
Although
I have the melody ringing clearly in my head and carry it with me out loud
while I roll through the streets of Manhattan the process of extracting
what is inside my head into a medium presentable for public dispersal is
a matter of materialization. Which takes a certain amount of cooperation
from this material world (a world I never got along too well with). Guitar
strings that simply refuse to stay in tune. Even full sets of musical instruments
that get up and walk out from the studio in the middle of the night, (sadly
stolen some time ago, alas). Then there’s the portable recording studio
that was bartered for a friends life (another story in its self) and the
music workstation which was donated to benefit the aspirations of some
tumultuous East European pop star.
Yet
I am working on it and will get it out in some form or another as soon
as I might. After all there is still a classical six string sitting in
the corner freshly tuned by my good friend Gabriel, a most stalwart and
profound conductor of classic opera. And with his help we do have at our
disposal a full orchestra though not without untold hours of writing scores
and supplemental arrangements. All in good time.
Thanks
for taking the time to read through "Two Towers". I must admit there is
nothing more that lifts my soul than song. I don’t know why nor do I understand
it fully. You might call it spirit, one might say its emotion... for me,
when I have a song to sing is the only time in life that I might say I
feel complete.
By
the by... this song was written after I had discovered that as it turns
out I knew, by face or name, many of the WTC MIA (victims of the terrorist
attack on the World Trade Center). Though I did not know them intimately,
we had met at one point or another, some once or twice a year, others with
more frequent encounter. The discovery left me shattered. There was no
where to go... no where to turn... every where I went there was another
face another name... another loss of life. I decided to go up to central
park after my friend Tony expressed he had felt much better through quiet
meditation. My head was reeling along the way. My body shaking uncontrollably,
feeling myself come apart, muttering nonsense and talking to myself along
the way. I found a tree by the pond and made a seat of its rambling roots.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on controlling my breathing. Soon my
scattered thoughts and words formed a melody in my mind. One which I could
hum and even whistle aloud on my way home as the sun set... after I managing
to find some semblance of peace. Its somber verse and strong, ringing chorus
sum up for me both the sadness of our present losses and the combined strength
and courage to face the challenges that lie ahead.
Peace Be With You Also...
Inside Out - A Personal Perspective
Lyrics
To The Song "Two Towers"