Shooting Stars

In my ongoing attempt to get all my videos up in an accessible space, I'm putting up this one...hope you like it! Early this year I decided that I'd try to finish a song and a video every week for a month, just to get myself back into the studio. It's a project that's actually still going on, although I'm not quite at that level of productivity now. Shooting Stars was the first of that attempt...written some time back, I had actually found that I'd done some of the rhythm tracks long ago and forgotten them (drums, bass, organ)...which speaks to my organizational capacity or lack thereof! But anyway, I still liked the sound of them, so I built the rest of it up off of that, and I think it works...I was keeping myself going with the time constraint that I'd agreed with myself on, so any bumps and flaws, well, that's all part of what's going on.  As I say, you don't like it, go do your own darn tune!

This song is another one I wrote about my friend Alan Leis, a pal I used to play music with back in the early Jurassic period. A talented drummer and a sweet guy, he could pretty much pick up any instrument and make some music with it, something I was pretty impressed with. We had many adventures, musical and otherwise, and then drifted into our separate lives. He passed away much too young, and reflecting on that I wrote this song and the song Technicolor Summer, both about my memories of him and my musings on time, life and the Universe. Yeh, I wish he could have hung around longer, it would have been interesting to talk about things at this juncture. Miss you, man.

I'll be going up the timeline from now on with this vlog, posting these videos in the order that I originally put them up on YouTube, with what commentary I can include. Please let me know if you have any questions about anything, or if you enjoy these, or if you'd really like me to just stop it for gosh sake. You've got my number.

                            
                                            THE SHOOTING STARS

                                  Up in the hills in midnight Michigan

Watching as the meteors cut the air

They start to burn up when they hit this planets’ sky

I can’t help thinking now how they seem like you and I

We flew in on fire in our Technicolor past

Even then we knew that ride was never gonna last

Your accelerated fall was sure something to see

You were always faster then than I could ever be

You were always so much more than me

I’m tired of fightin’, I’m tired of  cryin’,

I’m tired of bitin’ on this cold iron

I know up in the sky another eye looks down on me

And I’m afraid of what that eye might see

The shooting stars are falling fast and free

When it all came down we were still young in a young world

Never thought I’d get this old at all

Here in the cold autumn with the strange celestial glow

I wonder if I missed the place that I was supposed to go

How will I ever know

I’m tired of fightin’, I’m tired of  cryin’,

I’m tired of bitin’ on this cold iron

I know up in the sky another eye looks down on me

And I’m afraid of what that eye might see

The shooting stars are falling fast and free

I haven’t always been the man I thought that I should be

Wonder if it matters anyway

When I finally flame out and my soul turns into smoke

I might get to see you and to share that final toke

And appreciate the joke

I’m tired of fightin’, I’m tired of  cryin’,

I’m tired of bitin’ on this cold iron

I know up in the sky another eye looks down on me