SOLDIERS' CEMETERY
24/11/09
I’m enjoying a lunch at the Ellice Cafe (turkey BLT warp, only $6.00) while I wait to drive Paul home from his college class. I had a chat with Alan Mckenzie (editor, Bendecido Books) about the draft, unfinished manuscript for Turtle Dove. He had some good insights. I’m waiting for the same review with my wife Pat Hodgert, and with my publisher, Ray Blumenfeld. After those talks I’ll decide whether to continue to work on the draft, and, if I do continue, what I’ll do and how I’ll go about it.
In the meantime, work on the music goes on. For fun and feedback, here’s the lyrics from one of the songs from the putative soundtrack:
THE SOLDIERS’ CEMETERY
I walked the soldiers’ cemetery,
Where my father is not buried.
Rode the bus never taken by us.
I prayed to Christ Unrisen.
You said your love was temporary,
Lent to me as necessary.
Paid the debt, never had a regret.
I lived in debtors’ prison.
What is my position?
Will you unchain me?
I know I was your sweet Mad Hatter,
When my wishes did not matter.
Took the prize and a ton of your lies.
I pardoned your affliction.
I walked the martyr’s crematory,
Where I’ll never burn in glory.
Ground our lust till it crumbled in dust.
I prayed to God Unsightly.
Does it even slightly,
Does it matter at all?
There’s a moment on the other side of now,
When all our worries whistle past their grave,
When emptiness is filled,
When fears are blow away,
And young men never die to prove they’re brave.
I walked the martyr’s crematory,
Where I’ll never burn in glory.
Ground our lust till it crumbled in dust.
I prayed to God Unsightly.
Does it even slightly,
Does it matter at all?
Does it even slightly,
Does it matter at all?
Does it matter,
At all,
At all?
In the meantime, work on the music goes on. For fun and feedback, here’s the lyrics from one of the songs from the putative soundtrack:
THE SOLDIERS’ CEMETERY
I walked the soldiers’ cemetery,
Where my father is not buried.
Rode the bus never taken by us.
I prayed to Christ Unrisen.
You said your love was temporary,
Lent to me as necessary.
Paid the debt, never had a regret.
I lived in debtors’ prison.
What is my position?
Will you unchain me?
I know I was your sweet Mad Hatter,
When my wishes did not matter.
Took the prize and a ton of your lies.
I pardoned your affliction.
I walked the martyr’s crematory,
Where I’ll never burn in glory.
Ground our lust till it crumbled in dust.
I prayed to God Unsightly.
Does it even slightly,
Does it matter at all?
There’s a moment on the other side of now,
When all our worries whistle past their grave,
When emptiness is filled,
When fears are blow away,
And young men never die to prove they’re brave.
I walked the martyr’s crematory,
Where I’ll never burn in glory.
Ground our lust till it crumbled in dust.
I prayed to God Unsightly.
Does it even slightly,
Does it matter at all?
Does it even slightly,
Does it matter at all?
Does it matter,
At all,
At all?
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