No Comfort Take 3

America

The Bridge

This song was written as I sat on the wall outside St Paul's Chapel in Manhattan, last summer.  I wrote the lyrics and sang the song into my iphone.  Honestly, what did we do before iPhones?

St Paul's had the strongest vibe of any building in new York that I've found so far. It is the only building to survive the great fire of 1776, because the locals formed a chain and passed buckets from the Hudson all night to save their church.  George Washington went straight here to pray after being inaugurated. And he wasn’t going for the photo opp. And it survived new york's greatest disaster;  although it was right at the foot of the twin towers it wasn't touched.  It has no right to be there, but it is.    This song is dedicated to my sister in law Tina Rambo, my cousins Brian and Kevin Liston, who were there that morning, and to all who acted selflessly that day. 
(Photo by US Navy Photographer's Mate 2nd Class Jim Watson).

First Responder

What did I say to move you?
Or did you not know how to say
That I had made a difference 
And helped you on your way?

Cause you know I’d really love to hear it
Now it’s my turn to be lost.
Sometimes when all you do is dream
The trees become the wood
And reality’s the cost

And all these pictures of past events
Flicker through my head
And echoes of memories of confidence
Remind me I’m not dead
And I never want to lose you
As you remind me that I’m me
When I see all these things within your life that use you
Who I really see, who I’m really talking bout is me

What was that you said now?
I find it hard to hear
When everyhing’s a whispered riddle
And we’re spilling all our beer

It seems our notions lost their bite now
And we’re side-stepping though our teeth
And even though I don’t understand a word you’re saying, man
You know I still feel the love beneath

And all these pictures of past events
Flicker round my head
And echoes of memories of confidence
Remind me I’m not dead
And I never want to lose you
As you remind me that I’m me
When I see all these things within your life that use you
Who I’m really talking about, who I really see is me


Mark Francis Cunningham