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A song of quiet revelation and introspection, "At The Source" is a delicate, soul-stirring piece from Alison James that lingers like a whispered truth. Anchored by gentle piano melodies and a tender vocal delivery, the song unfolds with poetic lyricism, exploring hope, renewal, and the search for deeper meaning.

Originally released in 2015, "At The Source" found its perfect home in the closing credits of the 2018 major motion picture An Interview With God, where its meditative beauty resonated alongside the film’s profound themes. The song’s depth is further enriched by RichGBK’s stunning string and digital arrangement, showcasing his classical training and ability to craft emotionally immersive soundscapes. With its hushed elegance and reflective depth, this track invites listeners to pause, breathe, and embrace the quiet wisdom found in stillness.

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At The Source

Artwork by Vladimir Kush

Written 18 years ago.... is what I'll say in ten years.

I’ve been an addict all my life long
to games I can’t win and puzzles I can’t solve
It’s been some kind of sick fascination
to find myself in impossible situations 
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and this one is one of those
I’m a deep sea fish reaching for a desert rose
I’m a parking lot, hoping that a garden grows
I’m me and you’re you and my only way through is to divide by zero

you don’t like me much but I promise you this
if you knew me better you’d like me even less
If you could see what goes on in my thoughts
I think you’d personally lead the firing squad

but even though I wouldn’t agree
I’m so flawed, I’d assume I deserve it for something
this song just needs to be worthy of suffering 
I just want you to want something you can’t get anywhere except from me

It puts me out of sorts, but I think you’re my twin
and I ought to sue you for copyright infringement
but i’m sure at the court you’d have this winning defense:
my best is your ground floor, you do all I do and more, you’re improved at the core, so I’d best be out the door, with my obsolescence 
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but you don’t know the thing you’ve offered
for a minute my sadness has an object
before this it hung shapeless as fog upon me
Now it’s fenced in a daydream that I can keep and smother by slow degrees
(And I guess you'd call that "sorrow laundering")

so even if it’s been in your mind
and even if there were enough time
and even if it’s true, what I swear I have seen
what you’d have to do would split you at the seams
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it’d never be worth the risk
a dream gambled for so much less
just come clean, a daydream is all this is
some scene, from a movie we probably all saw as stupid kids

I’m sure you can tell most of this is an act
It can all go to hell, as a matter of fact
If I even thought this one could be solved
If I even thought the words could be carved
If I even thought I had something you want 
I’d ruin my life for those lottery odds.

Sorrow Laundering (Acoustic Demo)

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This song blends the intricate fingerstyle of classical guitar, inspired by Bach’s BWV 996, with the ethereal and melancholic warmth of Sufjan Stevens’ “Mystery of Love.” The melody flows gently, weaving an introspective and poetic narrative of love and longing, set against a serene, golden-hued landscape. Soft, emotional vocals complement the delicate instrumentation, creating an intimate, cinematic atmosphere. The song evokes a sense of nostalgia and quiet reflection, capturing fleeting moments of beauty and the bittersweet nature of time and memory.

Echoes of Time

Rearview

À contre courant

A new song......My story of my school years. I was generally happy in my life through grade three. But then came the 4th grade. Glasses provided some visual clarity , but what came with it ...the name calling ,bullying off and on through high school. Anxiety, introversion and shyness would be my shadows throughout. The chorus are thoughts which ruminated in my mind through high school graduation.My life did  not begin to turn around in a positive way until my first job then junior college. Music helped me along the way and has been a positive , driving force in my life until this day.

Lyrics:

My early story is a question to ponder 
Why am I here? What is this life?
Born in the year nineteen hundred and fifty-six
A small baby, held warmly in the kitchen light
I saw happy faces, they were mom and dad
A house full of laughter, a cradle of what I had
Toys on the floor, summers that felt like gold
A little world of comfort where the future hadn’t been told

At five I began school with new clothes and shoes
Learning to count, learning to sing the rules
Everyone smiling, other children’s hands to take
Recess like heaven, every friendship is at stake
Three years rolled on and more games to play
Little victories stack up day by day
There was a promise in pencils and in rhyme
I felt the world was steady in this careful time

Why am I here, with the sun on my skin?
What is this life, where do I begin?
Fifty-six questions humming softly in my mind
I’m looking for answers, just passing the time
Why am I here, when does this road unfold?
Born with a story, with hands to hold

Then grade four came in like a shorthand storm
Anxiety crept where the sunlight was warm
I couldn’t see the distance, the letters blurred and spun
My chest filled with questions I could not outrun
My teacher glanced over, eyes soft and kind
I sat in the back, quiet, with a restless mind
Not learning at the pace, the others seemed to keep
Just a kid with a secret, and the hurt buried deep


Then came the discovery, what a joy to see
Glass on my face and the world came free
Suddenly the print was a mountain I could climb
Colors had edges, and the clock kept time
But joy can be sudden and delicate as glass
“Hey four eyes”, the cruel words came to pass
Those years got lonelier, laughter thinned to gray
Anxiety and stress came quietly to stay
                                                                 
My first love was sweet and new
Playing games with a shy smile and trembling view
Learning became a ladder with some rungs too far
Teachers leaned in, tried to patch every scar
They noticed the lag, and called me aside
Offering extra patience, they walked me through the tide
Joined another class where the pace was kind
Holding on to something that I couldn’t find

I learned about courage in the classroom’s ordinary light
How to be small and still stand up in the night
Warm and loving family, their voices a thread
Holding up the questions that circled in my head
I practiced my letters like prayers to a door
Hoping each stroke would open something more
The world was both gentle and sharp with its knife
And every small survival felt like life

Now when I look back at that little room of toys
At the small boy learning how to love and make noise
I keep asking the questions, not always to solve
But to let the mysteries gently evolve
Why am I here?  Maybe to keep asking still
To meet the next sunrise on the top of a hill
Born in nineteen fifty-six, I carry the light
Fifty-six questions, and a will to write.


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Fifty-Six Questions

Seasons change how about you?
Sun goes up and then goes down 
The change is always so profound
Winter spring summer and fall 
Seasons make me shrug my shoulders up and down 
Colors change 
And so do our clothes
The weather changes 
Skibbity Ohio 
Is great this time of year 
I’ll be Dancing in the sun 
The warm sun on my skin 
Heading down to the bbq 
The food in the summer is bussin’ no cap 
Seasons change, how about you?
Sun goes up and then goes down 
The change is always so profound
Winter spring summer and fall 


Seasons C 07-25-25

Just writing down my thoughts and singing them out. Mostly self-taught & just putting something out there 🌎 🎙️🎹🎸🎼🎵🎶💚

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