Name: Saviour On The Run by Picture This
Duration: 3 min 14 s
Description: Written in 1975 as part of the Musical Production 'Obsevations Of A Roman Soldier'.....Words by Joyce Pollard and Music and Performance by Paul Frost.

Ever have one of those times where you're feeling chilled and fine and all is good, and then... it's not? Well, that's what this is about.

Turbulence

A toxic relationship told from the narrative perspective of being lost on a deserted Island.

Lyrics:

Salt burns my lips to silence,
The sun with rage and violence.
The sky bleeds red
With words left unsaid.
 
Captain, you swore you'd never let go.
You vowed that we’d sail through sun and shadow.
I’m left on this shore with my heart so hollow
And I am alone,
Forever alone.

Hunger gnaws my bones
thirst cracks my skin
I drift between dreams
and darkness closing in

Captain, you promised that I’d never drown,
But this island just smiles as it pulls me down.
I trace in the sand all the maps that you drew,
But tides take the lines 
And any hope too.

Beyond the horizon, I thought I saw sails,
A promise of rescue, but faith always fails.
The waters know driftwood and battles and wars,
The sea keeps its secrets, the wind tells me yours.

Captain, you promised that I’d never starve,
But the sun burns my skin, with my lips turning hard.
I trace in the sand the maps that you drew,
But the waves wash away
the memory of you.

My soul cracks with whispers, horizon a blur,
A shadow that lingers, while you sail with her.
I’m lost to the silence, the sun, and the cold,
Captain, you left me, and now I let go.

The Island

China girl ( Cover / Reprise )

Microwestern:

i. Oil.
ii. Tumbleweeds.
iii. Miner.
iv. Armadillo.
v. The Exchange.
vi. Medicine.
vii. Scorpion.
viii. Rock Slide.
ix. Snake.
x. Scorpions.
xi. The Desert.

Directions in music by Naïve Composer and Matt Hedges.

Recorded in December, 2021.

(Go to my YouTube channel (Matthew Norsa) and search for 'Microwestern' to see the full album artwork.)

Microwestern

In the heart of the darkness of the night, when shadows triumph over light, it is only and only He who is the savior. Who else could be the solace to that afflicted wanderer of the night, fleeing from mankind, dragging themselves limply to a desolate ruin?

The moonlight, when present, leaves no distance defenseless. It shines. And it is He who, in the critical moment of shadow's dominance, is present—even if the defenseless and bewildered wanderer fails to find it within the span of a single glance.

For the savior, and for the truth—for sound, like moonlight, endures forever.

Kianoush Kouroshi

The Moonlight

The Wrongware Factory - Short Movie main theme. Now on Fetchflix

In order to make new friends, the new president of a small and idiocratic country decided to create a new agency called the Government Office of Optimized Failure, the GOOF, which is staffed by a bunch of 12 years old kids having the title of Government Office Overpaid Fools, the GOOFys and headed by an asparagus grower, who thinks he’s a genius. The GOOF is some kind of factory helping the government to creates chaos and uncertainties within the government until it implodes for the benefits of the plutocrats. Guess who will survive?

“This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. And for those who did not get it, Fetchflix TV is also fictitious.”

Music: Syrel 
Photography: Meta AI

Musical notes: The wonderful main theme composed by Theodore Shapiro for Severence was somewhat my source of inspiration. I wanted my theme dystopic, simple and complex at the same time.

The Wrongware Factory

I don’t know if it’s a thrill ride or major car wreck🤔🤔

Simple Simon

The broken heart of a girl sitting at the piano, trying to free the tears but nothing comes. The rain fills the air with comfort letting her know its ok to cry.

the Rain

Written in 1975 as part of the Musical Production 'Obsevations Of A Roman Soldier'.....Words by Joyce Pollard and Music and Performance by Paul Frost.

Saviour On The Run

Rosie 

Rosie sleeps
On the streets tonight
Concrete for her bed
Cardboard wrapped
Around her feet
Tucked up in her bed.

Rosie dreams of Hollywood
An actress in her head
Rosie dreams of being warm
Just like your kids.

Rosie’s cool
Rosie’s cool
Rosie’s cool
Sleeping on the streets.

(Soft — ambient street sounds, subtle chords)
(Let the listener sit with Rosie’s world)

Rosie walks the
Beat tonight
Down to Circular Quay
Greets the folks that no one knows
I’m glad that she knows me.

Caught her taking time out at
Harry’s de Wheels
Talking to all those Navy blokes
Late night beer feeds.

[Chorus 2]
Rosie’s cool
Rosie’s cool
No one cares
No one cares
Rosie’s cool
Sleeping on the streets.

No one cares... (repeat softly and fade)

Rosie hums an old Crowded House tune
By a boarded shopfront light
Spins a tale to passers-by
About a role she almost got right.

She carries all her memories
In a bag worn through and thin
But her smile still breaks the morning
Like the Harbour breaks the wind.

Rosie’s cool
Rosie’s cool
Rosie’s cool
Sleeping on the streets.

No one sees
No one sees
The woman underneath.


“Don’t dream it’s over,”
She says with a grin—
Then turns her face
To the cold and the wind.

Saviour On The Run

Picture This

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