Music, more often than not, is about a moment. It happens only once in a song and thats why, no matter how many times you would have tried, this is the one.  One of my fave vocals of yours captured right here. Most of my vocals used on my finished songs are the guides. They seem to have it, whatever it may be. I feel like I am listening to you live, in a local country hostelry. Open fire blazing away on a cold winters night. Probably munching away, quietly, on a bag of dry roasted peanuts. Wonderful song, delivered with a fine touch and lovely warm comforting vocal.

Beautiful simple song to carry the dense great lyrics. Agree, sometimes take one is the one :)

i love this song very much.( and the story of creating too))❤

This is just so impressive, your vocal here kinda reminded me of Roger Waters, I'm honestly just so impressed 👏👏👏👏

one of the extraordinary things about your songs and delivery is that your songs are familiar without being derivative - like something I want to hear but haven't yet - or something

I'd be more than chuffed, its really very good indeed.  I love that picking pattern and the singing is really superb.

Great song mate, beautifully played and sung.

I found myself scribbling furiously in my little spotty book.  

Messed about with a couple of simple chords and picking patterns and thought I'd grab a quick one-track take to see if it all hung together.

I was quite chuffed - it seemed to fit - got all the way through on one live take too, albeit with plenty of clangers, twangs, tangled fingers, buzzing strings and missed chord changes.  That's pretty darned good going for me.

Every subsequent attempt to improve was, of course, rubbish. 

So here you have before you my flash/bang song writing and recording effort in the raw - no edits no eq.  If it was beer or bread, then over here it would be labelled "artisan" and would command a price premium.

That's my story and I'm sticking with it.

Enjoy.  :)

The End of Time

Not far now, for us to go.
Down our evolutionary road.
Lights flickering out, truth be told.
Not far now, for us to go.
Crawling slowly to the certain end.
Following the neon signs ahead.
Grip my hand for comfort, ancient friend.
Crawling slowly to the certain end.

But when stars coalesce to one celestial diamond,
When infinity’s ticking clock calls midnight’s chime,
When my spirit meets its own event horizon,
I’ll be smiling there, to greet the end of time.
	
Gauge our progress on the ground.
Bible parables everywhere are found.
Pestilence, poverty, injustice all abound.
Gauge our progress on the ground.
No archangels lead our cause.
The thieves that rape the game steal ever more.
With their plague of fixers, liars, cheats and whores,
No archangels lead our cause.

But when stars coalesce to one celestial diamond,
When infinity’s ticking clock calls midnight’s chime,
When my spirit meets its own event horizon,
I’ll be smiling there, to greet the end of time.

Lay our morals down and quit the fight.
Can’t defer the descent into night.
Close our eyes, imagining the light.
Lay our morals down and quit the fight.
Nowhere now, for us to go.
They’re digging up our evolutionary road.
Lights have flickered out, it’s turning cold.
Nowhere now, for us to go.

But when stars coalesce to one celestial diamond,
When infinity’s ticking clock calls midnight’s chime,
When my spirit meets its own event horizon,
I’ll be smiling there, to greet the end of time.

When our universe collapses back to elementary birth
When truth, faith, hope and charity intertwine
To fuse a light too bright for any darkness on this earth
I’ll be smiling there to greet the end of time.

Photo by Usukhbayar Gankhuyag on Unsplash

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