The song is called Grey Cat (or котику Сіренький in Ukrainian), and is a collaboration between Shower of Owls and Tiana Podpora. It is a lullaby with Ukrainian lyrics written by Tiana Podpora. Cover art by Tiana Podpora. #Ukraine

Grey Cat (with Tiana Podpora)

Blue Sands

Gospel hymn with text written by Hans Henry Peterson (1835-1909), set to original music

I’m a Pilgrim, I’m a Stranger

Collaboration between Shower of Owls (music, backing vocals) and Caught in a Moment (lyrics, vocals). Mixed and mastered by Marcus Bently.

Check out Caught in a Moment’s awesome music on SoundCloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/vub6Lsd4oVsSpbec6

(Thank you Natalie!)

Pot of Gold (collaboration with Caught in a Moment)

Cover of a song by #TheCure who are one of my favorite bands and the first concert I ever attended! Robert Smith wrote the lyrics based on the story in a children’s book also titled Charlotte Sometimes, written by English author Penelope Farmer.

Thanks to Caught in a Moment for her wonderful backing vocals on this song that added the perfect dreamlike touch! Check out her music at https://on.soundcloud.com/a162CQaAuD2DujRP7

Charlotte Sometimes (cover)

In All Sincerity

Original music composition and vocal arrangement by Shower of Owls.

Lyrics written by Orson F. Whitney (1855-1931), as published in the Hymn book of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. There are many historical references in the text to the Latter-day Saint Pioneers (which include some of my ancestors) after their arduous trek across the United States in the 1800s to settle in Utah - previously called Deseret; as well as scriptural references to the writings of the Old Testament prophet Isaiah (Isaiah 2:2-3, 51:3): https://history.churchofjesuschrist.org/landing/pioneers?lang=eng


The wintry day, descending to its close,
Invites all wearied nature to repose,
And shades of night are falling dense and fast,
Like sable curtains closing o’er the past.
Pale through the gloom the newly fallen snow
Wraps in a shroud the silent earth below
As tho ’twere mercy’s hand had spread the pall,
A symbol of forgiveness unto all.

I cannot go to rest, but linger still
In meditation at my windowsill,
While, like the twinkling stars in heaven’s dome,
Come one by one sweet memories of home.
And wouldst thou ask me where my fancy roves
To reproduce the happy scenes it loves,
Where hope and memory together dwell
And paint the pictured beauties that I tell?

Away beyond the prairies of the West,
Where exiled Saints in solitude were blest,
Where industry the seal of wealth has set
Amid the peaceful vales of Deseret,

Unheeding still the fiercest blasts that blow,
With tops encrusted by eternal snow,
The tow’ring peaks that shield the tender sod
Stand, types of freedom reared by nature’s God.
The wilderness, that naught before would yield,
Is now become a fertile, fruitful field.
Where roamed at will the fearless Indian band,
The templed cities of the Saints now stand.
And sweet religion in its purity
Invites all men to its security.
There is my home, the spot I love so well,
Whose worth and beauty pen nor tongue can tell.


Note:
Here’s a link where you can listen to the original music for the hymn, composed by Edward P. Kimball (1882-1937) https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/manual/hymns/the-wintry-day-descending-to-its-close?lang=eng

The Wintry Day, Descending to Its Close

Cover of the song Hey Kid by the band Family of the Year.

Artwork by my son.

Hey Kid (cover)

My take on a classic by #WillieNelson, and also covered by the #PetShopBoys. It’s a #rock version that sounds best on a car stereo while driving.

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