i do not know how to credit this
really it is
Black Margaret and All Gods Children
though i wrote the song and lyric.
the chorus is missing - it has the right music structure
which i had no clue
but is an inverted adelweies
the "feel of the lyric is with dumbed down words
this always will hurt the performance
which is a live practice
[ i miss this way of practice recording - it works the best]
- but i did not have words then and still do not - so i am all over it
and at one pint i feel like
i sound like
bill murray in a lounge act"
this was recorded in 2004
after i had recorded the song by myself
acoustic and electric
with probably tons of other lyric and feels the week prior
along with 20 other songs.
i am finding all of those
Dane Hale on drum kit
Lee Milton on bass
Chris Mayes on hollow body telecaster - slide /rhythm
Ramsie Shick - vocals and my 5 switch telecaster proper and signature part.
i have no idea what to say this is
it is a reminiscent song
a being in a hard place.
at the end there was n intended
tag line i did not sing -
"with a little grace - in the morning you'll forget
about me …"
i had thought i might put in there
but i felt reluctant and am glad i chose not to do that.
i just wanted the nice ness of being able to start again in the morning.
being at any time if this is possible thought
"walking through the verses was brutal to me
many did not understand- even myself to be fair -
that i was singing about very brutal
states of being
real life experience
with songs which are not
"matching that" in sound andfury
sort of soft rage
as others' did
however that was not my goal
i was happy to be able to lift a guitar
twitch an eye move a thumb
© Copyright Ramsie Shick
i think lee and dan and chris fit so sweet on this
that is why i stopped singing in this song
and there is just a long interlude
i didn't know what to do
and it was actually so easy to play
compared to so many of these
"groovebusters i had written my whole life"
not sure how to explain that.
I'm coming at this through a window out into the coming already-too-hot spring that will no doubt lead into a too-hot summer with less rain than I wish for. The light flares in the oxalis and angel wing begonia like it knows the beat of this winnowing. It's so pure. There's so much emotion here. You were a part of this community and now you are gone, and your essence is here and I get to feel it for the very first time after hearing so much about you. You write like my chosen mother did before she died. You sound like her. I didn't ever get to hear her sing but she had that same sultry voice, too many cigarettes and vodka. I hope wherever you are and whatever you are doing it's something you wanted. I wish I had known you, thanks for leaving your soul here for this old rambler to capture in an evening mason jar, just long enough to enjoy the glow. I released it after.
i confess, i have this song stuck in my mind. i've clicked on it many times in the aloneness over the years.
mon dieu...what a godsmack of talent. this is so moving...smokey....lulling....it brings me to near tears [cause i hear this through a foggy window, full of reminiscence, and willows, and silence, and long ago&almost there....]
missing this level of together. some moments in those old recordings are beyond words - 'dane' hale