Thoughts... DLB

...(the full title of this song is: "Thoughts on the Alchemy of Time and Memory... for David Louis Borne... inspired by the reading of the 23rd Psalm at his graveside; and a blue heron in flight..."

we laid him down in green pastures

just like the Good Shepherd said...

with the earth opened up to receive him

blood red roses at his head...

even the sky could not hold back her tears

my lips were still, but for the tremble...

I felt my whole world shift, as my heart took lift ...

in a hymn heartfelt and humble

...

I looked hard for the reason

the gift in what had been taken from me

what good in God's name can come from his pain?

hell, even Jesus lived to be thirty three...

I turned away, shaking my head,,,

leaving him and his guitar behind

knowing in my heart, though it felt like lead

glden memories would remain and shine...

(shine... shine... shine on...)

...

golden memories I'll share... I'll share and spendi and save

and when my throat clears, I'll sing so loud he'll hear

and perhaps n time I'll join him there...

until then it will be, for him to come to me;

when I close my eyes and see...

him shining so bright, burning with inner light

on the bridge from here to eternity...

(...shine on...shine... shine on...)

...

we laid him down in green pastures

just like the Good Shepherd said...

    ...well... second time through for this post... the first one vanished (along with lengthy commentary) when I tried to scroll up to proof read... Dave died in a crossroads car crash one foggy night en route to see his gal... when I stood at his open casket with his mother at my side; she remarked on the guitar pick a musical friend had laid on his chest: "he'll appreciate that, his guitar is in there with him..."... not visible, however... a custom made telecaster style electric guitar, by Don Carter of Mid Town Music, Sarnia; Dave's hometown. I pent a quiet hour with my old friend the following day before they closed the casket and carried on with service and internment. I begged Dave for some sort of 'sign' that I should rescue the guitar from it's fate and secrete it in the trunk of my sister's car, borrowed for the trip. Of course, no such sign was coming from my dead friend. Driving home, a heron swooped so low over the windshield I thought surely we would collide. Instead, a song... Pat LaBarbera lays down a soulful sax solo on the recording, one of several musicians producer Andy Pryde brought in to finish the session in Toronto. Andy has been of great assistance on everything I've recorded this century. He even got Dave  this track posthumously, blending some licks from a former recording. love to all, d.

 

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