Moving Staircase [song lyric]
HERE’S A SONG I JUST COMPLETED. It’s been lying incomplete “in a drawer” for a while. The title is “Moving Staircase”. It’s a metaphor about the importance of communication and its failure in relationships (especially in relation to letting the fallout from old hurts from the past — what I call “strange yesterdays” — interfere in the present). Six verses, two refrains and a vocal bridge. A Living-Room Video of this song is coming tomorrow! Here are the lyrics:
Here I stand with my feet on the ground,
working out when to go
up the stairway which seems heaven-bound.
Doubting, how will we know?
Looking up all those stairs to the sky
Silhouettes fill the scene.
They’re the winged ones whose failure to fly
took them out of my dream.
[Refrain]
On these long moving
stairs I’ve been grooving
with no words to prove or rephrase.
If you climb here are you
being sincere? Please don’t bring
all your strange yesterdays
Trippin’ up all the way to the top
on the stairs to the sun.
If they sense there’ll be jade aftershock,
wonder then if they’ll run.
You stuck on 2 and here’s me stood on 3.
I’ll pull you up with my hand.
Hoped you’d climb on my stair gracefully;
stubbornly there you stand.
[Bridge]
That’s just a scheme
’Cause you don’t want to be
where the heat makes a mark on your skin.
So I tread time on
this staircase of mine
while I wait for some flames to begin
Now I stand with my gun here on show;
spinning chamber of one.
In the stairwell, a lifetime below —
ancient ladders and rungs.
There’s a place on the edge of the sun
where the heat meets the light.
If these stairs to the stars can be strung
they’ll bring day to this night.
[Refrain]
On these long moving
stairs I’ve been grooving
with no words to prove or rephrase
If you climb here are you
being sincere. Please don’t bring
all your strange yesterdays
.
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© Alan Morrison, 2015
The Naked Troubadour 