LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #34: “My Rocketship, ‘Apocalypse’”. Here’s another raw video of a song I just wrote. It’s just a very personal (if somewhat surrealistic) take on some old situations and their consequences in my life, and my being freed from them. It contains 4 verses, 4 refrains and a vocal bridge. (There will also be an article related to this on my new website specially designed for articles later this month, entitled “Truth Attracts Lies & We All Know Why!”). I hope that it speaks [sings] to you. Living-Room Videos are made of songs I just wrote. They are not professional grade but raw and acoustic, filmed on a webcam in my living-room. If this was in a live concert, there would be a full band, synthesizer and orchestral instruments. Here are the lyrics:
Went down to my basement
to check on the state of my lonely soul.
There I found a replacement —
a gift from above, like an embryo.
It’s growing now; I don’t know how.
It’s not from this world.
My spirit sings — it’s time for Spring.
My true self unfurled —
the old self was hurled;
I was shaken and stirred.
Went into the rafters;
I needed to check on my new design.
My travel hereafter
was under protection from heaven’s shine.
My rocketship, “Apocalypse”,
designed over years —
so intricate, it’s retrofit,
propelled through the spheres —
this world will soon disappear.
Since all around us will soon be dissolved,
It’s foolish to cling to what’s seen.
Better to find out what lies just beyond
rather than stay in this dream.
Although I was broken —
my heart scratched by beings with poison-claws —
through time, I’ve awoken,
(my angels worked hard) now my spirit soars.
Now I’m back in gear; no dark to fear
I’ve seen through its haze.
It’s time to share; I’ve been repaired.
My heart is ablaze —
It’s not just a phase;
I’m forever amazed.
Spring leaps from the shadows;
its light just a promise of more to come.
Fed (watered) by rainbows,
my late summer in winter has just begun.
Replenish me; God’s gifts are free.
I’ll share round this sphere.
I’m not alone, under Your throne;
I will persevere;
whether dark comes, or clear.
© Alan Morrison, 2019