The Naked Troubadour

“Hole in My Ozone Layer” [new music video]

Posted on Jun 2, 2020 Updated on Jun 2, 2020

🎬 LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #50: “Hole in My Ozone Layer” 🎬 Here is a song I just wrote. It’s a kind of “morality tale” (the only way I can put it) — about a lesson I learned (and am still learning, and probably always will be learning this side of the big transition). It needs some intense strings really. But here it is with just me on my ownsome and my wife (guitar) accompanying. Hoping it resonates. Here are the lyrics:

I’ve been sensing there is something wrong
in the space around my skin.
So I thought that I would write this song
just to make some sense within.
It’s a gaping hole that should be filled
but it never seems to heal.
For on those foundations I could build
a construction that is real.
.
I sent a message to the Doctor
who lives way beyond the sky,
just to hear him give the answer for
my important question why.
He just looked and gave a knowing smile
and he never said a word.
Then I saw behind him on a sign:
“Fulfilled dreams can be deferred”.
.
[Refrain]
There’s a fissure in my ozone layer
that’s been long the subject of my prayer
but I only get a “not yet” down the line.
“Should I take that as a no”, I said,
“just give up — accept that hole instead?”
But the answer was, “Just wait; there’ll be a sign”.
.
I’ve tried everything to fill that hole;
some were bad, and some were good.
There were none I found which could console,
or which the sands of time withstood.
I’ve tried food and travelling round the globe
to pretend that it isn’t there.
Into danger I have foolly strode —
no misgivings, not a care.
.
When your ozone layer’s punctured by
something stabbing at your heart,
then there’s nothing which will satisfy
either wholly or in part.
For there is only one repair kit
sanctioned to fill in that rift.
So, I’ll just have to grin and bear it;
then maybe I’ll receive that gift.
.
[Refrain]
There’s a fissure in my ozone layer
that’s been long the subject of my prayer
but I only get a “not yet” down the line.
“Should I take that as a no”, I said,
“just give up — accept that hole instead?”
But the answer was, “Just wait; there’ll be a sign”.
.
Well now, the moral of this story
isn’t hard to understand
For if you think you’ll find your glory
in this never-never-land,
you’ll be mainly disenchanted
and your hopes will oft be wrecked.
Filled-in holes are rarely granted —
for by testings we are checked.

© Alan Morrison, 2020