A songwriter naturally considers his last finished song to be one of his best - otherwise the song isn't finished. I wrote the following song at the beginning of October, echoing my feelings of how the summer and winter aren't productive seasons, but rather time which one has to survive. The music is very strong too. The song can be heard at my Soundclick page.
Seasons
Summer; and the languid sun tries to melt our limbs
Horizons shimmer in the heat, frustrating all our whims
Distractions come in so many forms and in so many ways
And so we wile away all the months and all the days
Weeks slip into weeks, slide through the undertow
Come the season’s end, there will be nothing to show
Winter; and the feeble sun fails to warm our souls
The squashed days cause an endless night at the northern pole
Cold drizzle is the constant companion and forces one
To seek shelter before one starts to get work done
Numbed fingers can’t grasp pencils; it’s too hard to write
Ships crash in the fog when there’s too little light
But when the thaw comes, our minds rise and shine
Ripening in the spring time
And in the autumn we reap what we’ve sown
All year
Seasons flow across the year, always bringing change
Shifting all our attitudes as they wax and wane
The idyll time is a compromise between them all
Though who knows how we would behave should the climate fall
Warm waters, the gulf stream keeps an even keel
The seasons have control on how the body feels
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