I don't usually try to promote stuff here. However, I'm enjoying Neal Morse's "new other band". They are called Flying Colors. Formed by drummer Mike Portnoy, who is quite good. He & Neal have been playing together for a while [first in TransAtlantic, another "super-group", then on all of Neal's Prog solo discs]. I'm really stuck on track 4....
The Storm
There was a time
When my life was easy
Stretched out in the sun
Everything was clover
The world was
off my shoulders
for awhile
But then the sky turned
a bomb fire shade
And hit me
like a gun
It passed
with flying colors
There's no flying
over...
The storm...
We will dance
as it breaks
The storm...
It will give
as it takes
And all
of our pain is washed away
Don't cry
or be afraid
Some things
only
can be made
In the storm
Sometimes we get swept away
We're
forced to take the change
The desert gives you comfort
You can't stay here
all your wounded life
Underneath is the tempest rage
Your secrets come undone
When mountains need movin'
Let me help you through
it
The storm...
We will dance as it breaks
The storm...
Comes as fast as it fades
And all
of our pain is washed away
Don't cry or be afraid
Some things only
can be made
In the storm
All your secrets come undone
Every web you've ever spun
All your secrets come undone
Let'em go
Let it come...
The storm...
We will dance as it breaks
The storm...
Gives you more than it takes
And all
of our pain is washed away
Stare chaos in the face
We need only to embrace
Don't cry
or be afraid
Some things
only
can be made
In the storm
I've been writing....just not posting much anywhere. Lately I'm pondering putting some writings on here about Good Friday.
till next time...
B
Thursday, March 29, 2012
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