Winters' Lament (May 2013) by Telluride Music published on 2013/05/29 03:20:05 +0000 A simplified reworking of a previously recorded song. Guitar and vocals were recorded live and on a single track. Whistling was recorded in a garage for it's acoustical qualities. No effects were used. "The reverend was a simple man He paid his dues, he plowed his land He woke up at the crack of dawn That Sunday. He brushed his teeth He combed his hair He stepped outside And breathed in the air The Sun felt bright and warm Upon his face. Across the tracks in another town Another man looked to the ground Through the fog of another Endless, sleepless night He closed his eyes and he saw a dream He'd had when he was seventeen Then he loaded up his gun And checked his sight. It's time to put your robes on, Mr. Winters Cast away the darkness with the light It's hard to feel the sunshine in the winter And you cannot hear the songbirds in the night. Just a word and a look And the reverend raised his book Shots rang out as pages filled the air Holy scriptures fluttered down And scattered softly on the ground Someone in the choir broke down and cried. The man from Troy descended For the pastor's life had ended The blood that stained the pulpit looked like wine The bread that now lay still Though it rises in the by and by Has anybody seen his kids and wife? It's time you paid the boatman, Mr. Winters Your chariot awaits you in the sky The angels sing a song for you The sun is high, the sky is blue Today you look your maker in the eye..."