From the recording Ding Ding (MP3)
MP3 file - The melancholic grind of the work-a-day world escaped in brief periods of elation
Music and lyrics: James Fredrickson
Vocals: Amy Foote, www.amymichellefoote.com
Keys, bass, drums: James Fredrickson
Recorded at Folded Napkin Studios, Vallejo, CA
with mobile recording in San Francisco, CA
Engineering, mixing: James Fredrickson
Produced by James Fredrickson
Artwork: www.SaylerDW.com
Original images: iko/Shutterstock, ecco3d/Shutterstock, Ian Schofield/Shutterstock, Vladimir Wrangel/Shutterstock, IronFlame/Shutterstock, Valentina Razumova/Shutterstock, VAlex/Shutterstock, Vadim Sadovski/Shutterstock, agsandrew/Shutterstock,
Lyrics
Ding ding ding
dong dong dong
time keeps passing, what have I, I ever done
go to work to pay the rent and then what just get by
ding ding
dong dong
bells ring time, let’s go drifting in the moonlight
strolling in the park, no cares anywhere
fragrant air, come on let’s bask in the sun, it’s so inviting
hallucinations bloom above, flutter, softly down
take my hand, we’ll step up into the sky, and off we go
slip into abyss of melancholy, pulls you down,
a world of pain that never seems to end
ding ding
dong dong
waves of time roll through me and swirl my mind
schizophrenic, of hope, collapse too
gray skies being is all too familiar, look up
the sun is bright and is my anodyne
ding ding
dong dong
clocks bend time away from perception
ev’rywhere we look shadows bend the light
darkness shines mutations creasing the sky in origami
a new reality unfolds in ways new to humankind
triangles change into spirals, embrace each hue
time keeps passing what do I, I really care
make my peace to be in each, each moment all so clear
ding ding
dong dong
ding ding
time goes
ringing
dong dong
©2017 James D. Fredrickson, Jr.