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This is a song I wrote as the ending credits for a short film that was never fully funded. I retained all rights to my music, thankfully. The film was about a teenage boy and girl who are separated, and later find each other as adults. Listed in the lyrics section is the gist of the plot as I received it.
I hope you will enjoy . . .
Lead Guitar & Melodic Interpretation: Geoff Brown
Percussion: Steve Caustrita
Keyboards: Steve Caustrita
Guitars: Steve Caustrita
Bass: Steve Caustrita
© Smoke Cloud Studios 1998
© Smoke Cloud Entertainment 2010
I hope you will enjoy . . .
Lead Guitar & Melodic Interpretation: Geoff Brown
Percussion: Steve Caustrita
Keyboards: Steve Caustrita
Guitars: Steve Caustrita
Bass: Steve Caustrita
© Smoke Cloud Studios 1998
© Smoke Cloud Entertainment 2010
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Lyrics
A young teen boy, who is living with his stepfather and mother on a military base, lives a difficult life moving from base to base. Long-term friendships are impossible for the boy. His stepfather works long hours, and his alcoholic mother is emotionless to her sons needs. When, came an assignment to a new base. The mother, drunk becomes enraged with the news and wants to move back home to California. A soon divorce follows, but the boy chooses to stay with his stepfather.
The move came quick, and with good news, that this is a permanent assignment. Over the coming years many friends are made, but it is when a new family moves onto the base his life would change. A Hispanic teen-age girl with large almond shaped eyes approaches him, not yet over his ability to make friends with females, he stumbles through the introductions. Over the years a close friendship developed; with so much in common many hours are spent together.
On a cold winter day while in school two soldiers escort him away from the class. He is given the news that his stepfather was tragically killed. The base could no longer could be his home. Arrangements are made to leave of California to live with his mother, he takes some clothing, momentums, and a trunk belonging to his stepfather. The goodbye with the young lady was not easy, she weeps but he holds back the tears while embracing her.
California brings a new life, but the care of his mother is constant. Now in his mid thirties the years of alcohol consumption ends her life. A sad moment, yet a relief to the years of care giving. Weeks of mourning follow, but he knows he must begin to move on. While needing to decide what to keep of his mothers, an old footlocker is uncovered; it was his stepfathers he brought back from the military base as a teenager. Curious he opens the trunk to reveal its contents. He finds many memories of his teenage years, his stepfather kept books, toys and pictures belonging to him. This reaffirmed his choice to stay with him after the divorce. He see’s one picture in particular that catches his attention, damaged by age and moisture, he cuts of the damaged portion and slides it carefully into the picture area of his wallet, and continues with the cleanup.
Although having many close female relationships none ever were romantic. On a breezy spring day he decides to walk to visits his mother’s grave. He sees a flower shop and enters to make a purchase. With such a wide assortment of flowers he ask for assistance. The shop manager, a tall kind woman with dark flowing hair, answers his questions. A short conversation ensues, and then leaves to visit his mother’s grave. During his return the shop manager waves, he just looks at her and smiles, and continues walking home. Enjoying being out of the house, the walk to the cemetery becomes a regular event. The visits to the flower shop were now a usual stop. The short conversation with the shop manager, turned into long debates, laughter, and silence. Over the months a close friendship developed, with so much in common the spent many hours together.
The shop manager a divorced mother with a young daughter of her own, did not date. But something was different about him she thought, as she left for work. Later that afternoon the regular visit to the flower shop takes place. As usual they engaged in conversation, laughing, disagreeing, and silence. It is during that silence she asks him over for dinner with her daughter, father and sister. He turns to her and say’s yes, as he opens his wallet to get a piece of paper to write down the address, she burst into tears. He apologizes thinking he did something wrong. Still in tears she reaches into her purse and shows him an old picture she has carried for years; “that‘s me” he cries out! He holds up the picture from his wallet, and says, “I always thought it was you”. She asks, “How did you know?” He paused, then reply, “I Remember Your Eyes.”
(Closing Credits)
The move came quick, and with good news, that this is a permanent assignment. Over the coming years many friends are made, but it is when a new family moves onto the base his life would change. A Hispanic teen-age girl with large almond shaped eyes approaches him, not yet over his ability to make friends with females, he stumbles through the introductions. Over the years a close friendship developed; with so much in common many hours are spent together.
On a cold winter day while in school two soldiers escort him away from the class. He is given the news that his stepfather was tragically killed. The base could no longer could be his home. Arrangements are made to leave of California to live with his mother, he takes some clothing, momentums, and a trunk belonging to his stepfather. The goodbye with the young lady was not easy, she weeps but he holds back the tears while embracing her.
California brings a new life, but the care of his mother is constant. Now in his mid thirties the years of alcohol consumption ends her life. A sad moment, yet a relief to the years of care giving. Weeks of mourning follow, but he knows he must begin to move on. While needing to decide what to keep of his mothers, an old footlocker is uncovered; it was his stepfathers he brought back from the military base as a teenager. Curious he opens the trunk to reveal its contents. He finds many memories of his teenage years, his stepfather kept books, toys and pictures belonging to him. This reaffirmed his choice to stay with him after the divorce. He see’s one picture in particular that catches his attention, damaged by age and moisture, he cuts of the damaged portion and slides it carefully into the picture area of his wallet, and continues with the cleanup.
Although having many close female relationships none ever were romantic. On a breezy spring day he decides to walk to visits his mother’s grave. He sees a flower shop and enters to make a purchase. With such a wide assortment of flowers he ask for assistance. The shop manager, a tall kind woman with dark flowing hair, answers his questions. A short conversation ensues, and then leaves to visit his mother’s grave. During his return the shop manager waves, he just looks at her and smiles, and continues walking home. Enjoying being out of the house, the walk to the cemetery becomes a regular event. The visits to the flower shop were now a usual stop. The short conversation with the shop manager, turned into long debates, laughter, and silence. Over the months a close friendship developed, with so much in common the spent many hours together.
The shop manager a divorced mother with a young daughter of her own, did not date. But something was different about him she thought, as she left for work. Later that afternoon the regular visit to the flower shop takes place. As usual they engaged in conversation, laughing, disagreeing, and silence. It is during that silence she asks him over for dinner with her daughter, father and sister. He turns to her and say’s yes, as he opens his wallet to get a piece of paper to write down the address, she burst into tears. He apologizes thinking he did something wrong. Still in tears she reaches into her purse and shows him an old picture she has carried for years; “that‘s me” he cries out! He holds up the picture from his wallet, and says, “I always thought it was you”. She asks, “How did you know?” He paused, then reply, “I Remember Your Eyes.”
(Closing Credits)
egobandit
Im blown away gave me chills in some parts! Greatness my friend! Geoff is pullin out from deep inside too good!!!!!!!