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I didn’t intend doing another song for the challenge, but this popped up from nowhere, but when you’ve listened to it, you might say “You can’t be Sirius (serious)” LOL, but stick with it... it IS about space.
I initially wanted to do a song about Sirius when I did my other MJ Space CH.song
http://www.macjams.com/song/70581, because as I say in this poem/ monologue, I have always had an affinity with this blue star; it always caught my eye from being very young, when I would look at the stars with my Mother, through the bedroom window, as the sky lit up with what we thought at the time were fireworks, but sadly, it was the bombing of Liverpool that was lighting up the sky.
I looked for images of Sirius on the internet, but all I could find was a boring photo of a bluish light with rays coming from it; not a very inspiring image.
Hence i recalled how i’d first noticed the star and began writing. It then turned into this Monologue, which really is a true account (though much abbreviated) of small parts of my life and how I always seemed to look over my shoulder and the star was there, whenever nights were clear.
I really do wonder if mankind or some of Earths races, could have originally come from Sirius, because to back up my inner feelings, the Dogon tribe in Africa, who have no written language, have passed down knowledge mouth to mouth, of a time when they came from Sirius, which is also known as the ‘Dog Star’ (Dog = Dogon?). In fact I think they worship it as their true home.
I got the sounds; running, crackling fire and clock from Freesound., but I used the midi for the Plane and the air-raid siren, which even today gives me chills and slight feelings of panic...... I must have got the sound right, because I went a bit panicky and my eyes watered as I recorded it.
So do we return to our origins eventually? You need to listen to this to find out... OOOooooeeeeeeeeeooooooowwwwwwww!
(It’s strange how ‘Carina’, which sounds like a full orchestra was only four tracks in GB and yet this, ‘Sirius’, sounding so sparse with mainly just a clock and crackling fire, is eight tracks)
I initially wanted to do a song about Sirius when I did my other MJ Space CH.song
http://www.macjams.com/song/70581, because as I say in this poem/ monologue, I have always had an affinity with this blue star; it always caught my eye from being very young, when I would look at the stars with my Mother, through the bedroom window, as the sky lit up with what we thought at the time were fireworks, but sadly, it was the bombing of Liverpool that was lighting up the sky.
I looked for images of Sirius on the internet, but all I could find was a boring photo of a bluish light with rays coming from it; not a very inspiring image.
Hence i recalled how i’d first noticed the star and began writing. It then turned into this Monologue, which really is a true account (though much abbreviated) of small parts of my life and how I always seemed to look over my shoulder and the star was there, whenever nights were clear.
I really do wonder if mankind or some of Earths races, could have originally come from Sirius, because to back up my inner feelings, the Dogon tribe in Africa, who have no written language, have passed down knowledge mouth to mouth, of a time when they came from Sirius, which is also known as the ‘Dog Star’ (Dog = Dogon?). In fact I think they worship it as their true home.
I got the sounds; running, crackling fire and clock from Freesound., but I used the midi for the Plane and the air-raid siren, which even today gives me chills and slight feelings of panic...... I must have got the sound right, because I went a bit panicky and my eyes watered as I recorded it.
So do we return to our origins eventually? You need to listen to this to find out... OOOooooeeeeeeeeeooooooowwwwwwww!
(It’s strange how ‘Carina’, which sounds like a full orchestra was only four tracks in GB and yet this, ‘Sirius’, sounding so sparse with mainly just a clock and crackling fire, is eight tracks)
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Lyrics
Sirius.
Eeh! it was round about 1942, I was five or six years old,
While the fire in the hearth burned warm and bright,
Outside the nights were cold,
I’d stand at the bedroom window, counting stars on these clearest nights,
But one thing that always caught my eye, was that blue star shining bright.
In the evening dusk on those ‘nippy’ nights, as we played for the last half hour,
German Bombers overhead would drone,; everyone would cower,
We’d play at ‘Tag’ and ‘Tap-the-Latch’,
But the wailing sound of air-raid sirens would fill the night with fear,
Even when i heard that sound today, it still opens mental scars that sear,
To the air-raid shelters we’d all run and stay till the coast was clear,
Then we’d all emerge when the siren sounded, easing all our fear.
And as our breathing hung on the cold night air,
My bright blue star would appear.
Through the years when night time comes, on cloudless night I peer,
Toward the South and to the East, where the blue star draws me near,
I learned it’s name is ‘Sirius’; it strangely feels like home,
That feeling growing ever stronger, I feel it in my bones.
I’m getting older now and still, the blue star calls to me,
It’s getting stronger every year and it seems to follow me,
This closeness and affinity with a place that’s oh, so far,
It’s pulling on my senses so, i feel I know this star,
I also feel it knows me too, the older that I grow,
And I have this feeling when I die, to that star is where I’ll go
Now why’s the clock stopped?... And what’s that sound?
Why is the light all blue?.........Everything is going blurred,
And I can hear music too.
The room is full of this blue light; the same colour of that star
It’s ...er... like somebody threw a veil over everything I see,
....and there’s someone standing over there, beckoning me....
And I can just make out behind themmmm.....O my God!
It’s everyone I know..... they all ‘passed over’ years ago,
I think they’re wanting me to go... wanting me to go, go, to go gogogogo.....
Maurice Vizard Nov. 2011
Eeh! it was round about 1942, I was five or six years old,
While the fire in the hearth burned warm and bright,
Outside the nights were cold,
I’d stand at the bedroom window, counting stars on these clearest nights,
But one thing that always caught my eye, was that blue star shining bright.
In the evening dusk on those ‘nippy’ nights, as we played for the last half hour,
German Bombers overhead would drone,; everyone would cower,
We’d play at ‘Tag’ and ‘Tap-the-Latch’,
But the wailing sound of air-raid sirens would fill the night with fear,
Even when i heard that sound today, it still opens mental scars that sear,
To the air-raid shelters we’d all run and stay till the coast was clear,
Then we’d all emerge when the siren sounded, easing all our fear.
And as our breathing hung on the cold night air,
My bright blue star would appear.
Through the years when night time comes, on cloudless night I peer,
Toward the South and to the East, where the blue star draws me near,
I learned it’s name is ‘Sirius’; it strangely feels like home,
That feeling growing ever stronger, I feel it in my bones.
I’m getting older now and still, the blue star calls to me,
It’s getting stronger every year and it seems to follow me,
This closeness and affinity with a place that’s oh, so far,
It’s pulling on my senses so, i feel I know this star,
I also feel it knows me too, the older that I grow,
And I have this feeling when I die, to that star is where I’ll go
Now why’s the clock stopped?... And what’s that sound?
Why is the light all blue?.........Everything is going blurred,
And I can hear music too.
The room is full of this blue light; the same colour of that star
It’s ...er... like somebody threw a veil over everything I see,
....and there’s someone standing over there, beckoning me....
And I can just make out behind themmmm.....O my God!
It’s everyone I know..... they all ‘passed over’ years ago,
I think they’re wanting me to go... wanting me to go, go, to go gogogogo.....
Maurice Vizard Nov. 2011
ic42
mesmerized by the story telling, the wonderful pacing, perfectly placed sound effects (the drone of the plane and air raid sirens were perhaps a bit too realistic, drawing beads of sweat on me too as I listened.) And the poignant ending made me almost audibly say "no, don't go!"
Thank you for orbiting back for another offering, we are much richer with your gifts.
ttfn,
Drakonis