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THIS IS THE OLDEST SURVIVNG SONG IN THE MACJAMS ARCHIVES! It was the 100th song submitted, my first MJ submission, but the earlier 99 have all been deleted or rendered unplayable due to format changes. Thanks for keeping the archives alive.
Wanting to stetch the boundaries of storytelling music, using clips and whatnot, I tried to capture the expectations and worry of life-changes in this song. Forge A New life - Part I is a song about fleeing an Eastern Europen country during Soviet occupation. But it's also about divorce and many other difficult escapes in my life. I have often had this nightmare/memory of standing across the street from my home watching my former life yet being unable to live it. I juxtapose the music as a way of explaining the undertow of expectation and artifice.
Forge A New Life - Part 2 is also posted, in case you want to keep listening...
Wanting to stetch the boundaries of storytelling music, using clips and whatnot, I tried to capture the expectations and worry of life-changes in this song. Forge A New life - Part I is a song about fleeing an Eastern Europen country during Soviet occupation. But it's also about divorce and many other difficult escapes in my life. I have often had this nightmare/memory of standing across the street from my home watching my former life yet being unable to live it. I juxtapose the music as a way of explaining the undertow of expectation and artifice.
Forge A New Life - Part 2 is also posted, in case you want to keep listening...
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Lyrics
FORGE A NEW LIFE - PART 1
He stands there
across the wide road.
Just stands there,
looking in the window.
Every step from the subway to this very spot
he has counted them all. Open up my life.
He can't move on, one step closer and he's lost.
He can't turn away, take his life and turn it off.
What's behind the drawing curtain?
What's beyond the shadows cast?
Memories we know for certain.
Futures that will come to pass.
Working late every night, waiting for the right time,
hiding papers in an unlocked drawer,
slowly forging...
Forge a new life.
Forge a new life.
You, there... Do you have the right papers?
Are they correctly authorized?
Do you have the proper identification?
Where do you intend on going?
See the borders of your life.
At the boundaries of the world,
there's a man who checks your face.
If you're not who he expects
then your name's erased without a trace.
There I... at the gate.
There I... waiting.
There I... at the gate.
Do I... pass?
What's behind the drawing curtain?
What's beyond the shadows cast?
Memories we know for certain;
Futures that will come to pass.
Working late every night, waiting for the right time,
hiding papers under lock and key.
Lock and key.
Forge a new life.
Forge a new life.
He stands there
across the wide road.
Just stands there,
looking in the window.
Every step from the subway to this very spot
he has counted them all. Open up my life.
He can't move on, one step closer and he's lost.
He can't turn away, take his life and turn it off.
What's behind the drawing curtain?
What's beyond the shadows cast?
Memories we know for certain.
Futures that will come to pass.
Working late every night, waiting for the right time,
hiding papers in an unlocked drawer,
slowly forging...
Forge a new life.
Forge a new life.
You, there... Do you have the right papers?
Are they correctly authorized?
Do you have the proper identification?
Where do you intend on going?
See the borders of your life.
At the boundaries of the world,
there's a man who checks your face.
If you're not who he expects
then your name's erased without a trace.
There I... at the gate.
There I... waiting.
There I... at the gate.
Do I... pass?
What's behind the drawing curtain?
What's beyond the shadows cast?
Memories we know for certain;
Futures that will come to pass.
Working late every night, waiting for the right time,
hiding papers under lock and key.
Lock and key.
Forge a new life.
Forge a new life.
hey, thought this was top notch... I don't know if you're familiar with
Alejandro Escovedo, but this reminded me a lot of some of his stuff.
Normally, he's in the alternative country genre (with lots of strings), but he's
also written a musical called "By the Hand of the Father" which I think you
might be interested in.
Anyway, bravo! Enjoyed it immensely.
cisneros2