This is one of those songs that came on me like I
was having an out of body experience - in subject's body. Very emotional.
Really scary. I remember crying and
falling to the floor with a yellow pad and pencil and wrote the song word
for word as I saw it play out in front of me.- it really felt like I was
there.
A couple of months later I was working on a first draft in the
editing room with the headphones on at the new boffostudio.com about 3:00 am - I thought how cool
it would be to have bag pipes playing during the bridge, but I was really
tired. I hit the wall and was going for some need rack time. When I
got up to the bed room I could hear music, so I marched back down stairs
thinking I had left something on. All the gear was off in editing and
in the control room. So I went back up to brush my teeth - and there
it was again - music playing. I thought maybe the dude next door left
his car radio on - checked - nothing. Then I opened the bathroom window
- poked my head out - it was
pouring buckets - and out side I could clearly hear music coming from the
out there in the 32 acre park which sits next to the studio... So I
got dressed again, got the camera and headed outtside.
I put the camcorder in a plastic bag, good thing too because I
slipped and slid down the hill . Earlier that day the park was flooded.
As I got up I looked down the length and could see 3 figures standing in the
rain around the park's only picnic table - one of them was playing the bag
pipes! Yup - pouring rain - 3:15 AM. I could not believe my eyes
but it was real. I got right over there and a very pretty
woman with strawberry blonde hair addressed me first saying "Hi Rick".
I had never seen her before, I wondered who she was. Along side her
was a guy with a great dread thing going on - he had a trumpet, but was not
playing. The bag piper was playing Amazing Grace - and without
hesitation I asked if I could record him playing for the song. He said
"yes." Sometimes Devine massagers are in the park at 3:20 AM you've
just got to put your paints on to go see and hear it.
Title:
Far Below
Words & Music by: Rick Denzien
He says pass me that cigarette
This picture is worn – but they sure look cute
Pretty little ones, pretty wife - what can I tell them?
Wrap ‘em all together in a single chute
What is he saying? It’s cold inside
Staring past the ribs of this grey - dead bird
Why is he praying? Why? – what can he tell us?
See the blast - feel the shock - this is so absurd
And the voices drown in the engines roar
When I finally fall – I will see it all – so far below
When I finally fall – I could loose it all – so far below
Little window looking out like a TV
They’re playing in the yard
They’ll never know where, where, where I did go
Cause getting back there is pretty hard
Is there peace in this time of war?
This kind of war?
When I finally fall – I will see it all – so far below
When I finally fall – I could loose it all – so far
Latch the broken ring to a silver cord – and the door will open wide
Light is green – black smoke – hanging
But I never learned to fly
I will die thinking of you – I’m thinking of you yeah Ahhhh
Pretty little ones, pretty wife - what will I tell them? x 4
When I finally fall – I will see it all
When I finally fall – I will see it all
Oh……
Ó MMIX to date Rick Denzien / Slot 1 Entertainment, Inc.,
(ASCAP) all rights reserved
The Players:
Drums: Anton Fig
Bass: Kjell Benner
Electric Guitar: Alan James
Acoustic Guitar: Rick Denzien
Lead Vocals: Rick Denzien
B3 Organ: Howie Q. Gordon III
Backing Vocals: Debra Lee -
Lyra
Project
Bag Pipes:
Oisin Hayes
Arranged, Recorded, Mixed: Rick Denzien & David Ivory
Produced by: Rick Denzien
Studio:www.BoffoStudio.com
Label: Slot-1