This week’s entry is track five from our Evening From Hillcrest album. This Lonesome Dark deals with a sensitive issue we often skirt around - depression, and where one is so lost they take their own lives.
This week’s poem is called Sister, it’s from my second book of prose The Quarterly.
I’m reaching from a distant place, marked by time, observing a complex life I can’t begin to understand. Hope is not a plan, but at least it’s something to hold on to.
Fredrick Brooks - Vocals/Merlin/Acoustic Guitars
Jeff Brackett - Mandolin
Robbie Grunwald - Bass/Keyboards
Joy Brooks - Vocal Harmony
Recorded and produced by Robbie Grunwald (Raven Tape Music) and Fredrick Brooks (Hillcrest Studio).
Mastered by Justin Gray - Immersive Mastering
<Click here to listen to This Lonesome Dark>
THIS LONESOME DARK
If silence is your only word
It’s all the same to me
If our love is lost and I’m left free
Then need is what I’ll be
Chorus
I’ll go down to the water - down to the sea
Where the harbour lights call my name
There I’ll leave what’s left of me
Now trust was once our hearts desire
It whispered love’s deep truth
Now one is my lonesome world
That cries out for you
Chorus
And oh it’s been a cruel world
Like an arrow to my heart
And I am on my way back home
I must leave this lonesome dark
I’ll don my cap - my heavy coat
Button it high to ward the cold
And where I’ll walk remains unknown
For I must walk alone
Chorus
©Fredrick Brooks
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<Click here to listen to Sister>
SISTER
I see the lines between us
The Monarch who carves
The Juggler
Palmist
Matriarch
Her tribe’s vessel of light
With your fingers in rich earth
Like the folded Buddha that smirks in your garden
Truth speaks from your lonely soul
A worn quill
Gathering
I scatter the seeds of my memory
A brother
A playing field
My sketch of you meanders
How I long for our familiar path home
For Karen
©Fredrick Brooks
