This song was written to address the on-line epidemic of false news and misinformation we live with daily. How we can collectively change this false narrative, burn the plan and join the rising tide against the right wing and Leave This Blue behind.
This week’s poem is A Night on Lang Lake from my collection Twenty Seven XXVII - A remembrance of a moon lite night camped on a beautiful northern lake.
Joy Palmer Brooks Vocals
Fredrick Brooks guitars/bass/keys and vocals
Chris Pezzarello - drums and percussion
Produced and Mastered by Fredrick Brooks and Chris Pezzarello
Recorded at Down Da Stairs Studio
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LEAVE THIS BLUE
Let’s light a fire - Burn the plan
I am calling you
Come take my hand - Lets find what’s true
And leave this blue
It’s been the weight of words beyond our reach
Lies that never end
No need to pretend - It’s now we begin
Let’s leave this blue
Chorus
I feel a rising tide - a dream alive
Under open skies away we’ll ride
Leave it all behind with nothing left to hide
It’s in the way they see - their shadows long
I feel your pain it won’t last long
Those hearts that lie - we’ll watch them fade away
Let’s light a fire - Burn the plan
I am calling you
Come take my hand - Lets find what’s true
And leave this blue
©Fredrick Brooks
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A NIGHT ON LANG LAKE
Hoop of stone
Red cinders
Hypnotic
Wind chimes arrive - circle the clearing
A distant mouth falls silent
Night winds rise
Grey ashes scatter
Two tamaracks bend like spiny fingers
that loom in the moonlight
Momentary shadows that cross
Lang Lake, Northern Ontario
Dedication to Mel Kay and Jeff Brackett
©Fredrick Brooks
