Each and Everyday is track three from our Medicine Lands album. It was one of my first open tuning songs, giving the piece a wider stereo pallet if you listen carefully. It’s all about the mystery of love - it uses various esoteric ideas about being connected heart and soul to another.
This week’s poem, This Is What I Do, is from my third book Horizon. One of my favourite passions is to walk along shorelines, lakes and rivers, wading, exploring, collecting little pieces of the day. Connecting to the natural world that surrounds me, it fills me with joy.
Joy Brooks - Lead Vocal/Harmonies
Caroline and Katherine Brooks - Harmonies
Fredrick Brooks - Acoustic Guitar/Percussion/Harmony
Jeff Brackett - Electric Guitar
Alex Paris - Bass
Mark Congram - Drums
Produced by Paul LaChappelle, Fredrick Brooks and Jeff Brackett
Recorded and mastered at Quest Recording
© Fredrick Brooks 1997
<Click here to listen to Each and Everyday>
EACH AND EVERYDAY
Into the firelight the gypsy moth flies
He opens up his heart wide
Like a lover would - Like a lover should
And I can’t remember how it all turned out this way
From my world of distance
I need you with me - Each and Everyday
So be still and listen
For here lies the courtship of sun and rain
The archer and the arrow soon to rise above this day
Chorus
Now is there justice in a moment
To throw off this ball and chain
Is it the miracle of a lifetime
To need you with me - Each and Everyday
Into the firelight the gypsy moth flies
Like some sweet fallen angel
With trust and hope in the deliverance of life
Chorus
(c) Fredrick Brooks 1997
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THIS IS WHAT I DO
I walk shorelines exploring their fishbowls.
Cupping my hands, I hold and examine its floating particles.
I watch plumes like tumbleweed roll across the lake’s skin.
I wade deep into its cool crystal water,
Laughing at the wee transparent fishes picking at my toes.
This is what I do
I listen to the cacophony of broken converses.
The sounds of life, the resonance of air.
I follow clam lines that mark a lake's sand bed.
I plunge waist-deep into soft muddy craters.
Feeling the subterranean current opposing the lake's pull.
This is what I do
I find beaches and rest my weary bones in hot sand.
I find shade beneath a line of birch trees standing vaporous in the afternoon glare.
I palm their brittle bark knowing their excellence,
Their coat woven with intricate patterns,
A complexity I will carry with me always.
(c) Fredrick Brooks
