Week Twenty-Four - One More Time

Version 1 - Brookfield North
Version 2 - Sid Torrant (aka John Cini) covered on his new album Plain Folk

One More Time is an observational piece I wrote about two star crossed lovers whose relationship was flawed and doomed to fail.

This week’s poem is called Flock from my collection Horizon - it speaks of Heaven Stones, gathered markers from my travels that I’ve placed in our garden for family and friends keeping their memory alive.

Fredrick Brooks - Merlin/Vocal
Jeff Brackett - Mandolin
Steve Zarai - Stand-up Bass
Robbie Grunwald - Keys
Joshua Van Tassel - Drums
Caroline Brooks - Harmonies/High Strung Guitar
Joy Brooks - Harmonies
Katherine McKenzie - Harmonies
Recorded and produced by Robbie Grunwald - Raven Tape Music Room
Mastered by Justin Gray - Immersive Mastering

<Click here to listen to One More Time > Brookfield North

<Click here to listen to One More Time > Sid Torrant

One More Time

I can’t feel the sunlight I can’t taste the rain
All I hear is that lonesome cry from love’s remains
It’s written on my body 
It’s tattooed on my soul
It circles round my heart and aches in my bones

Chorus
And before we say goodbye
Will you tell me you love me 
One more time

I could see it in your eyes that old familiar rage
The quiet of your broken mouth 
Held words you’d never say
For here lies a story of a lover and a fool
The dagger and the heartbeat 
With blood beneath the truth

Chorus

Why do I refuse to face this fall
When the circle of your false embrace 
Still breaks my open heart
It’s written on my body
It’s tattooed on my soul
It circles round my heart
And aches in my bones

Chorus 

Before we say goodbye will you tell me you love
One last time.

©Fredrick Brooks

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FLOCK

Quietly, I address the stone garden,
Gathered markers from northern lands
Heaven-stones for our departed.

My litany,
My spiritual invocation,
These are my Angels
The cross of my breast.

My heart is here with them in fragments, 
Reminding me how loss punishes
How memory lives on
Arm in arm
With happiness and sorrow.

©Fredrick Brooks
For my family

 

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