Recording Journal Vol. 18: "Oh Yeah?" - NoScheduleMan.com

Recording Journal Vol. 18: “Oh Yeah?”

I should have known. No sooner did I set an expectation for delivery of this music project then the Gods stepped in and said, “Oh yeah?! You think so?”

This past week was just not my week. In fact, I’ve been feeling lousy for about 10 days now, with the past five or six being the worst of it. I slept away the equivalent of a full day given that I snoozed from 9 pm Sunday to roughly 12 pm Monday. Then, after thinking I was back in the game on Tuesday, I slumbered (and I am not making this up) from 11 pm Tuesday night through to 2:30 pm Wednesday afternoon. And I did that with no effort at all. I awoke thinking, ‘Boy, I’ve been asleep awhile. It must be 9:30 or 10:00 in the morning!”

I wished.

So the long and the short of it: I’ve achieved nothing, music-wise, since I last wrote. Ah well. Such is life. We’ll get ‘em next time … and all that.

I did, however, manage to fulfill all my BX 93 obligations, most of my CPT Entertainment obligations and pretty much all my family obligations (which included a two-and-a-half-hour outdoor wait to have my two boys given the H1N1 vaccination). On top of that, I was able to devote what little time and energy I had to a purpose much more important than any of the above.

A good friend of mine has had the brutal misfortune of watching his 30-year-old son wither from cancer. It breaks my heart just to write it, but inspires me beyond words when I think on the tales told to me of how this fellow has stoically addressed the realities of the situation. I was touched more than I can possibly describe when my friend and his wife asked if I would please sing at their son’s funeral. Of course, I accepted the invitation.

Last Sunday, I shared a cup of coffee at the kitchen table of two people who are not only among two of the gentlest souls I’ve met, but were facing the imminent passing of their only son.

Life does not get more real than that.

It humbles me to think that they chose to spend part of that time with me. When they asked me if I would contribute to the remembrance of their son by way of singing at the funeral, I almost immediately had song ideas go through my mind. And sure enough, for the first time in a while, a new song came to life.

I am certain that Sean, the poor soul that has now passed, helped me write this song. I don’t have an explanation how that’s possible, but it’s what I believe. I have written hundreds of lyrics in my life, but never anything like this.

I will sing this song (lyrics below) on Monday at the funeral.

All else can wait.

– Kevin

A SONG FOR SEAN
©2009 Kevin Bulmer Enterprises
By Kevin Bulmer

From the space where the angels fly
In the air where spirits rise
I see you with hands to the sky
Asking why?

From a storm of heartache and tears
From a life of too much fear
It suddenly all seems so clear
Please don’t cry

Like the horses thundering over the plains
A heart set free and soul untamed
There is no horizon
And there is no pain
 
As the river dances toward the sea
All things as they’re meant to be
You don’t understand
But you will some day

Down there on humbled knees
I know you wanted the best for me
Take heart, cause mine’s at peace
Please don’t cry

Solo / Interlude

Like the horses thundering over the plains
A heart set free and soul untamed
There is no horizon
And there is no pain
 
As the river dances toward the sea
All things as they’re meant to be
You don’t understand
But you will some day

I only hope you can hear me now
And find solace somehow
A voice need not be loud
To show that it’s there

Every whisper of autumn’s breeze
All the colours in the changing leaves
In anything that brings you peace ….

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