Welcome to writing improvisations, where I take an instrumental song and write to it. This is from sir Thomas, a musician that churns out music like a robot churns out parts on an assembly line. I’m forever amazed by him and his musical talent. The rules: I wrote while it played. I started at the beginning and stopped at the end, not thinking ahead but just typing. Editing will be light. I want to fix grammar and typos but preserve everything else the way it came out.
The song is called “Behind the Sun” and can be found here.
His Youtube page can be found here.
“Behind the Sun”
Black serene wonderful meaning. Dark supreme chasing my dreams, wonderful feeling. Sable leanings consciousness teaming, wonderful screaming.
I chase the sun. I’m behind the sun and I chase the sun.
Behold the sky above and the darkness below; behold the darkness above and the sky below. Behold the sun. I’m chasing the sun, a victory won, a cavalcade of love, a wonderful burning sun.
And there it is. And oh there it is, and I’m behind the sun. It’s glows everywhere but behind itself, the shadow of a moon the paleness of wealth drenched in metaphor for something more that doesn’t matter here. Here is the sun. I’m chasing the sun. I’m behind the sun.
See it glow with Godly power in glory be to an ungodly hour. It sits there revolving in my mind convulsing a fire of life. A fire of life. A life of fire.
I want the sun but it’s ever away, moving through space and bringing day. I’m not fast enough to catch its embrace, but I can fly after it in endless chase. Something is better than nothing, and that something is the sun, oh sweet everything.
A ball of red a joyful power that all things bled in powerful meaning. It brings everything. It swirls and rains fire and heat. I love it, and so I chase it.
The darkness abounds, and I’m so cold; ahead it rounds in brilliant boldest yellowing orange as it changes with the mood of forevermore.
I’m chasing the sun, forever chasing the sun. I’ll never catch it, but I don’t care. Sometimes the chase is all that’s needed, and the catch is there is no catch.
Oh why oh why oh God and why must I be behind. Ever behind the sun which smiles outwards and ignores my wishful thoughts and dreams, and yet I know it can read the stars which wink at me and beg me further on in hasteful space for a grateful place. The sun.
One day I’ll be at the sun.
One day I’ll be in front of the sun.
One day I’ll see everything.
And so I chase.