Another self-penned musical oddity with yours truly on guitars (six-string, electric and bass), vocals and a drum mix from loops. I like to think of it as Indie Prog…this is the latest version with new lyrics.
Anyway, here are the original words, make of them what you will, to my mind it evolved from random mutterings on the first ad lib take into something vaguely about a 50 Shades of Gray character, or something, perhaps a sexual predator getting his comeuppance? It was originally called Fields and Roses, but then became Naked Flame. It has since morphed into my song In Season, Out of Season.
Naked Flame
Waking from a fitful sleep, I don’t feel the same
Night-time thoughts have faded and it’s time to play the game
Undiscovered darkness hides the sight and the shame
Fly at morning light
Feeling no emotion, don’t even know your name
Everything was crazy fly like moths to the flame
If you don’t stay with it you’ll just have to take the blame
No time to fake it
These are the motions, acting the same
Fields and roses playing the game
Betting on a future
But, I’m in the frame, I’m in the frame
I can’t listen, seems a smile’s enough to deceive them
Weren’t you the one who really wanted to dance?
If that’s all they have, then the fight isn’t in them
Conflicts with emotion taken out on chance
These are the motions, acting the same
Fields and roses playing the game
Betting on a future
But, I’m in the frame, I’m in the frame
I can’t believe
What you’re doing to me
Doing to me….
Heading for that fitful sleep, I know it’s just a game
Silence in the end it seems hangs on us just the same
If you get the feeling then it’ time to take the blame
Fly again at morning light
These are the motions, acting the same
Fields and roses playing the game
Betting on a future
But, I’m in the frame, I’m in the frame
I’m in the frame. A naked flame