Phil Bowen

This is a short piece of music that has been developed around an idea in the format of EDM. Also available at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWcNODjP3GU

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Many of us live in a world where we depend on a silicon lifestyle while atomic thermo missiles "protect" us from potential enemies. We have become used to seeing the sun shine but at the same time, we have our noses pressed further in the dirt and there are those who dream of life without hunger and thirst. Many of those who are leaders say "It can't hurt". This song reflects the sentiments of the above comments. Food for thought....

This song is about the experience of a young confederate soldier thinking that he might be writing his last letter home before moving on to the front line at Gettysburg. He hopes to return home soon but then finds he is moving on again to the higher realm. He becomes a ghost of Gettysburg. It is important to remember that in all battles and wars that there are invariably two sides, both having someone's sons and daughters.

Each day has its up and downs. On top of that you have people telling you what to do, when to do it and how to do it. This song reflects on the way these people social engineer while using pathocratic influence to persuade others through persuasion, lies, deciet and guile. This is ever present in the modern social media platforms and news outlets. These people create clouds that block out the sun. It feels as though hearts are torn out as they push you to the ground. What is there to believe in? What is right and wrong? If these clouds are blown away, there is likely going to be beautiful day.

This song is about a drifter who roles into ghost town where he sees shadows silhouette of people from a long time ago. He thinks that they are real and experiences an evening of southern hospitality that includes a bottle of bourbon whisky. It's when he wakes up in the morning that he thinks if it was all in his head....Were they just visions he had in that ghost town. The deeper meaning to the song is that we live in a world we think is real, formed by our experiences and influenced by the environment. However, there may come a time when we wake up to the reality as it really is. Life is formed around ghosts and sillouettes who can influence our behaviour. As Marcus Aurelius once words are opinions not facts....or in the modern era....wake up and taste the coffee.

Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen

Produced and engineered: Phil Bowen

Guitars, keyboards: Phil Bowen

Lyrics:

The tumbleweed roles down a dusty boardwalk

In a ghost town in New Mexico

Shadows silhouette in the evening sun

Of people from a long time ago

As the moon rises on the horizon

A drifter rides in. You could tell where he’s been

After days on the road feeling saddle sore

All he could think “I need a cool drink.

I need a good woman and more”.

There was southern hospitality he’d never seen before

They welcomed him into the local bar

With a bottle of bourbon and a home cooked meal

He felt like a movie star.

Soon the bottle was dry

His head rolled back, and he closed his eyes

Few have walked in the drifter’s shoes

He’d crossed many lines so many times

Life could be good to a few.

Well, the mist fell down on the old ghost town

As he closed his eyes and fell asleep

It’s more than in his head

It’s more than what he thought and said- skin deep

The drifter he woke on the morning sunrise

He turned and opened his eyes

Looking through the haze of an empty glass

He saw to his surprise

The bar was empty, not a soul in sight

He raised to his feet then looked down the street

He was on his own felt shivers to his bones

Was it all in his mind? Was it all in his head?

Were they visions he had in that ghost town?

This song could be interpreted as an old fashoined love song or something much deeper and profound. This song is about an old musician reminiscing about his past. All those opportunities he had. But for circumstances he may have made it. However, he acknowledges that someone has always been there for him throughout his life that helped wash away the footprints (negative memories and thoughts), the footprints in the sand. The "someone" could be a higher spirit, group consciousness or a partner. I will leave it to your own interpretation.

Produced and mixed: Phil Bowen

Words and music: Phil Bowen

Vocals, backing vocals, harmony: Phil Bowen

Guitar: Phil Bowen

Keyboards: Phil Bowen

Lyrics:

Sometimes we can feel that we’re back on the road

With music pumping in our head, about to explode.

One day we thought that we would fill all our dreams

But life is made up of so many extremes.

(We) Combe our lives through, we can see all our chances

Locked in the moment and circumstances

All of my life as wake every day

You’re right next to me and you can wash all away

A world full of trouble that can build up so fast

You reinforce good thoughts, place the things that have passed

Into a wave upon the beach as it washes away

The footprints in the sand.

(Last time) The footprints in the sand

The footprints in the sand.

This is an insight into an old timers experience as he sits alone in a bar in Texas. He recognisnes that with age he feels more and more distant from the man he once was. He is becoming more forgetful saying that he feels "one thousand miles from Texas with snow falling in my mind". He would also like to see "the sunrise on a Texas Sunday morning", the way he remembered it from so many years ago.

Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen

Produced and engineered: Phil Bowen

Guitars (acoustic, 12 string acoustic, bass, slide, fender strat): Phil Bowen

Keyboards: Phil Bowen.

Lyrics:

Someday when you are old and grey

Maybe you will feel the same

as the light shines dimly on the

Grainy windows and dusty floors of the bar

One man sits beside his drink

Looks up and gives friendly wink

As the light shines dimly on his face. You can see

he’s been to places near and far.

He said I’m one thousand miles from Texas

With snow falling in my mind

One thousand miles from Texas

It’s all down to women and wine

I wanna see the sunrise on a Texas morning

See the sunrise on a Texas Sunday morning.

Falling through the age of man

Life ends where it all began

Where a light can shine brightly in the hardest heart

And reaches the centre of the soul

One man sits alone and stares

Looks back at all his love affairs

And he smiles to himself no point in trying

To dig deeper in a hole.

He said I’m one thousand miles from Texas

With snow falling in my mind

One thousand miles from Texas

It’s all down to women and wine

I wanna see the sunrise on a Texas morning

see the sunrise on a Texas morning

See the sunrise on a Texas Sunday morning.

Outro:

I wanna see the sunrise on a Texas morning

See the sunrise on a Texas Sunday morning.

I wanna see the sunrise on a Texas morning

See the sunrise on a Texas Sunday morning.

We are born and live in a concrete world that surrounds us not realising the impact on the environment around us. We are trapped in an ever decreasing cycle of climate change and we don't see that "the grass doesn't grow here anymore". The conflict of happiness that modernism brings contrasts to the erosion and effect it is creating on the planet as a whole. It seems that there is so little space and yet so much time but we can't even hear a single word.

Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen

Engineered and produced: Phil Bowen

Vocals, backing vocals, keyboards, guitars, bass: Phil Bowen

Lyrics

The grass doesn’t grow here anymore

Said the jailer to the birds

Concrete ceilings, walls and floor

You can’t even hear a single word

The only type of peace that you will find

When you’re fast asleep and all you have are dreams

So little space and so much time

You choose your life. That’s so it seems

Go down your heart

Go down your soul

You can find good reason why you are there

Go down your heart

Go down your soul

Wishing that you are elsewhere….. alright

All I want is to see the sky

That’s all I ask before I die

The grass doesn’t grow here anymore

Said the jailer to the birds

Concrete ceilings, walls and floor

You can’t even hear a single word

Concrete ceilings, walls and floor

You can’t even hear a single word

Concrete ceilings, walls and floor

You can’t even hear a word.

We seem to be on ever ending road that leads us to the destruction of our own planet. In other words we are one more minute to midnight when it will be too late to stop the impact of climate change. We continue on the same road thinking we can wash away the daily grime at sundown.

Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen

Lead vocals and backing vocals: Phil Bowen

Keyboards: Phil Bowen

Guitars: Phil Bowen

Lyrics

One more minute to midnight

The night is closing in

It’s hard to tell what’s black or white

One more minute to midnight.

One more wave up on the shore

In the last rays of sunlight

We think this will go on forever more

At one more minute to midnight

Keep on the same road for one more day

Keep on the same road. We’re doing fine

Cool our bodies in the river at sundown

Wash away the daily grime.

All our lives are intertwined with

Sun, stars, earth and moon.

All our lives are so defined that leave us little room

We’re one more minute to midnight. (Repeat and fade).

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This song reflects on how the dream catcher can give protection while rainbow colours flood through the mind. It's all in the heart.

Produced and engineered: Phil Bowen

Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen

All instruments (including: Fender strat, slide and acoustic guitar, keyboards, lead and backing vocals): Phil Bowen

Lyrics

The dream catcher came on a cold winter’s night

Settled by our bed and shone a sidelight

While rainbow colours flood through our minds

And guide us through endless time.

The dream catcher said “it’s all in your heart.

I’ll give you protection when your world may fall apart.

I am your charm until the day you die

And I can see all through your mind’s eye.”

The spider spreads its web every night

Tricking the snake into his waiting grasp

He builds the dream catcher to help us unite

And keep harm far away.

The dream catcher glistens in the morning sun

As it watches over us when the devil may come

And fool our eyes, distract our minds

Truth can be so, so hard to find.

The dream catcher came on a cold winter’s night

Settled by our souls and shone a sidelight

While rainbow colours flood through our minds

And guide us through endless time.

While rainbow colours flood through our minds

And guide us through endless time.