Footprints in Snow

by Free and Easy Wandering

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Recorded live to Logic Pro, 2013, at home.

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released 29 May 2013

Bill Foreman, guitar and vocal.

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Track Name: As the Night Goes By
Well, I've had a pleasant stay here with the inmates
At the wild water-hole where the Burgundy's cut-rate
But every week or so I take something that sends me
And I sing a tuneless song in the name of your memory
I've got a medicated mind and my memory unwinds
My tired eyes are blind as the night goes by

Well, I'd have another glass, but I can't find the purpose
Every time I drown my sorrows, they rise to the surface
And the words I'm shouting loud are confusing and random
But if you're hearing the tone of my voice, you'll soon understand them
I've got a medicated mind and my memory unwinds
My tired eyes are blind as the night goes by

When you start to sing in the choir of primates
Remember my face and my hands and the thump of my heartrate
When the world's talking loud and you're tired of listening
Bring to mind how I screech and I whine and your thoughts will start glistening
I've got a medicated mind and my memory unwinds
My tired eyes are blind as the night comes running by
I've got a medicated mind and my memory unwinds
My tired eyes are blind as the night goes by
Track Name: Like the Wild Irish Heather
My eyelids open like a new day rising
Like the preacher shouting loud I'm busy proselytizing
My head's heated with a dose of sweet fever
The world's on the radio and I'm the receiver
My limbs are lighter than an ostrich feather
I got rubber bands holding me together
My eyesight's hazy like some stormcloud weather
My brain's breezy like the wild Irish heather

I got lucky like a pair down underneath
Like a mojo and a pocket full of black teeth
My head's gone higher than a flying flock of gulls
Every word I want to say would be spelled out in bold capitals
My limbs are lighter than an ostrich feather
I got rubber bands holding me together
My eyesight's hazy like some storm cloud weather
My brain's breezy like the wild Irish heather

My mind's riding in a long, black limousine
Down the boulevard of visions, springing sweet dreams
I'm drinking sherry from an overflown crystal cup
And when it's finished then it starts back filling up
My limbs are lighter than an ostrich feather
I got rubber bands holding me together
My eyesight's hazy like some storm cloud weather
My brain's breezy like the wild Irish heather
Track Name: "Body & Soul"
I smell my pillow and I hear a sound.
My eyelids open and I'm earthward bound.
Pretty soon the sisters wheel me around.
"Body & Soul".

It's Tuesday morning so they wash my hair.
The interns greet me as I pass the stair.
I start to mumble and the sisters hear a prayer.
"Body & Soul".

I hear the Father's footsteps up and down the hall.
He'll take all morning but he'll see us all.
I hear him whisper and I hear him call.
"Body & Soul".

The dishes break and then a rolling train goes by.
My head jerks backward and I shut my eye.
My head sees Heaven and the swirling angels sigh.
"Body & Soul".

The sunburnt courtyard. The dusty hill.
The metal grating on my windowsill.
The wooden beads and all these crushed-up pills.
"Body & Soul".
Track Name: Vandalized
Well, it’s late at night. There’s nobody around.
Just the sounds of the cars upon the asphalt ground.
It’s the waiting time, When the hours grow still.
And I gaze on through the glass inside my windowsill.
Though I know that you must be somewhere in this world,
In this place where, at birth, you and I were both hurled, To think that we once were relating
Is a thing that has almost grown foreign to me.

It’s a bad sight, such a terrible waste,
To spend your time talking in such bad taste.
It’s the same old line, though it’s not you I blame.
It’s your teachers and television that you put to shame.
The night’s lasting longer because I’ve filled my head
With the things I could have done and the words I could have said.
But, in truth, I was only spectating and that’s a permanent part of reality.

So many rude lines, so many petty crimes
And you don’t feel a need to apologize.
Tonight is the time that you stick in my mind,
But from now on I won’t become vandalized.

Now the room’s started filling with the dawn’s early light
And the end has arrived of this long night.
I turn off the television and I hit the bed
While your shade is still haunting my ever-vulnerable head.
And there’s no use in trying to compromise
When the kindest things we say are when we tell each other lies
But it’s time I should quit my complaining and behave with a little more dignity.

So many rude lines, so many petty crimes
And you don’t feel a need to apologize.
Tonight is the time that you stick in my mind,
But from now on I won’t become vandalized.