TurningOfTheWorld

The map of the world
can be found in the cracks
that run across the ceiling
fractures are roads
stains are the lakes
mountains where paint is peeling
the cities and towns
that's the mildew dark brown
cigarette smoke is the clouds
from where I lay floating
I feel out of body
far above the maddening crowds

The turning of the world
is not so real
movements imperceptible
there's nothing to feel
we're spinning round the sun
spinning in place
galaxies like windmills
spiral through space
and I'm taken by the emptiness
it's all so immense
our lessons in address
seem of small consequence

Now the tell-tale signs
of the passage of time
can be found in the lines
round my eyes
crows feet from the laughter
wrinkles from the pain
circles no sleep can disguise
The seasons all spin
lines of beauty within
I fold them away neatly creased
laughing and crying
living and dying
it's all the same release

The turning of the world
is not so real
we're moving too fast
nobody feels
spinning in place spinning in and out
of each others embrace
and I'm taken by the emptiness
it's all so immense
and how we try to fill it
at each others expense

Now the notion of rest
it's just an illusion
we're all in perpetual motion
atoms and molecule
gravity and light
waves rolling over the oceans
life's what you do
with what happens to you
people blame it on everything else
we're all of us influenced
by some jurisprudence
that never can see itself

The turning of the world
is not so real
everything is relative
to how much you feel
The rooms spinning round
like the thoughts in my head
everyone lays where
they've made their beds
and I'm taken by the emptiness
it's all so immense
and how one single person
makes a difference

how one single person
makes a difference

Doc's Notes:

We all live our live in direct relationship to every thing that exists in the universe at any given moment.
Yet for the most part we learned to narrow our scope of awareness down to the petty day to day routines that run our lives and motivations. It's not that we don't care about our place in regard to the grand scheme of things but rather we've come to take so much of it for granted. Worlds within worlds become one dimensional and the laws of physics just don't figure all that prominently into the business of the day. We are indigenous to certain influences and variable conditions. Some of them help us grow expeditiously, others are self-imposed. Still others keep us from having to deal with those things which may be too hard for us to handle otherwise...

This was a very ambitious poem which just rolled out of me in one sitting. It gave me the weird feeling that sometimes life is the dry run for the creative work we are currently working on..

The Turning Of The World was written around October of 2005. The lyrics came first. A lot of lyrics. All of them tumbling out in a single sitting. I've done this before because I write a lot of poetry, but, mostly I write in large blocks of thought and usually piece them all together later on. This was different
It was the first time I've ever written so much so fast.

In 2006 Mark came down to Witchwood for our second round of recording sessions for Eye Of The Storm. I re member we had already recorded two other song previously in the day and it was late in the evening when we started kicking around melody and ideas for this one. In fact, I believe we just started out talking about what we were planning to work on the next day and it just got more and more interesting with a steady stream of music and arrangements flowing. Being late we just played everything quietly to Mark's acoustic guitar. The next day we took the song one step further and added keyboards. It was a very different sort of number for us.