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Track 10
RED LETTER LIFE
Out we go with an existentialist slip jig.
I came back one Saturday night from a live radio session at Media City, where I'd been lending some support to my very talented mate Abbie Ozard. It went wonderfully, and - still on a high - I called in at a local hostelry for a celebratory beer. I walked straight into a completely offensive 'political' conversation between two beer addled barflies. The fight or flight process kicked in, I decided on a little of each, soon walked home in a freshly filthy mood and slept terribly. I got up early to hang out with my two sons, pulled open the curtains, and that's exactly where this song begins.
LYRICS
I saw the springtime peer through the skylight
The morning is freezing and brilliant blue
I left my love sleeping
I breathed in the brightening
Red fruit and coffee
Sam Cooke and Lao Tzu
Last night I lost me, in a room of bad company
Bigots and barflies were bending my ear
Nothing could please me and no one could reach me
I kept it together and I made it back here
If you think I’m lucky
I will not argue
If you think I'm easy
Talk to my wife
I am the product
Of all those who've loved me
And I walk these thin lines
I trip and I fall
I look out for signs
And go living this red letter life
I'm still not sure how I made all these choices
I always knew change comes in the wink of an eye
You light a few fires, you trust a few voices
Then you flicker and fade out or you rise up and fly
If you think that I'm free
Well these things are subjective
If you think that I'm easy
Talk to my wife
I am a product of all those who’ve loved me
So I’ll own my mistakes
I gather it all
Then I’ll find what it takes
And keep living this red letter life
I'll step through it lightly
Give thanks for it daily
My three favourite souls
Are looking out for me
My three favourite souls
Who I love so completely
The billionaire vampires have hijacked the high ground
Let loose the madmen and cranked up the fear
With the guilt of survivors you build your own front line
Keep faith in the good souls, hold onto those dear