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Talking to the Moon Digital Download

£9.50

This option is available if you prefer to download the tracks of the CD rather than purchasing the physical CD.  Once you make the purchase  you will be able to download a zip file containing the audio files, and also jpg’s of the CD booklet and a PDF with the stories behind the songs. Click here if you prefer to purchase the physical CD instead.

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Talking to the Moon CD

Tracks:

Station Cafe: the first of my poems that I put to music.  Lyrics..

A Couple of Thieves: an early love song. Lyrics..

Talking To The Moon: another love song: some times the answers are closer, and simpler, than we think. Lyrics..

Suitcase Of Dreams: my first time on a plane in my late 20’s. I was in a bad way after the loss of my father and my first wife/marriage; my brother in America paid for me to fly out there to him and escape for a while. Perhaps even saving my life. “Suitcase” was written on the way back, my first ever flight at night, in limbo above clouds like floating snow fields, scared of what I was returning to Lyrics..

Hero In Retreat: Yes; it’s O.K. to feel like giving up at times; even Heroes need to retreat now and then.

Sunflowers: The Ethiopian famine that led to the first Red Nose day. I noted the amazing efforts and sacrifice made by thousands of people over many weeks to raise £15 million for the starving. A few months earlier Van Gogh’s “Sunflowers” was auctioned, and the price shot up to £25 million in only minutes. All paid for by just one insurance company. Made me wonder what an Ethiopian mother would have felt to see that?….but of course she “didn’t see’ Lyrics..

Make Mine A Miracle: from the U.S. Trip again. Poor neighbourhoods in the backwoods in the South, people with no health insurance, little money, little hope. I love photography; a film reel. And a prayer. Lyrics..

Prisoner of Conscience: Dark times. My guilt. My pain. Open to interpretation. If you know, you know.. Lyrics..

Down By The River: An overdue pilgrimage to the river where my wonderful dad took us when we were children, and taught us to see beauty. I cried a lot, but his spirit was there, waiting to greet me again. Lyrics..

Midnight Cowboy: you write a song, play a local club, accept a booking, steps without a path. Suddenly you live in hotel rooms, far from home and friends; how did I get here? Did Springsteen, Joni Mitchell, or Ralph Mctell ever think this? I’d love to send it to them and find out. Lyrics..

Steve

 

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