Dealing with negative feelings in the day is one thing. Exploration. Action. Distraction. Whatever. But pre dawn is a whole different ballgame. A sudden and brutal lurch into full consciousness with no defences.
At three a.m. the demon of negativity was on the loose, free of his daytime restraints, and he wasn’t prepared to listen to me counting my breaths, or to wait for my autogenic training ritual. He said “Let’s go to the funfair….”
Here’s the big dipper. Substitute the “big” with the name of whoever has pissed you off half your life or more.
Here’s the ghost train. That’s where all the people who died hang out.
And now lets have some action. The shooting range. What I should have said to her BANG What I should have done to them BANG What I would have said to him if I’d had the chance BANG
And when we’re done with that its time for the helterskelter. Relive the fall from grace and friction-burn your arse on the way down.
Blessed (or cursed) with a songwriter’s imagination I started to write Three A.M…..resulting in hours of lying stark bonkers awake, at the Real Three a.m. singing and playing the damn thing in my head…..glad to say I’ve finally nailed it.
You can hear the solo acoustic version here (and you can download the song and lyrics NOW if you’re on my mailing list….) A full production is planned for my next album.