This song is part of an ongoing 365 song calendar I'm slowly composing. It commemorates the date April 23rd.
lyrics
It's true. It's clear. Even really being here in this room is a happiness almost beyond bearing. A green rain restoring the dry shores of my soul. Whatever it is that I was keeps disappearing into whatever it is that I am like wood disappears into charcoal.
And what is the shape of my "career"?
Shape is a generous word...
Where will I go, will I go from here?
Wherever there are birds...
It's true. It's clear. Even really being here in these bones is a happiness almost beyond singing. I would break like a loaf of bread or a bad vow if I tried to describe how the mornings kept on swinging through me until I was here, with you, in this room right now.
So what is the shape of my "career"?
Who knows... who cares?
What am I doing with my life?
I'm gulping down mouthful after crooked
mouthful of the the bright blue air...
Henry Terepka (as Henry Grant), also of the psych-pop group Zula, moves into smooth sophisti-pop territory as he steps out solo. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2021