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There's More than One Path that Leads Home.......
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SONG: Going Home
BIO:
I had an image of a certain type of person. That fellow who just doesn’t get it. Constantly struggling with life, putting great effort into it but putting all the effort into the wrong direction. Often he/she seems to be the only one who can’t see why it doesn’t work . Not that people don’t try to point it out to them, they just don’t get it and it seems they aren’t capable of understanding the basic concepts. No amount of explanation will help. They go along perhaps for years simply suffering unnecessarily, repeating the same dysfunctional behavior. I imagined this person who after years of struggle and failure suddenly having an epiphany, That moment of ahha, ureka I got it. I also imagined that sudden revelation as something that most people figure out between 16 and 22 years of age. I wondered how it must be; a feeling of exhilaration at having finally understood, combined with a feeling of foolishness, and why didn’t I see this all along. Imagine the wasted years and how much more I could have accomplished by now.
The vehicle I used to express this scenario ended up being built around the idea of a man who after many years of institutionalization has suddenly understood and come to grips with that area of societal norm that has escaped for so many years. He now understands how the rest of the world perceives what is normal and why. He doesn’t necessarily believe it to be infallible but he grasps the concepts. Now he is on a new journey that has changed his life, essentially changed his concept of the world. Now as a middle aged man he is going to attempt to live a so called normal life. A life that is uncertain and strange to him. A life that is somewhat artificial to him, that he lives according to a new concept he has just learned, not one that came naturally to him.
GOING HOME
1. Woke up this morning
I was half way down into my bed
Steam came off the window pane
Seemed to circle round my head
Thought of a story
That turned round inside my mind
It was an old one
But it seemed to stand the test of time
Chorus No need to worry bout my head no more
No need to be there all the time
No need to open each and every door
Cause I think I’m gonna make it home this time ...............yeah
2. It’s the story
Of men on the open road
Meet up with a traveler
And he helps them to take on the road
Stop to eat and rest
When suddenly they realize
That the stranger
is an old friend that they thought had died
Chorus
3. It’s about a man who thought
Life is just a blurry rage
Looked throught the lenses and
what he saw, he was just amazed
It’s a brand new life when
Suddenly he realized
Though he just saw it
It was really there all the time
Chorus No need to worry bout me anymore
No need to be there all the time
No need to open each and every door
Cause I think I’m gonna make it home this time
Think I’m going .........
Home alone..........
This time
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