AWAY FROM THIS WAR Podcast

BLACKHILL ROAD (M6) - GLENCAIRN, WC, ZA.

I heard something by David Kramer on the radio the other day, and it made me think about this song. I was driving up Black Hill, going somewhere I can't exactly remember where or when - perhaps Pick 'n Pay? - perhaps six or seven years ago.   It was kinda psychedelic - kinda Pink Floyd (if you know what I mean?) - the long song - with ambiguous lines.  

In 1993, I hooked up with a lead guitarist and drummer and forged what later became "SHOSHONE" - out of this came a bunch of new compositions (many which still lie dormant in files)  - come to think of it -- the song i was thinking about probably arrived sooner.   My guess is that is arrived about a year or two before that (my guess is sometime between '92 and '93) -- I remember the details of how it came about.

I was jamming with my major mentor, guitar-wizard friend*, and he asked me if I'd ever considered writing something in the style of Pink Floyd.  

After it was written, it just became part of live performances -- and after I recorded Highway Sixty One (1996), it ended up in the final selection -- becoming the title track!


What I really loved about this one, was heading out into Wynberg on a Saturday morning with the multi-tracker and capturing the street level noises.  
 
 
AWAY FROM THIS WAR
by Eric John Sawyer

I long to pack my bags, and leave this old town
miles from nowhere, destination unknown
with no way else, to change the way I feel
just a sea of lonely faces, in a city made of steel

So I pack my back pace, put on my tattered jeans
a few packs of cigarettes, and a handful of dreams
a heart bent on freedom, and a box full of memories
cause I'm off to find my fortune, away from this war

I'm standing in the spotlight, all over again
it's a credible reputation, is the name of the game
it's a miserable race, ending in ruin
 consummate fizzle, no big bam-boom

(solo)

Gonna find me a sunset, that never goes down
and in the golden afterglow, build a small home
have no fixed address, so only drifters can come
away from the confusion, away from the war

 
(solo)

I long to pack my bags, and leave this old town
miles from nowhere, destination unknown
with no way else, to change the way I feel
just a sea of lonely faces, in a city made of steel

So I pack my back pace, put on my tattered jeans
a few packs of cigarettes, and a handful of dreams
a heart bent on freedom, and a box full of memories
cause I'm off to find my fortune, away from this war
away from this
away from this war
away from this war

 
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The Mad Hatter's Tea Party
"Alice in Wondeland" by Martinus Van Tee**

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* Michael Kuhnert (refer:
Musical History & ZA)
** Martinus Van Tee :
http://www.martinusvantee.com/2013/02/a-mad-tea-party.html
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