Blood Red Moon (a demo)

This song came to me soon after my brother Frank died.

Though he hadn’t been in good health, his passing seemed as sudden as it was heartbreaking.

As the younger brother, so much of who I am came from him. Melissa commented that his eulogy, written and delivered by his friend Mark Blakey, could be read as mine when the time comes.

I have written before about how songs seem to be given to the songwriter. This was surely the case here.

It is a lamentation in the best tradition of the blues, evoking the red moon often associated with the end times in Christian literature.

Soon after writing this, we experienced a Red Moon or total lunar eclipse of a super moon (Sept. 28, 2015). It is also referred to in layman terms and religious circles as a Blood Moon. For my song, it became a Blood Red Moon.

 

The above is just me and my guitar.

 Blood Red Moon

Oh mama, I don’t know how to pray
Oh mama, I don’t know how to pray
But it sure feels like
I ought to be down on my knees

Oh mama, you can’t hide your tears
Oh mama, you can’t hide your tears
Cause everybody knows,
your son’s done gone ahead

Oh mama, why’d he have to go
Oh mama why did he have to go
Lord, seems like
the good never grow old

(chorus)

Oh mama, what’s around the bend
Oh mama, what’s up around the bend
where the river flows
when the moon turns blood red
where the river flows
when the moon turns blood red