http://markshepardsongs.com 30 Years of Underground Music & Indie Songs Mon, 19 Mar 2012 17:14:11 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 Copyright © Mark Shepard Songs 2010 mark@markshepard.com (Mark Shepard: Singer Songwriter) mark@markshepard.com (Mark Shepard: Singer Songwriter) http://markshepardsongs.com/wp-content/plugins/podpress/images/powered_by_podpress.jpg http://markshepardsongs.com 144 144 30 Years of Sparkling Original Songs Mark Shepard: Singer Songwriter Mark Shepard: Singer Songwriter mark@markshepard.com no no http://markshepardsongs.com/welcome-to-where-you-are/ http://markshepardsongs.com/welcome-to-where-you-are/#comments Sun, 19 Oct 2008 14:38:31 +0000 Mark http://www.markshepardsongs.com/?p=45 [Continue Reading]]]> http://markshepardsongs.com/welcome-to-where-you-are/feed/ 0 0:00:01 January 1977, Song #2 Note: Click the play button below to play it here or "Play in Pop up" to open a separate little window I'd like to welcome you to where you are Needless to say the door is always ajar I'd like to tell you where I am today I[...] January 1977, Song #2 Note: Click the play button below to play it here or "Play in Pop up" to open a separate little window I'd like to welcome you to where you are Needless to say the door is always ajar I'd like to tell you where I am today I'll say it before it slips away I'm something else besides that person over there I'm something else besides the face I wear I am the empty hallways Filled with empty sound I am the lonely seeker A case of lost, not found But there amidst the bitterness There is a word that sings of you There is a word that sings of me That word is "we" We are the ones who gain and lose We fight the battles, get the blues We are the stones of all foundations We are the lost generations We are appointed by some knowing force To occupy the chairs held now by ghosts Others will follow when their time has come It's all the same for everyone We vainly try to gain the source Wasted is the kindness of the host While our groping minds soon are numbed By the sight of what we have become We're something else besides "those people over there" We're something else besides the labels that we bear We are the empty churches Filled with empty prayer We are our mother's sons Choking in despair We stand alone amidst our burned out lives And you don't seem to care That we once cared. We are the ones who gain and lose We fight the battles, get the blues We are the stones of all foundations We are the lost generations And you don't seem to care that we once cared.... Commentary: This was interestingly enough, my mom's favorite song! I wrote it in the midst of deep existential teen age angst on a church youth group retreat...I was entering into that healthy doubting phase that I'm still in...There's a nicely produced version of this on my Hesitant Journey Album which at this moment exists in the form of a single vinyl "long playing record" or "LP" I'm hoping to get it transferred to digital format soon. Glancing over these lyrics...I'm glad I've let go of a lot of that angst stuff but it was real and honest at the time. - Mark © Mark Shepard 1977-2008. All rights reserved. mark@markshepard.com no no