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I lived in NYC during 9/11 and wrote this song there. I played it at open mics for a couple years, and for some reason I just recorded it for the first time.
Everyone who was there, will tell you they will never forget that day, and I am no different. It is burned into my memory forever and feels now like a dream.
I walked home across the Brooklyn Bridge with thousands of people just after the second tower fell. I remember the man in front of me had a backpack on and there was this little pile of rubble and ash on the top of the backpack, behind his head. It’s those little images you never forget.
When I got back to my house, I had to walk my dog, so I took her to Prospect Park across the street. When you looked up it looked like it was snowing thousands of feet over my head. The sky was filled with sheets of paper, ash and insulation. It slowly fluttered down onto the grass of the park over the next few hours. Letters and memo’s from law firms and brokerages, little sticky notes and zeroxes.
The cloud of smoke was drawn by the wind over our neighbor hood. For three or four days it smelled like burning plastic everywhere. Everything felt empty.
Everyone who was there, will tell you they will never forget that day, and I am no different. It is burned into my memory forever and feels now like a dream.
I walked home across the Brooklyn Bridge with thousands of people just after the second tower fell. I remember the man in front of me had a backpack on and there was this little pile of rubble and ash on the top of the backpack, behind his head. It’s those little images you never forget.
When I got back to my house, I had to walk my dog, so I took her to Prospect Park across the street. When you looked up it looked like it was snowing thousands of feet over my head. The sky was filled with sheets of paper, ash and insulation. It slowly fluttered down onto the grass of the park over the next few hours. Letters and memo’s from law firms and brokerages, little sticky notes and zeroxes.
The cloud of smoke was drawn by the wind over our neighbor hood. For three or four days it smelled like burning plastic everywhere. Everything felt empty.
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Lyrics
Nothing
by Philip VanDusen
Nothing, Nothing
Left to die for
Nothing, Nothing
Good to try for
Ashes, ashes falling down
I smell God
I smell God
Building, Building
Make it higher
Building, Building
Funeral pyre
Glass is, glass is falling down
Glass and ashes on the ground
I smell God
I smell God
Something, Something
Else to die for
Someone, Someone
Else to cry for
Ashes, ashes on the ground
I smell God
I smell God
by Philip VanDusen
Nothing, Nothing
Left to die for
Nothing, Nothing
Good to try for
Ashes, ashes falling down
I smell God
I smell God
Building, Building
Make it higher
Building, Building
Funeral pyre
Glass is, glass is falling down
Glass and ashes on the ground
I smell God
I smell God
Something, Something
Else to die for
Someone, Someone
Else to cry for
Ashes, ashes on the ground
I smell God
I smell God
8piscean8
I am sort of lost for words on this one. I can picture a snowfall of debri gliding down. This is quite peaceful feeling but sadful at the same time. Out of all your work I like this one the best. I like the musical stylings like the violin. The production is really nice. I really like the verse: building, building, make it higher, building, building, funeral pyre. Very moving. Thanks for recording and sharing this one.