[Fletch]

The SWR Project – Pendulum
Written / Vocals : Fletch
Music : Fletch, Steve P & Julie B
(C) The SWR Project 2023

Fall, to the light
Call, to the night
It used to be, that I was in control
I knew my mind, my heart and soul
Fall, is breaking me
Call, to be free
Now consumed with fever, awaiting a cure
Sickness burning, torment endures

Fall, to the light
Call, to incite
With fragile reason, distressed and distraught
It’s every second, in every thought
Fall, is breaking me
Call, to foresee
Lost in time, with no release
Is it a curse, or my final peace

Your momentum
Pendulum
Swinging emotion
Pendulum
Pendulum

Fall, to the light
Call, to ignite
Life was simple, before this need
With all I desired, and all I pleased
Fall, is breaking me
Call, rescue plea
I’ve lost my sense, living in fear
Searching for mercy, since you appeared

Your momentum
Pendulum
Swinging emotion
Pendulum
Pendulum

If I found way, to stay tonight
Would it mend everything, or would it end my, life

[Fletch]

Well that was rather good…. 🙂 Well done Marisa 🙂

[Fletch]

The SWR Project – Despair
Written / Vocals : Fletch
Music : Fletch, Steve P & Julie B
(C) The SWR Project 2023

Despair

And you follow, follow incessant
Your always there, always present
And you hide, hide in distraught
You silently prey, silently stalk

And you watch, watch and conspire
You never leave, never tire
And you tease, tease and play
You lead your way, lead us astray

Staying calm, appear composed
Your mind chases, you feel exposed
First the shock, then disbelief
Pensive conscience, bitter grief

You can’t stop it, it’s always there
Quietly immersed, in despair

And you tempt, tempt with hope
Your veiled desire, a veiled cloak
And you wait, wait your time
To take a breath, take what’s mine

Staying calm, appear composed
Your mind chases, you feel exposed
First the shock, then disbelief
Pensive conscience, bitter grief

You can’t stop it, it’s always there
Quietly consumed, in despair

[Fletch]

Messenia Dawns

As the heavens, fade
Lost to the, shade
The shores, awake
As waves gently, break
Wind and tide, collide
Forming patterns, that glide
While white tops, shimmer
In nights final, glimmer

Outlines of, mountains
Reach up to, surround us
Marrying sea with, sky
A match to, mesmerize
Pale clouds, fledge
With a glowing, edge
Breaking endless, hues
For Petalidi, views

Silence converges with no disturbance
As Messenia dawns, Over Mani shores
Burning skies, Of oranges arises
For golden rays to pierce, rhythmic waves
Messenia Dawns
Paradeisos
Paradeisos

The swallows, excite
Over ripples, of light
Calling their, story
In a sunrise, glory
And shadows, emerge
From a distant, verge
Silhouettes of, souls
Seeking their, shoals

Silence converges with no disturbance
As Messenia dawns, Over Mani shores
Burning skies, Of oranges arises
For golden rays to pierce, rhythmic waves
Messenia Dawns,
Paradeisos
Paradeisos

Messenia Dawns

[Fletch]

Cornered –

We watched, as the sun rose
And we watched, as the heavens glowed
And we watched, the stars tapestry
And I watched you, in all your, majesty

We dreamed, you were always there
And we dreamed, free from despair
And we dreamed, of taking for better
And I dreamed, that we’d share, forever

You held me, gave me all I need
And you held me, on land and sea
And you held me, secretly enchanted
And I felt it, but took you, for granted

And it feels like, your burning
Corned, not learning
And this could be, the end
For us

You looked for fear, In my eyes
And you looked for tears, In my cries
And you looked for blood, In our demise
And I looked for love, in your poisoned, skies

And it feels like, your burning
Corned, not learning
And this could be, the end
For us

And it feels like, your burning
Corned, not learning
And this could be, the end
For us
And it feels like, your burning
Corned, not learning

[Fletch]

725. –

December 74, Highway 16
Walking home from school, only 14
Taking a ride, in a couple confide
Found near Terrace, strangled and tied

Eight days pass, in Feb 06
Tabor Mountain, found in a ditch
After the mall, she’d stayed with a friend
Took a lift home, found condemned

If I knew I’d never, see you again
I would of held you tighter
I would have said
If I knew I’d never, see you again
But I thought we had,
Forever

725 where they paid the cost
Where they didn’t arrive, where they were lost
725 where families despair
They didn’t survive, we didn’t care
725

725, a triple delete
Their ignorance and deceit

August 18, on the Highway of Tears
Another young life, disappears
Another victim, to show the shame
Shadows taken, another claimed

If I knew I’d never, see you again
I would of held you tighter
I would have said
If I knew I’d never, see you again
But I thought we had,
Forever

725 where they paid the cost
Where they didn’t arrive, where they were lost
725 where families despair
They didn’t survive, we didn’t care
725

725, a red dress flies
Another indigenous families cries
725

725, a red dress flies
another girl missing, another dies

[Fletch]

You’re right Marisa… Writing is kinda cathartic… 🙂

Thank You… 🙏

[Fletch]

Prefer not to have the challenges Albert, but you’re right… Good writing inspiration… 😃

Thank You Sir… 🙏

[Fletch]

Thank you… 🙏

[Fletch]

Thank you so much Stevie… 🙏

[Fletch]

Thank you Lorraine 🙏

[Fletch]

OK From one Mike-F to another (spookily also 53!), ill throw in my 2 pennies worth…

After five years learning, I can say Guitaring is hard…! But like a lot of life, it’s all about managing expectations and your approach.

As soon as you unplug from an ‘I must do this‘ attitude, and embrace a ‘it’s just for fun‘ one, the pressure is off and you will feel less frustrated, and I promise you, you’ll make more progress…

The only person judging you is you… Let it go and enjoy it… 😀

And in your learning make sure to give yourself lots of time to learn simple tunes to mess with you want to play… It’s not all work…

Be Cool… 😎

[Fletch]

I did a bit of background research on the missing/murdered women, it’s a real sad state of affairs in both the US and Canada… 🙁

Thank you Phil… 🙏

[Fletch]

I’d only recently found out about the issue on this side of the Pond… 😕

Sad… 🙁

[Fletch]

It’s 725km of Highway 16 in British Columbia where over 80 indigenous women have gone missing of been murdered Stevie, The Highway of Tears… 😥

Yep, a sad sad song my friend…

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