PlayLegacy

(extract from blog re this song and lyrics

My third entry this month is another song from “Ten Miles Out Of Midnight” – track number nine on the album called “Legacy” in Acoustic channel. This song is about a subject many musicians, artists, poets and other creatives will identify with – leaving something behind – a legacy that will live on after their own deaths. Around the time I wrote the vast majority of songs for the album I suffered a trapped nerve in my back which left me with loss of 50% of feeling down my right arm and hand. Being left-handed this is my fretboard hand and I was worried it would subsequently deteriorate to a level where I would be unable to play the guitar atall. So I was determined to get into the studio and record my album before it got any worse and “Legacy” is a very personal reflection of the fear that I would not leave anything behind should I become unable to play the guitar. (thankfully it did not affect my dexterity although I still have limited feel in my right hand) It is also a bigger reflection on my solo album overall – To record an album or write a book is something many people dream of doing but surprisingly few do and if I die tomorrow then at least I recorded an album that could keep my memory alive to friends, family and fans alike. The main melody of this song is one that I’ve had in my head for years and it was the last song I finished prior to recording. There is no chorus as such in “Legacy” – just three simple verses again with lyrics I am very proud of. It is a sad song, yet a happy song – Wistful, reflective, melancholic yet peaceful – My “Legacy” is my music. My last will and testament – my thanks to my Creator (if one exists – I’m agnostic) and those that raised me – My attempt at immortality (in its most humblest of meanings) by simpy leaving behind my songs, my music, my life in a reflection of thanks and humility. (sniff – pass the tissues lol

Lyrics to "Legacy

What better wa
To say “Goodbye
What softer shrou
In which to li
What lasting testamen
To wil
My legac
That time can't kil

More faithful friend
No man could kno
Than wind and rai
And ice and sno
What finer thing
Than silk and gol
My legac
That can't be sol

And who knows wha
The future brings
It only whisper
- Never sing
Come rest your hea
Come lay your wreat
My legac
Can rest in peac

(c) James Alan Gourley 200