These are both brand new autobiographical songs based on childhood events. They both are very long, but there are a lot of words. I am going crazy with vocal effects. I always seem to like it like that more than is good for me. It is as if I have competing melodies and pit them against each other.
These are rock songs. Of a sort. Any comments are welcome. I had a lot of fun making these!
Triffid Seeds-
There Is a Place-
Triffid Seeds by Steve Bancroft
You can search the internet for triffid seeds
But you won’t find them in any quantity
There’s no record that they ever even existed
But I once had some just from buying a ticket
When I was a child our mom took us to the movies on Saturday mornings
Not every week, I believe we were quite selective as to what we wanted to see
After all it was a treat, a reward for being basically good little boys
And we went for the monsters predominantly
From radioactive mutations or outer space invasions
All manner of creatures threatening humanity
We saw King Kong vs Godzilla battling up on the big screen
And every month we bought a new monster magazine
I really can’t recall what all we saw there
But I think it was edgier than the drive in fare
Which was for Swiss Family Robinson and Mary Poppins and such
Maybe even Dr. No or From Russia With Love
Those were the big stars, the bigger productions
The whole family would go with blankets and pillows
We’d hang the metal speaker on the partly raised car window
Light the green mosquito coil and enjoy the double feature show
It was the old historic State Theatre in downtown Cocoa, Florida
Shabby ornate by that time, and the balcony was the Minority Section
With their own private entrance via stairs in the back alley, such segregation
But no more unusual than the white elementary school we attended
Even as a child the audacity of privilege based on racial superiority
Was obvious to my Christian beliefs, and yet it was our despicable reality
And it pointed to a fallacy in our advanced civilization
To be able to tolerate injustice and not each other, to fear irrational contamination
You can search the internet for triffid seeds
But you won’t find them in any quantity
There’s no record that they ever even existed
But I once had some just from buying a ticket
Once when I was 9 years old
We went to see The Day of the Triffids
We most likely saw a poster in the weeks before
Tantalizing us with the announcement of free Triffid seeds
The morning arrived, the sun was shining brightly
There was a cardboard lifesize triffid outside beside the ticket window
And every kid received a tiny bag of purple seeds
And as soon as we got home we planted them with help from mom
We patiently waited with great anticipation
We watched some sprout in a pot of dirt
And week by week who knew how large one grows
Triffids are very tall, everybody knows
And one day when they were maybe three feet tall
A flower bloomed, big and sunny yellow
Why we were so excited, we would finally know
And mom soon confirmed its true identity
But it did not matter in our pursuit of science and justice
We had just watched Alan Shepard launched into space in May at Cape Canaveral
And the Bay of Pigs invasion in April foreshadowed next year’s Cuban Missile Crisis
Duck and cover and backyard bomb shelters reminding us of the looming threat of nuclear holocaust
If ever there was in history a more profound and astounding time I cannot say except maybe now
The downfall of society, the species self destruction, and Hollywood’s imagination
Each monster another permutation of what could go wrong based on the path we take
Each matinee an essay on the choices that we make and from frightening reality a welcome break
We take, for goodness sake
You can search the internet for triffid seeds
But you won’t find them in any quantity
There’s no record that they ever even existed
But I once had some just for buying a ticket
There Is a Place by Steve Bancroft
There is a place in my head
Where I went as a kid
I might have been three or four
I see a railroad track
And a worn out bed
And a friend I can’t remember anymore
I remember it was sunny
And we had wandered into the woods
I remember we were lost and turned around
Out of sight of our apartments
We’d forgotten the way home
So on the moldy mattress we sat down
In my mind there is a sign
Pertaining to the train
The track itself is curving round a bend
We wondered if a train would come
The tracks had no vibration
And would anybody find us in the end
I remember having doubts
But I don’t remember crying
I think I tried to keep my fears inside
But we were rescued by adults
Who formed a mini search party
Fanning the surrounding countryside
Pretty quickly they found us
Lost in a windbreak
I think we were barely a block away
How easily I got lost
In what I thought to be a forest
I think I learned a lesson that day
How many trees
Does a forest make
How many steers a stampede
One can drown in a puddle
The same as a lake
But nevertheless we proceed
How brave we have been
From time to time
How fast our hearts did beat
Which might have led
To further crime
That taught us how to compete
How afraid we have been
When we were small children
Braving the frontier of our land
And even as adults
Our fears often surface
And all our attention demand
Isn’t some danger
The price of adventure
There are so many methods of dying
Will you be the person
Who seldom takes risks
Or the one who will likely die trying
There is a place in my head
Where I went as a kid
As clear as the day before
I remember an old bed by a railroad track
And being lost in the woods
With a girl I can’t remember anymore