Single $1
Evocative acoustic balladeer
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #709
Peak in subgenre #81
Author
Alan Kim Cochran/Alan Kim Cochran
Rights
2008
Uploaded
May 02, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 4:50
Story behind the song
Anyone with barest modicum of morality, decency and justice cannot help but be deeply disturbed by the violations of human rights, and injustices, we see paraded across our T.V. screens and computer monitors, daily, as we watch the news from near and far: Government oppression; Terrorist atrocities, where innocents are heinously murdered - in the name of God no less; The brutalities of “push-button” warfare, where enemy foreigners die under the hand of technocrats using the most advanced weapons deficit spending can buy – weapons that, cleanly and conveniently, never require the killer to see the agony upon the face of his victims – or even know whether they were old or young; man, woman or child.
Even the United States of America, which has long claimed to be a virtuous proponent of human dignity - even the dignity of an enemy, where possible - has now earned an international reputation for the brutal torture and degradation of it’s enemies in what are, essentially, concentration camps and secret prisons – akin to the infamous dungeons of medieval England - playgrounds for sadistic fiends and perverts – all state sanctioned, of course – which is supposed to make it upright and honorable…
Wrong.
I feel, at times, that I’m watching this evil and insane world from afar… and wishing I could retreat to some lofty and remote crag of a mountaintop, to hide, to be isolated from it, to await the time when God brings it all to an end… lest I be tempted to try to rectify the situation myself – which would only make me another perpetrator of evil…
…for no man’s justice is ever perfect, is it?
And so, I will sit, atop my lonely crag…
…and wait.
- Alan Kim Cochran
Lyrics
Night Of Distant Echoes
by Alan Kim Cochran
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh...
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh...
Of late, I sit my lonely crag, and watch the world turn
And oft' of late, and of afar, I listen to it burn
The willow wind, on o'er my lee, has scarce will to diminish
Or still the echoes in the night, come running to their finish
And lone, against a crystal sky
I'll wait, until my end
Shall rip me forward, future-bound
Soon there, to see my friends
And though this world may rage and seethe, in conflict and in war
I sit and listen, knowing I've more right than 'er before
To fear them all, so far from view, faint echoes in my ear
And beg the One, the Holy One, to bring their end, so near
And lone, against a crystal sky
I'll wait, until my end
Shall rip me forward, future-bound
Soon there, to see my friends
'Was a time, so long ago, I railed, to stand against them
And raised the hew and beckoned cry, against their faces, ashen
All would seek to shackle me, so fugitive and wild
To seek amidst the wrack of love, and so beget its child
And lone, against a crystal sky
I'll wait, until my end
Shall rip me forward, future-bound
Soon there, to see my friends
Of late, I sit my lonely crag, and watch the world turn
And oft of late, and of afar, I listen to it burn
The willow wind, on o'er my lee, has scarce will to diminish
Or still the echoes in the night, 'come running to their finish
And lone, against a crystal sky
I'll wait, until my end
Shall rip me forward, future-bound
Soon there, to see my friends
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