Story Behind the Song
This song was the logical final step in the sequence of vocal versions. It was really something that I just wanted to try. But I was pleased to find out that the guitar and vocal parts seem to gel fairly well together. Whether or not it compares to the band version is really up to the listener.
Although simpler, the band version holds a special place for me. It remains first on my list of versions.
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Lyrics
September Morning
September morning, millennium dawn,
rage without warning, the innocent gone.
Gone... where to?
... the ones we knew... Gone.
September noontime, through ashes and smoke,
a man stumbles blindly, coughing and choking.
He finds... a church,
cleans his eyes... in the holy water there.
Such beautiful people, how can this be?
Such violent crimes against... humanity.
Dear God, please receive... their souls.
September evening, the workers search on,
listening for voices from under the mounds
of rock... and steel,
trying not... to feel... the pain.
Remembrance and mourning, millennium’s dawn,
grief without warning, our innocence gone.
Gone... where to?
... with the ones we knew... Gone.
Such beautiful people, how can this be?
Such violent crimes against... humanity.
Dear God, please receive... their souls.
Frank Jordan
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