Six o’clock, bells ring out
In a dream forgotten now
And all that’s left is the rooftop rouge
Of a sun just set from a sky still blue;
The colors mix and evanesce--
A figure first from head to chest--
And there you stand, the impression’s clear,
And I notice then that I’m still here.
Sixth of June, a corner house,
Memory rubs the rainclouds out,
And I will play, eternally,
A broken chord in a minor key
On a porch across the street,
Light rains down through the eaves,
And a dear old friend (he used to be)
Says, “Settle down, dream yourself away...”
Where chimneys take the sunset rouge
And bells ring out, ringing out the day...
And no one says with reason clear
It’s in my mind and you’re not here.
Don’t quite know what I’ve become,
Not quite proud of the things I’ve done,
I walk these streets all black with rain
And carry looks of remembered pain...
Knee high drifts, a snow-white moon,
A sleeping pill I took too soon,
A raven dons a magpie suit,
He sees me fall, he sees me drift away...
To future days of sunlit streets
And half-sung words, the words I couldn’t say...
And up to now, a different year,
The same dark day and you’re not here...
Six o’clock bells ring out
A figure stands at a corner house
With a face like mine, a younger year,
And I notice then
That I’m not here.
American songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Jon Hughes, has been based in Ireland since 2005. He has shared a stage with
Damien Jurado, She Keeps Bees, and the legendary singer-songwriter, Buddy Mondlock.
Hughes' latest collection of songs, "Sunshine Remorse", was released in January of 2019....more