{"id":70,"date":"2005-11-24T22:59:00","date_gmt":"2005-11-24T22:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=70"},"modified":"2015-11-01T17:11:25","modified_gmt":"2015-11-02T01:11:25","slug":"all-i-need-is-the-sun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2005\/11\/24\/all-i-need-is-the-sun\/","title":{"rendered":"All I Need Is the Sun"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/ayearofsongs\/images\/blogimages\/All_I_Need.jpg\" alt=\"All I Need Is the Sun\" align=\"left\" border=\"1\" hspace=\"6\" vspace=\"2\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 180%;\">A<\/span> thanksgiving song.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m at that point in my life when I&#8217;m mostly beyond being afraid for myself, but like anyone, I have my moments of darkness and doubt.<\/p>\n<p>When things are darkest&#8230; I count my blessings.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a tactic that not only dovetails nicely with my innate perversity, but which has served me well over the years. As I mentioned in a previous post, 25 years ago (last month) I was hit by an inattentive driver while riding my motorcycle and ended up in the hospital for 2 months (most of that in traction) with an &#8220;exploded&#8221; hip, a smashed femur, and a shattered ankle.<\/p>\n<p>They pieced me back together (my ex-rays look like I was attacked by the contents of a hardware store), but there were some tough times along the way, I was on crutches for 6 months and a cane for 5 years. (Turned out I was walking on a leg that was still broken. Long story that reinforces the importance of second opinions, which I discovered late.)<\/p>\n<p>Anyhow, the thing is, when things got tough, as they occasionally did, I counted my blessings. (<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">I used to feel bitter that I didn&#8217;t have any shoes until I saw a man who didn&#8217;t have any feet. <\/span>You know?)<\/p>\n<p>I also drank&#8230; I&#8217;d say &#8216;but that&#8217;s another story&#8217; &#8212; but it&#8217;s actually <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">this<\/span> story, or more properly the story of this song.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 180%;\">A<\/span>t any rate, here&#8217;s a guy who, I&#8217;m thinking, is living in that tiny postage-stamp sized bit of grace afforded those with little left to lose&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>These lyrics were originally written as a sort of rap to go with music from Brit techno whizkid Deakin Scott but, while Deakin and I collaborated more or less successfully on an earlier track (the lyrics for which are my &#8220;Mountains Come, Mountains Go&#8221;) the track these were written for never came together and I finally sat down with my acoustic guitar a few months later and came up, more or less, with these chords.<\/p>\n<p>I say &#8216;more or less&#8217; because I actually had all but forgotten this song and before yesterday and had quite likely not played it twice since 1999. A shame, since I really like it. It&#8217;s not the first song I&#8217;ve written or track I&#8217;ve recorded in a &#8216;creative phase&#8217; that&#8217;s gone forgotten for a long period after the arc of sometimes fevered productivity has passed.<\/p>\n<!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-70-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/All_I_Need_Is_the_Sun\/AYoS20051124_All_I_Need_Is_the_Sun.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/All_I_Need_Is_the_Sun\/AYoS20051124_All_I_Need_Is_the_Sun.mp3\">http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/All_I_Need_Is_the_Sun\/AYoS20051124_All_I_Need_Is_the_Sun.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p><strong>All I Need Is the Sun<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>looking for my place in the sun<br \/>\nah but everything is already gone<br \/>\na bottle in a bag and a bun<br \/>\nnow all I need is the sun<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">caviar and champagne are fun<br \/>\nlimos and callgirls the run<br \/>\nbut those cocaine days are done<br \/>\nnow all I need is the sun<\/span><\/p>\n<p>kingdoms and palaces galore<br \/>\nyachts and planes for sure<br \/>\ndiamonds and oilfields and mines<br \/>\nyet I traded them all for this wine<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">caviar and champagne are fun&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve spent a thousand times what you&#8217;ll ever own<br \/>\nI had twenty people answerin&#8217; my phone<br \/>\nYou&#8211; you&#8217;d never get through&#8230; yet now<br \/>\nhere I am drinkin&#8217; with you<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">caviar and champagne are fun<br \/>\nlimos and callgirls the run<br \/>\nbut those cocaine days are done<br \/>\nnow all I need is the sun<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 78%;\">1999-11-01<br \/>\n(C)1999, TK Major<\/span><span style=\"font-style: italic;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A thanksgiving song. I&#8217;m at that point in my life when I&#8217;m mostly beyond being afraid for myself, but like anyone, I have my moments of darkness and doubt. When things are darkest&#8230; I count my blessings. It&#8217;s a tactic that not only dovetails nicely with my innate perversity, but which has served me well [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pgc_meta":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,340,67],"tags":[267,901,434],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2069,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70\/revisions\/2069"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}