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No Friend In Sight Song

Posted by Barry Pittard on December 31, 2009

I haven’t finished my holiday yet ….

To all I wish a Happy New Year.

A character in one of my pieces of writing is spring-stepping along forest floors, thinking that at least the local flora and fauna and the swaying canopy of leaf and of cloud are all heeding his song.  He has not long got out of his raggedy clothing, and has learned to look as normal as he can, back  in polite society. The poor and outcast taught him how to be more simple. They saved his heart from being almost a stone. He saw how they shared what little they had. He saw how little it takes to assist the downtrodden to become confident, and the light of well-being and intelligence to shine in their eyes. What should have filled him with so much sorrow has given him a joy that hardly ever leaves him. He is ridiculous as the world knows it.  

Relating to the song below, you can see below my favourite painter William Turner’s painting “Snow Storm – Steam-Boat off a Harbour’s Mouth“. The apparently apocryphal story is that to assist in the painting of this picture, Turner actually had himself tied to the mast of a ship in a storm. In this steady state, he was able to ride out the storm. Apocryphal or not, the notion is a great one.

In my song No Friend In Sight my wayfarer sings: 

There are those who live oh ho to tell you

That your days fade dimly to their close

That your sun, it soon goes sinking low

And that you should draw your curtains, and just doze

 

Have you seen how early the no-sayers get started?

You can hear them before you learn to talk

When your young heart gets so hung up and disheartened

Before ever you learn to walk

        So my friend, we had better befriend ourselves

        Even when there is no friend in sight

 

There are those who thrive on making sure

That your night will light no moonbeams

That your star will soon be sinking low

And that you should rise up – no more

 

Have you seen how sweetly they regard you

Shark-eyed, barb-toothed, to make your cringe

With sharp hints of malignance toward you

But will you drink? Will you sink a syringe?!

 

        (Lift) Will we belly-roll for the no-sayers; let them ravage us?

        Will we savage ourselves because of savages?!

        Oh no, friend, we had best befriend ourselves

       Even when there is no friend in sight

 

Have you seen how – when lashed to the masthead

You can ride storms as if you’re made of cork?

Have you seen how you get weak or strong-hearted

When your Captain is your own self-talk?

 

Have you seen how early they get started?

You can hear no-sayers before you learn to talk

When your young heart can get so disheartened

 Before ever you learn to walk

       

        So  friend, we had better befriend ourselves

        Even when there looms no friend in sight

        Dear friend we had best befriend ourselves

        And be friend to the friend so deep inside

        Yes friend, mast, we had best befriend ourselves

        Even when there is no land in sight

 

       Even when there is no friend in sight

       Even when there is no land in sight

Note:  This song is protected under provisions of:

The Australasian Performing Right Association (APRA) 

 

                    Snow Storm – Steam-Boat off a Harbour’s Mouth  exhibited 1842. Painted by Joseph Mallord William Turner (1775-1851)

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