Solo Seasons

by Randal Prater

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1.
Try to count all the things we forget eventually Smile if you know that I merely jest actually Memory is a fickle flame if we play a simple game Remember all the silly signs that greet the west instantly The doorway sees me It’s laughing at me Halfway out of the dark Alone with all of these thoughts I guess I’ll lose what those were Once on the other side of that door Ask yourself all the things that you forget eventually Grin if you know that I merely jest actually Memory gives a funny fame if we play the crying game Remember when the sunny side would kiss the west instantly
2.
Ephemeral 02:53
Celebrate the quickly fading harbinger of spring Enhance the dance with Mary and Jane Take the transitory trilliums and sing Nothing gold can ever stay the same Breeches with bluebells Heartleaf foamflowers Springtime heart swells High times reflecting hours Peek around the quaker ladies as they sip their tea Little sweet Betsy is the right girl for me Tickle crested Iris as she giggles in the wind Stipple all the toadshade to the end Lose yourself in color As you elevate your mind Float on through the forest With all the new friends you find
3.
Sandalwood 03:41
He kissed her cheek where tears had left A trail of evidence before whispering into her ear It’s okay, pretty pet, keep dreaming Everything will be better in the morning Promises spill from those lips Like honey stolen from a dying bee Trying to fly on one wing But, we still sting Then the morning proved that he had gone Away from everything after whispering into her ear It’s okay just to keep on dreaming Everything will be better in the evening There’s a false calm to our inner landscape No kisses waiting in the morning Just a trail of sandalwood Sandalwood
4.
Way back in seventy-something, I guess Things were so simple and carefree and fun Spending the summers with black tongue and mess A flavor of ice cream loved by Mom and son Yesterday came to play, not to stay Licorice memories Though today seems so grey, we still play Licorice memories Now that I’m older, I see I’ve been blessed Things aren’t so simple or carefree or calm Dreaming of summers with black tongue and mess A flavor of ice cream loved by son and Mom Licorice memories Licorice memories
5.
Ghost Notes 02:52
You turn into vapors within an embrace Are you still here or lost in your lace It’s creepy and spooky and calming and mellow Are you still here or did I lose you at hello We fight to hold on and we fight to let go Like groovy ghoulies corresponding with a friendly ghost Your feet are like clouds that float above the concrete A perfect mystery brings nothing but glee It’s screechy and smoochy, alarming and charming When yesterday comes after tomorrow morning We fight to hold on and we fight to let go Like groovy ghoulies reciprocating with friendly notes Jekyll without Hyde is not worth the ride
6.
Autumn arrival, Halloween baby To be fair, a week before that Fire colored leaves, possibly maybe Pounced by a calico cat Half century boy is who I am Joy is well worth chasing, boy Catapulted to teenage stardom wasn’t to be To be fair, I didn’t want that Fire colored leaves, definitely maybe Pounced by grey and black cats Half century boy is who I am Joy is well worth chasing Boy, can she be coy Every day above ground, head in clouds There’s no better way Come what may, I love sound, seeing clouds There’s no better day Half century boy Joy is well worth chasing, boy
7.
How do you feel when you stare into the sun with your ears And how do you see with kaleidoscopes for corneas Tell me what you hear Never take me seriously I live on my own custom cloud above a sea of simulation How do you breathe when you stare into the sun with your nose You know how to see with kaleidoscopes for corneas Tell me what you blow Never take me seriously I live on my own custom cloud above a sea of simulation How, why How do you see and why do you feel
8.
The calendar is not so kind when the days start to fall off like hours I just walk the miles alone while the ground hides flowers Look into the sky full of diamond lights Winter is fading into one final swoon Hear them cawing with the night No snow, no show, full crow moon The balladeer is not so blind when the rays start to burn off their fire I just walk the miles alone while the crow flies higher Look into the sky full of diamond lights Winter is fading into one final swoon Hear them cawing with the night No snow, no show, full crow moon No snow, no show, full crow moon

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This is my first album in six years, written and recorded in January and February, 2020. It is the first collection of songs that were entirely written on piano instead of guitar or bass, like previous records.

I wanted the album title to reflect a solitary experience with the seasonal change of a calendar year. Tracks 1 and 2 are the spring songs, 3 and 4 = summer, 5 & 6 = autumn, 7 & 8 winter. If you pay attention to the lyrics, only the even numbered tracks mention the season it reflects.

For the Easter egg hunters among you, all seven letters were used in the musical keys, with E being the repeat offender on the eighth song. These are the keys and tempos for anyone wanting to complete the puzzle: Am, Bm, C#m, Dmaj7, Em, E5, F#m, G5, 80, 88, 92, 100, 120, 128, 140, 160 (note all the tempos are divisible by four since it's the 4th solo album).

Two dates in 2020 are important for this album. March 9th is the full crow moon (the name of the final track). It is the final full moon of winter before turning to spring on March 19th (the official album release date).

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released March 19, 2020

All songs written and recorded by Randal Prater and published by Doldrum (BMI)
Cover image art by Pavel Ivanov

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Randal Prater Seattle, Washington

Singer-songwriter with four solo albums. Former frontman for Creeping Myrtle and The Pagan States.

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