Song of The Year

From way back then

Sure, you can look through all the stuff that was recorded or released during 2020 and pick a song of the year of your choice. More or less everybody’s doing it. Still, the question remains - does it really signify the events or the mood prevalent in something that you can easily label as crap of a year.

But, then, even picking one that does is not such an easy task. Personally, the easiest way to do it is to instinctively go for one that you felt represents the hard times, when the light at the end of a tunnel looks like just a flicker of an almost burnt-out candle. And it all comes down to personal experiences and perception.

One such year here was 1998, all connected to personal doubts and the search to overcome them. At that time, the song that defined those experiences and the mood was ‘Evening Mass,’  penned by sadly late Robert Fisher, and recorded on his band’s (Willard Grant Conspiracy) album of the same year.

Yet, throughout the song and its lyrics, with all the despair it expresses, you get the feeling that there might be some light still left in that candle that still flickers at the end of the tunnel. That light was quite weak in 2020, hopefully, it will grow stronger in 2021.

Evening Mass

She comes alone every evening

Lights as many candles

As she can afford

500 empty seats along the aisle

1000 empty tears in every stain glass window

And, Oh, the Greedy come a calling

And, Oh, the Needy come up wanting again

And, Oh, the Desperate come a courting'

The Lord has come up

Empty again

Sweat stains on the mattress ticking

They're drunk inside a memory

40 watts dimly light

The motel bedroom

Where Gideon's words

Will not save them

And, Oh, the Greedy come a calling

And, Oh, the Needy come up wanting again

And, Oh, the Desperate come a courting'

The Lord has come up

Empty again

He comes alone every evening

Degenerates into his bottle

He's long since lost any meaning

1000 blows are just too many

For one man to absorb

And, Oh, the Greedy come a calling

And, Oh, the Needy come up wanting again

And, Oh, the Desperate come a courting'

The Lord has come up

Empty again

The Lord has come up

Empty again

The Lord has come up

Empty... again (Willard Grant Conspiracy - ‘Evening Mass,’ courtesy Genius.com)