Deep Autumn

written 11/2003

The writing of this song took more than its brevity would indicate. Deep Autumn is the most palpable remnant of 2003 evenings I spent at then girlfriend’s, at the district of Górczyn.  She had a nylon-string guitar she or I would pick – the opening theme came like that and it sounded lovely on it. Even more so with the lyrics, based on the excerpts of her diary I was exceptionally allowed to read. The whole image of the golden tent I took from the very there, and it was pretty evocative of my way to her tenement house from the tram (no.5) stop, under those magnificent chestnut trees.

The ‘You’ in the second vocal part refers to the Lord. I had basically long stopped writing overtly Christian lyrics by then, but if the Heavens echoed between the lines now and again, it somehow sounded more valid now. And more truthful anyway, certainly this time the vanity  I had really experienced, not only read about. So my call was inevitable.

The opening theme flows again under the words and comes back at the end in its own right. The very melody, though, is pretty linear. I had tried to write a linear song before (I no), but this one came out less forced and less self-conscious. All the notes seem subject to the overall Autumn aura, and in this I find this song very accomplished. I’m proud it has been tagged ‘soulsong’ at




Pastures Green


written 07/2009

This might be the most accomplished Soundrops lyric. I found the line beyond these hills there is Kingdom Come  somewhere at the turn of the millenium and the first verse came to me in 2003. I sensed something important was to come, and perhaps that was why I seemed unable to move on, captured within the image of myself dancing on a hill in Duszniki Zdrój (Bad Reinerz)  under altocumulus clouds, in the middle of the summer back there in the eighties, somehow without any threatening shadow of the imminent school year. These holiday trips had our family at the most loving, and this memory-to-be was to remain vivid despite the passing years.

The rest was fittingly written in this very kingdom of the Kłodzko Basin (with the surrounding ranges), along the blue track from Karłów to Duszniki, when I was gathering ideas for the Friends album and my head opened anew for a while. It managed to comprise both the pastures in the Bystrzyckie Hills (the slopes of Mount Mouflon) and the aerial in Krasne Potockie where friend Witek (of Witek & Gero and the PC project) lived, as well as of course the Psalm 23 reference. The song (no longer past) is obviously ahead of the real me (as I believe is the case with most artists, after all they herald the things which are slightly above them, [did I say slightly?]), but I hope to reach the hills not too late.

And obviously it’s only a prelude to the Real Thing anyway.