Birdsong At Morning
Vigil (2024 Remaster)

Release Date: February 23, 2024

Lyrics

Vigil

  • Wait another night for the morning light to appear
    Watching time unravel, extinguishing the years
    Keeping to myself my solitary sins
    From beautiful companions nameless to the end

    But who will wait for the light fading away
    And who will stay for the counting of numbered days

    The ghosts of my life scattered by the winds
    A broken line of disenchanted lovers and friends
    Their faces disappear and memories take wing
    Flying like a bird in my bed about to sing

    But who will wait for the light fading away
    And who will stay for the counting of numbered days

    The future steals the past like a thief in the dark
    And every memory ends with a question mark
    So I wait another night, wait another year
    Letting time erase, 'til my conscience is clear

    Alan Williams © 2009 Under a Metal Sky Music (BMI)

  • Strange are the hours
    In the late autumn showers
    When the mist rises up from the field
    Under death's spell
    I will lay as i fell
    Waiting for all that will be revealed

    So far away
    As the night follows day
    She will turn down the lamp that once burned
    There in the dark
    She will know in her heart
    That her true love will never return

    Turning the light out

    Sweet were the nights
    In the soft candlelight
    When the fires were lit in our hearts
    Come to me now
    In the dream's solemn vow
    That all lovers are never to part

    So far from home
    I am lost and alone
    And the darkness has swallowed me whole
    Tell me again
    Softly, like an amen
    Let your words come envelope my soul

    The blessed peace
    Of the gentle release
    Let your prayer come to carry me home
    Tell me again, softly like an amen

    Alan Williams © 2009 Under a Metal Sky Music (BMI)

  • Sorry, we can't offer their lyrics.

    King Crimson, © 1981 Universal Music Careers obo "EG Music, Ltd." (BMI)

  • Now that the lights have dimmed and silence falls like a hymn
    The arms of a broken man reach for an open hand
    Longing to be restored, the bottle already poured
    Moments that never pass bring my lips to the glass

    Drink to the poison curse
    Drink to the miracle cure
    Drink to the memory
    Drink to the remedy

    A remedy – bitter and pale
    A remedy – nursing a heart that failed

    There's something familiar here, the fragrance of bitter tears
    Burns in the finest grain and echoes in soft refrains
    And now that her eyes are dry, the song of her last goodbye
    A kiss that will quickly fade, a lingering serenade

    A serenade - broken and frail
    A serenade – sung to a heart that failed

    Suddenly opened doors and footsteps upon the floor
    The arms of a younger man reach for an open hand

    Waltzing across the yard, a tango beneath the stars
    Stepping through centuries, living in memory

    A memory – faded and veiled
    A memory – held in the heart that failed

    Alan Williams © 2009 Under a Metal Sky Music (BMI)

  • I have loved you it’s true
    I have wondered aloud at the grace
    Of a bird as she flew
    With a wave of her hand
    Never touching the ground where I stand

    Every gesture she makes
    Every movement a storm leaving
    Scattered debris in its wake
    But a delicate touch
    I remember that much

    I love you still
    Although the years fade into memory
    I love you still
    Your distant kiss still feels so real to me
    So near to me, so near

    A promise was made
    You embodied my ideal of heaven
    But now it’s betrayed
    Still your words remain clear
    And your voice never seemed so near

    There’s a choice I must make
    To follow your footsteps
    And relive the same mistakes
    So, though it may not be true
    This is how I will choose to remember you

    Alan Williams © 2009 Under a Metal Sky Music (BMI)

  • Thank you for your muted response
    And turning from a loved one to a stranger
    I'm learning not to say it all at once
    Learning how to recognize the danger

    Thank you for the hollow in your voice
    Your delicate and eloquent appraisal
    I'm listening as if I had a choice
    Of hearing something other than betrayal

    Au revoir, mon ami
    We've come to a parting of the ways
    Au revoir, mon ami
    In your eyes I recognize
    There's nothing left to say
    More or less
    Less is more
    Au revoir

    Thanks for the resistance in your touch
    Your love for me withheld in hesitation
    I've learned to live with needing it too much
    So, I'll take the distance as my consolation

    Alan Williams © 2009 Under a Metal Sky Music (BMI)

 
 

Credits

Alan Williams: lead vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonium, percussion, string arrangements
Darleen Wilson: acoustic and electric guitar, harmony vocals
Greg Porter: bass, harmony vocals
Ben Wittman: drums, percussion
Anne Elise Thomas: qunun on “The Heart That Failed”
David Gutierrez: orchestral drums on "Light"
Marissa Licata: first violin
Helen Sherrah-Davies: five-string violin
Catherine Bent: cello

Produced by Alan Williams
Bass and drums (Ben Wittman) recorded by Roy Hendrickson, assisted by Aki Nishimura, at Avatar Studios in New York City.
Strings recorded by Antonio Oliart at Fraser Performance Studio, WGBH in Boston.
Fabio, Jerry, and Anne Elise recorded in their homes by Alan Williams with the Backpack Mobile system.
All other performances recorded by Alan Williams at The Aviary (Mach 1 and 2).
Mastered by Mark Donahue at Soundmirror in Jamaica Plain, MA.

Photography by Julia Margaret Cameron

About The Music

Vigil (2024 Remaster)| Birdsong At Morning

Release Date: February 23, 202024

 

Vigil

  • This song was suggested by the specter of loss that follows Alzheimer's disease, as well as a cautionary tale for folks that move quickly through relationships without establishing real bonds. Who's going to remember you when you can't remember yourself?

    When I was a teenager, I spent a long sleepless night listening to the radio after my true love introduced me to her boyfriend. At around 3am, this song came on the radio. Something about that guitar line just resonated, the closest I've come to God speaking to me. Let the airwaves flow.

  • The guitar part suggests an Appalachian dulcimer, an instrument I remember trying to play with a Bic pen in a third grade workshop. The lyric was inspired by a series of photographs taken on the battlefields at Gettysburg, and I wrote it from the perspective of a soldier at the moment of his death, imagining his sweetheart.

    The title comes from a quote in an Alex Ross story about the composer Aaron Copland, whose last instructions to a string ensemble in rehearsal were, "Very good. Now again, softly, like amen." Sounded like poetry to me, and I held on to the phrase until I could find a song to append it to.

  • Formative years, formative years. Looking back, most of the cover songs we have recorded date from the years 1979/1980. Even the Stones cover comes from an album I bought in 1979, and played obsessively every morning before school.

    This King Crimson song always captivated me with its ethereal beauty. Our setting attempts to capture that mood, established by Adrian Belew's heavily processed electric guitar, with acoustic instrumentation. The title is Japanese for, "please, wait."

  • A song about alcoholism/addiction, a condition I am blessedly free from, as a number of sober friends would concur. While I can't know what that feels like, I can certainly describe what it looks like.

    The last verse was inspired by a Raymond Carver story in which a young couple visits a yard sale, the detritus of a dissolved marriage scattered about the lawn. A record player. A dance.

  • This is the oldest song in our catalog by several decades. Greg and I performed it in a different incarnation during our conservatory years. Our teacher, Ran Blake assigned us some summer reading – Willa Cather's A Lost Lady – and staged a fall concert to include our musical responses. I was very pleased with the verses, but the chorus was all ham-handed drum machine "rock."

    Jump forward a few decades, and a different chorus popped into my head. Now I had a song, but no band to perform it. The seeds for our string section were sown here, and in many ways, Birdsong was formed so that I could perform a song like this. Maybe even this exact one.

  • What happens when friendships fade? The song came from the odd coincidence of three difficult phone conversations in the same week, all unexpectedly distant where there had once been deep and easy connection.

    Somewhere out there is a guy waiting to hear this over the radio at 3am.