About See Sharp

… This song is probably the oldest song on the album, and if pressed, Billy will tell you that the song is about things lost. Presented to the band as a finished composition, Billy actually wrote the music when he was just out of High School and over the years several ideas for lyrics were written and discarded because they didn’t quite fit with the overall music theme. Inspired to a degree by Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, the idea musically was to be dark without being depressing, heavy without being self-important. Accordingly, lyrics dealing with subjects such as love lost, or many other “standard” topics seemed, in the end, to be silly or pithy. The catalyst for the finished lyrics you hear was the loss of Billy’s mother and the tragic death of a niece, one in September the other in October. Like many things deeply personal, it took many re-writes until the songwriter was satisfied with what they had begat – or is it that they just abandoned it? Maybe that is best left to the listener to decide… The name of the song is derived from the musical key in which it is written, in keeping with the melancholy mood of the overall composition. Danny Schauffler’s haunting sax solo adds the perfect touch for a feeling of foreboding, confusion and anger.

SEE SHARP
Music and Lyrics by Billy Nichols
Lead Vocal by Billy Nichols

I’ve heard that time is memories father
Been told that wisdom leads to truth
This journey started with one footstep
And a map I could not use
The night is dark, and I am tired

An oak I am not, such as trees go
If analogies you look for
Yet to the winds I do not bend well
And the gales take their toll
September mocked October’s warning
As in my smugness I looked on,
Like a schoolboy in the back row
Hoping not to be called on

(naked to the world and you)
You know I feel I’ve paid my dues
(with no warning)
Now you’re gone forever
So if heads you win, and tails I lose
Don’t call me bitter for distractions that I choose

Time, please heal
Sad eyes, I’ve had enough to feel
Here’s mine, so take yours
What’s left no thief would ever steal
There’s little left of me,
Without you

I scream in anger make it stop, you drag me down to ruin
I’m less for what you’ve taken and I wonder what I’m doin’
Seduced by summer, blind to, the autumn in your wake
How you hold the hand of winter and this cold I can’t escape
Make these seasons of wither end
Sometimes fate you’re a loathsome friend
There’s little left of me,
Without you