New Moon

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The Kenn Morr Band
Kenn Morr

Story

New Moon was written in about as much time as it takes to sing it. It was early January and we were still living near the water in Huntington, NY. I wrote the song in a tiny kitchen in our little home shortly after we lost heat. With no fireplace the only thing we could do was wait and hope the repairman wasn't too busy. I picked up the guitar and started playing the simple intro (which ultimately became the entire song) and the words came out as fast as I could write them down. When we recorded it in Nashville it was (producer) Bob Johnston's idea to emphasize chosen phrases with harmony vocals. I can still see the singers standing in a circle in the studio with Bob in the middle directing traffic...When we cut the "new" version we kept the vocal arrangements as close to the original as possible. 

Lyrics

New Moon

There’s a new moon rising before your eyes

Gone with the fears and the alibis

Yesterday’s drying on the canvas, yes

Where tomorrow’s going is anyone’s guess

 

The snow’s falling and the heat don’t work

I thought I was passed acting like some kind of jerk

But I’m sitting here freezing drinking this wine

Wishing on music and lyrical rhymes

 

Outside there’s people crawling the streets

Each with a plan, each with a vision, each with a dream

Clinging to survival just to survive

It’s so easy sometimes to forget you’re alive

 

Now the puppets they dance in the crib of a child

While the world’s in a cage and promise runs wild

Where hope swallows fear and light smothers black

And everyone’s sailing with the wind at their back

 

I’ve been trying to reach it but I ain’t got there yet

And all the things that I know I sometimes forget

So it’s back at the start, more lines in my skin

I keep asking myself where to begin

 

So Heaven help me if I ever get it right

The trumpets will blow and I’ll reclaim my sight

You’ll be sure to know me with the smile on my face

Out of my head like the whole human race

 

There’s a new moon rising before your eyes

Gone with the fears and the alibis

Yesterday’s drying on the canvas, yes

Where tomorrow’s going is anyone’s guess