From the recording 2. Doesn't Matter
One evening I was waiting to pick up my daughter, who was arriving by train at night. As I walked around the parking lot, under lamp light, I saw trails and trails made of thin, glimmering, translucent ooze, from hundreds of snails that were out and about, doing something mysterious (what, I know not). The lyrics in the song, "when moonlight snails leave gossamer trails," was inspired by witnessing this beautiful midnight sight. The song theme came about as the result of thinking about the vastness of the universe and the Greek myth of how Orpheus pursued Eurydice even past death and into the underworld. I also really like the sound of the Irish Bouzouki so I used its sound as a lead instrument on this track, which I think plays well against the electric guitar as a second lead instrument. (I don’t actually own an Irish Bouzouki, so I played keyboard with a synthesized bouzouki sound. The bending of the notes is made by how hard keys get hit so I had to really pound on the keyboard in some places in order to get the right, bouzouki-style sound.)
Lyrics
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DOESN'T MATTER
Michael Dyer
© 2007
Across the vastness of space and time,
Before the Big Bang and reason or rhyme.
I'm the one who was foretold. I'm the one meant for your soul.
It doesn't matter if you're young or old.
Doesn't matter if you're timid or bold.
Doesn't matter who's behind or ahead.
Doesn't even matter if you're living or dead!
'Cause I'm coming for your love. And we'll join below to above.
When dark doors need metal bars. When black holes eat molten stars.
When deep whales slip past hovering sails,
And moonlight snails leave gossamer trails.
It doesn't matter who got less or got more.
Doesn't matter if you're a saint or a whore.
Doesn't matter if you're crippled or well.
Doesn't even matter if you're in heaven or hell!
'Cause I'm coming to inhale, the loving you exhale.
They say the void will always be, and consume all galaxies.
But our love's reality will exist for eternity.
It doesn't matter if you're young or old.
Doesn't matter if you're tin or gold.
Doesn't matter who's behind or ahead.
Doesn't even matter if you're living or dead!
'Cause I'm coming for your love. And we'll join below to above.
Across the eons of hopes and fears,
Across the eons of joys and tears,
Our union was foretold. Our bodies merge; become one soul.
So it doesn't matter who got less or got more.
Doesn't matter if you're a saint or a whore.
Doesn't matter if you're crippled or well.
Doesn't even matter if you're in heaven or hell!
'Cause I'm coming to inhale, the loving you exhale.