Saturday, December 19, 2009

Year in Review: Mike Marcellino debuts with "Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings;" rises to #49 among Top Folk Artists in New York City


Love song to aviator Amelia Earhart, lost over the Pacific in 1937

Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings

Listeners comments:

Just listened to Amelia Earhart, Soft Silver Wings.....I love it. It's funny what you said about not having to do anything but listen. The music was so atmospheric; all I COULD do was listen....Beautiful - Julia Chapman, Bristol UK

Mike, if she were here your tribute would be painted on her left wing; her right wing would have inscribed the names of Nobel peace prize winners - Clarice, Grand Rapids, MI

Since releasing their first song in September 2009, Mike Marcellino with Ensor has risen to #49 of Top Folk Artists in New York City and in the top 6% on Global and National charts of ReverbNation.

Mike Marcellino, words, vocal
Tomas Texino - mandolin, composition and production
Recorded in St. Augustine Florida
Other songs of Mike Marcellino with Ensor -
Las Cruces
Flatbush
The walls of fire
Bondi beach


The lyrics - 
Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings
by mike marcellino

Amelia Earhart,
Love your picture
in flight.
Love your goggles,
love your lips.
Love how you circled the world,
single handed.
amelia
amelia
amelia.

Like that leather
air cap.
You’re a goddess, a woman,
soft white,
ahead of your time,
such afterglow
night
in shinning armor.


Meet me on a northern coast,
not far from the equator,
above the island
where they made King Kong.

Your Atlantis, risen
in my South China Sea.
amelia
amelia
amelia.

Oh, your last flight.
Oh your last flight.
What a night.
Looking at your picture
in my book,
soft silver
soft silver
wings.

Your lips, painted colors
light, pretty pink.
Those eyes,
imagine,
sigh.
Your nails, natural,
fingertips.
Taking you with me.
amelia
amelia
amelia.
Soft silver
soft silver
wings.

"Courage"
Courage is the price that Life extracts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not, knows no release.
From little things.
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear.
Not mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
How can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull grey ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The soul’s dominion? Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the restless day,
And count it fair. 
- Amelia Earhart, 1927

You made the crossing
not alone.
Meet you over the Atlantic.
amelia
amelia
amelia.
Soft silver,
soft silver,
wings.
copyright Mike Marcellino amelia earhart, soft silver wings 2009