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Image by Madeleine Hart.

Landslide

Words and music by Richard S. Grossman

The idea for Landslide came to me one late fall day in 1992. I was driving on Interstate 94 West to my teaching job in downtown Minneapolis. My mind was on auto pilot with no thoughts about anything in particular when I happened to look up. The sky was a moody winter gray mixed with slices of muted sun. Suddenly, as if superimposed over the clouds, I was gazing into a striking full moon. I knew that autumn moons existed, but had never seen one until that moment.

Within a few seconds, a lyric popped into my head – There’s a morning moon a setting in the western sky today. And the autumn gold is changing to a winter shade of gray.  I was simultaneously overcome with sadness, regret and wonder. I had recently lost my mother and three close friends within the span of a year. In retrospect, I don’t believe I had allowed myself to fully grieve their passing. As is so often the case, I did not get to say my final goodbyes and was feeling the remorse that accompanies lack of closure. In short, I felt like I had been hit by a landslide of loss without a way to channel my emotions. Completing this song became that cathartic vehicle.

Landslide was originally released in 1997 on Madeleine Hart’s True Heart CD. It took me a couple of decades, but I am so pleased to be able to share my version of the song with you here. 

 

There’s a morning moon a setting in the western sky today
And the autumn gold is changing to a winter shade of gray
They came here for a reason, so many years ago
Just what that is I need to know
 
And I’m trying hard to understand the reason why
They had to cross to the other side
Some things hit you easy, while others hit you hard
This one hit me like a landslide
 
Now I’m searching for some silver in these clouds so lined with pain
But the winds of change keep blowin’ like an angry hurricane
And I kick myself for thinking every minute of every day
There was one last thing I needed to say
 
And if I find some kind of peace within myself
I’ll always have their memory to share
But in my mind it seems an end unto itself
An imaginary castle in the air
 
There are four bright stars a rising in the twilight of the night
Four bright spirits glowing with their warm eternal light
And with each passing season it gets easier to see
Four souls watching over me

 

Still in my heart I feel there was no reason why
They had to cross to the other side
Some things hit you easy, while others hit you hard
This one hit me like a landslide

It hit me like a landslide

 

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Credits

Piano, Synths, Drums, Percussion, Bass, Acoustic Guitar and Vocals: Richard S. Grossman
Produced and Engineered by: Richard S. Grossman

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