Chrysalid: Musicians for Katrina Relief CD is a project organized by coalition of international musicians using their art to raise funds in support of the victims of hurricane Katrina.
Clarkston, Michigan, USA
rockstar_not at KVR is exactly that - not a rock star. He's known to family and friends as Scott Lake. As a Christian, husband, father of 4 children and automotive engineer, Scott's musical influences range from Gregorian Chant of Hildegard von Bingen, to U2, to Allison Krauss and UnionStation. For the past 25+ years, Scott has been playing keyboards and guitars and lately has taken up electric bass.
Scott doesn't know how to swing a hammer very well, but felt convicted to help out the victims of the Katrina disaster in some way. Scott is grateful for this opportunity this CD has provided to allow him to give some relief to those affected by Katrina.
The song is a lament sung by an evacuee from the hurricane as the evacuee comes across a piano and finally gets to play and relieve some of the pain he has experienced as a result of the disaster. A glimmer of hope is presented at the end of the song as a stranger extends grace to the evacuee by inviting him to sit in with a local group of musicians.
Will I ever feel at home again? Will I ever return to that place destroyed by wind?
I hope I can always remember them; the people that I knew, and those I called friends.
I wonder why this had to happen to me; and to those that I loved now buried by the sea.
Home. A place taken for granted. Home. Will I ever be home again?
Whatever is to become of me, when I used to use these hands, building ships for the sea?
How am I ever going to start anew? Where will I live? What will I do?
Home. It's a word taken for granted. Home. Will I ever be home again?
Home. The place I was firmly planted. Home. Will I ever feel home again?
So where to start; where to begin again? Do my years have any value? When will I be on the mend?
Just a few photos to remember them. How will I do them justice, with no means to that end?
Home. I took it all for granted. Home. Will I be home again?
Home. The place I was firmly planted. Home. Will I ever feel home again?