Jason Eady’s Stunning ‘French Summer Sun’ Reflects on the Cost of War and Family History

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Singer-songwriter Jason Eady reflects on war-affected generations on the austere and poignant “French Summer Sun” from his forthcoming album Over time.

“I come from a long line of soldiers” Eady sings. “And their blood still runs through me / They fought in fields and foreign lands so I could be who I wanted to be.”

Eady says the song was inspired by his own family history and a trip he took to Anzio Beach in Italy.

“I had the idea for this video as soon as I started thinking about the song itself,” Eady said in a press release. “The idea for the song came from visiting Anzio Beach in Italy, where my grandfather fought in World War II. While I was there, I thought a lot about the fact that this is not just one life that is lost in battle, but all future lives and generations. I wanted something that visually worked with the song, but didn’t distract the listener.

For the video for the song, Eady used photos submitted by his collaborators in the Sequestered songwriters group, a relief fund founded by Eady and his wife, singer-songwriter Courtney Patton.

“The idea of ​​having photos of family members who served in the military was important, so I contacted all of the Sequestrated Songwriters group and asked them to send me photos of members of the family or friends who they thought would be a good fit for the video,” Eady says. “When it came time to put it all together, we called Casey Pierce, a Nashville-based videographer who also designed the cover for my album. I travel, to take the idea and bring it to life. Casey pulled it off, and I think he perfectly captured the reality of the lives of the soldiers who fought.”

Watch the video for “French Summer Sun” below.

In the passage of time is the sequel to Eady’s album I travel.

List of tracks from “Towards the Passage of Time”:

  1. nothing about you
  2. These things
  3. Back to normal
  4. Possibilities
  5. French summer sun
  6. Gainesville
  7. The luxury of dreaming
  8. Saturday night
  9. My best friend
  10. In the passage of time

Lyrics of ‘French Summer Sun’:

He heard the silent buzz of a fly
And for a second he wasn’t quite sure what it was
Until it tickles his face and he opens his eyes
On a beach in the French summer sun
With sulfur in the air and the smell of something worse
He leaned on his elbow and looked around
He wiped blood from his face and saw his mate James
Mutilated and torn on the ground
The doctors got it and he thanked God they did
He spent 27 days in a field hospital
Before making the slow journey back to the United States
Minus a leg that still seemed impossible
He got a job sorting mail at the Birmingham Post Office
Five days a week and enough pay to get by
He met a beautiful girl through a mutual friend
And eleven months later that girl was his wife
The nightmares were often vivid and real
He woke up screaming several times a week
She was patient and kind and she stayed by his side
And in time he found a more restful sleep
The following year they had a son
Who was drafted at 18
He left to fight but he came back whole
He met my mother and they got me

And I come from a long line of soldiers
And their blood still runs through me
They fought in fields in foreign lands
So I could be who I wanted to be

I broke the streak and went to college
Instead of Kabul or Kuwait
I got my diploma
and I was hired to teach Shakespeare and Wordsworth and Yeats
At a decent sized high school outside of Atlanta
And I did the best that I could
It’s a heady thing for kids that age.
But overall I think I did good

(Chorus)

He heard the silent buzz of a fly
And for a second he wasn’t quite sure what it was
Until it tickles his face and he opens his eyes
And then he died there under that French summer sun
And this girl he supposedly met sorting through the mail in Birmingham
She met a lawyer and they fell in love
So their story ends before it started
On this beach under the French summer sun
And that child she had, well, it wasn’t my father
And I was never his son
So my story ends before it started
On this beach under the French summer sun

And I come from a long line of soldiers
Whose blood flowed into the sea
The war took more than one life
It took him and his son and me

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