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Magical Connection
05:33
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"Magical Connection"
Words & Music November 29, 1974
The snakes were crawling in worn out paces
Running circles round the corners of the bed
Envelopes were sealed but stained with traces
Of premature tears for the dead
I'd rather trust a blind man than a straight man
Who doesn't know that there's a way to turn
The matchsticks were held to the furnace
But the flames weren't glowing bright enough to burn
Refrain:
That was the year of the starburst
We watched the sweeping motion of the tale
Cause that was the time of the flaming
The Fire that we thought would blaze that trail
Chorus:
And it was time for a magical connection
Sparks were flying all around
We'd burst in flames and spread that fury
But our worlds were passing by in leaps & bounds
The media was reeling from folklore heroes
Trying to commemorate the times
But information leaked out quickly
Through improper hands
And turned our blurring focus towards our crimes
Eyes were dancing wildly in the streams of passing cars
All headed the same lost way
Through the burning speed of that disjointed caravan
That held all hopes & fears at bay
Refrain - Chorus
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2. |
The Fable
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The Fable
Words & Music
Sometime in 1985
Chapter 1
There was a man I barely knew, who drew shadows in the night
While we were all sleeping
And he believed that the light, tripped up the dawn
and would only leave us weeping
He told his stories in abject silence, not wishing to disturb
And there were those who thought it madness
Yet they never said a word
And they'll never know the tears he shed, just so they might raise a smile
Or the pain that came with every stroke, just to forge a different style
Chapter 2
There was this woman, or so I heard, who felt the deepest passions
In every single breath she took
And she believed that the love, so deep within her soul
Could be passed by just a fervent peaceful look
But this colder world of clutching, crushed her beauty and stained her quiet grace
But she never gave an inkling, nothing but her courage ever surged through her face
Yet doubled up around her pillows, she reaches for a friendly hand to hold
Who will respect her quiet wishes and help t free her body cast in stone
And she's finally found herself, a special lover
Chapter 3
There were these children that I knew, who lived inside this dream, they never really understood
But it to spoke to them in ways that deep down inside they knew were good
And though they failed to make it real, at least for those who only looked with their eyes
They approached that special kingdom, where truths are just the other side of lies
And they taught the only lesson, that none of us will ever clearly see
That the dream is just another nightmare, but we always have the option to get free.
And take a stand
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3. |
The Front
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The Front
Words & Music
May 9-11, 1980
Been so immersed in fateful visions of hauling sorrow bale by bale
Seems no end to all this working, drawing blood to no avail
Sometimes these efforts seem so pointless, a waste of energy & time
My muscles keep on aching, yet relief will soon be mine
Chorus:
So now I'm running out in traffic, how many demons can I dodge?
Some strange notion of repentance, some deft complaint I failed to lodge
I hear this train it's screaming towards me, guess I'll lay down on the tracks
And take my chances that it misses, cause there's no doubt that I'll be back
Though the palm outstretched holds sugar, the one behind still grasps the whip
And as the tensions grow much thicker, the sugar melts and starts to slip
And the whip comes crashing downward, some kind of pleasure mixed with pain
It just increases this attraction and makes me yearn to try again (Chorus)
So I follow these desires just to see where they will lead
Though the wounds are still half open, I'm not inclined to make them bleed
Yet there's some positive reaction, cuts though frustration and the shame
Something is surely bound to work out, though the terms don't seem too plain (Chorus)
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4. |
Unrehearsed Scenes
04:50
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Unrehearsed Scenes
Words & Music
September 1979
A cold wind blew in through the window, disturbed the figures on the floor
A drop of silence in the hallway, a louder knock upon the door
A whispered promise in the distance, the faintest hope and nothing more
A misty image in the mirror, some faded smile that no one wore
So many signs are left uncovered, that trace the tragedy and pain
But in some noisy dim lit corner, these plots of love are born again
Another cynic in the closet, breaks out in slightly guarded smiles
Observes this pair of lusty lovers, this clear exception in the files
This is no fairy tale or fable, of which some poet fondly wrote
No subtle fluke or fabrication, no tragic comedy or hoax
Their share of trials & tribulations, their tales of poverty & strife
Have not deterred this steady signal, this almost flippant toast to life
While in some drunken sloppy barroom, with almost nothing left to gain
A smile beholds this special couple, who dance the tabletops again
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5. |
Urgency
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Urgency
Music: May 1983
Words: May - July, 1983
Shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you, while it gently strokes your neck
There's a story lost in telling, of your string of needless wrecks
You just push yourself down under, while continuing to reflect
On some newly found position, or some question of respect
Drink a toast to changing partners, hoist a few for bills & checks
It's just a mask you put on backwards, that no one questions or rejects
Chorus
Urgency - that's just what I need
Give me reasons to stay, don't cut me off or I'll bleed
Urgency - it's just a game that we play
There's only time for right now, forever's too far away
I'm busy changing the bed, you keep sifting through sheets
It's just a pile of encounters, the end result's incomplete
So used to missing your mark, that you've simply given up trying
I can't be sure from your gaze, if it's really tears that you're crying
I'll take a stab at remembering, you'll stare at me just the same
But let's just turn out the lights, there's no resisting this flame
Chorus
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6. |
The City Crier
03:58
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The City Crier
Words & Music
December 16-22, 1974
The branch of caves in the back streets, armor's shining, freshly greased
The smell of the smoke from the last deal, the rattlings of chains have all but ceased
And there's no telling which gang will meet their doom, on some dark deserted street
The rumors of false protection, have backfired bullets of the past
And though the thrills are still so tempting, each one knows these games just cannot last
The engines roar out to the city night, with one more final blast
But . . . there's no difference in their scuffles
And in the end more blood is shed
Yet not a drop will serve a purpose . . .
Now the lost madonna on the highway, wants her freedom white & black
Just pass a look to the next car, the data's all piled up in rumpled stacks
But where's the question for the asking?
What's this? You say you want to take it back?
But . . . there's forgiveness in the gutter
Just name the price you wish to pay
Gather all the courage you can muster
Then hope that your misfortunes fade away
These well beaten paths have not been tangled, by the pressures of vain questionings and doubts
But unspoken laws and misread signals, usher in the start of one more bout
Though the fighters hope this one will be different, the dye is cast, and time has just run out
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7. |
A Matter Of . . .
06:21
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A Matter Of . . .
Music: September 9 - Oct. 16th, 1982
Words: January 3-5, 1981
The fates pace on the sidelines, tossing slogans in the air
He can taste how bad they want him, yet he can only sit and stare
At some woman in the bleachers, who winks an eye, throws back her hair
And shoots out some kind of signal, like perhaps some day she'll care
He keeps chasing aimless faces, through the bustle and the noise
Some twisted logic rests assures him, deep down he knows there's been, deep down he knows there's been, no choice
Chorus:
Just rollin' stones across the water, in hopes that they'll remain bone dry
Some quiet tear just squeezes tightly, from the corner, the corner of one eye
As it falls it stains the promises, of all the thin edged lies
Though the cards are stacked against him, it's not yet time for him, time for him to die
He's racing through a field of roses, dodging bits of broken glass '
Too busy missing thorns and splinters, to notice who he might have passed
When he's finally reached the finish line, there's no one waiting there
All this running under cover, is so much dust tossed in the air
And when it's finally settled, everything still looks the same
Though they slyly change the rules some, there's just no way to beat,
just no way to beat, to beat the game
Chorus
His bodies' turned to slabs of marble, his head is full of harder rocks
It's not that no ones breaking hearts these days, they're just making stronger locks
His knees have finally buckled under, his mind has warped around the edge
He's just a suicide commando, who's lost his nerve perched on that ledge
So he grips the building tighter, till the brick cuts through his bones
His blood trickles slow and sadly, but nothing's changed he's still, nothing's changed he's still, he's still alone
Chorus
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8. |
Full Crescent
03:58
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Full Crescent
Words & Music: July 13-27, 1975
Pity lost and pity gained, with no thought for the cost
Mirrors flashed and echoes strained, the remnants casually tossed
to hungry bloodless scavengers, who question what they sought
And we go on, refusing love, the passions all are lost
We found the premise false
I've seen that face before somewhere, in heaven or in hell
The stories all unfold to me, I know the endings well
The halls are drenched with pascal lambs, heads hanging from the doors
There's still so many sighs and tears left unaccounted for
Though most were mine, your share were bled, behind the broken ties
Indifferent tears, cold, mingling, with the the change of masks and lies
I've met you in a million dreams, thrown you out of countless more
But now it's done, there's nothing left in store
Perceptions doors are blown open wide, the ghosts are on parade
The night drenched clowns, fell thrashing down, too long the panic stayed
The words of love all hushed in fear, the fog had had its day
No telling where the good was bound, it over ran its stay
There's nothing left to say
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9. |
Not Withstanding
10:02
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Not Withstanding
Music: January 8th - March 18, 1982
Words: November 12th - 18th, 1981
Found in mist that spills out sideways, as it blankets half the sky
And its loping's mark our longings, sense the tears behind our eyes
Some are strangled by misfortunes, or by giving all too much
Lost inside a sense of wedding, felt inside a lover's touch
Chorus:
And I grow pale beside your beauty, in your simple light of grace
I retreat to quiet places, where I can only see your face
It's not blind love or dependence, but the hope that one can trust
In a touch of wishful patience, of not needing you too much
Your eyes they shine like diamonds, though every gem contains that flaw
Yet your smile still seems to take me, passed the lies, beyond the law
Where a lover lives on instinct, Not discouraged by the flight
Of those fevered dreams that sweep by, somewhere lost out in the night
We'll catch a glimpse and nail one down some, carve a niche that feels alright
And then quietly live through it, hold it near, but not too tight
As we stare out across the river, sense the places it has turned
Getting lost in our reflections, on some secret not yet learned
Chorus
On another border somewhere, there's a judgement that awaits
Some obscure and timeless moment, that no memory can erase
If we pass beyond it somehow, then there'll be no turning back
Just a shifting change of faces, on an ever winding track
Though some blood has spilled between us, there is always one last chance
To fill a glass or two together, and to join back in the dance
As melt into the rhythms, of what is surely meant to be
There are worlds we haven't touched yet, that no one else's eyes could see
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NewK Jersey City, New Jersey
Started writing music at age 13. In the early 70's, "opened" as a singer/songwriter for: Vince Bell; Guy Clark; Lightning
Hopkins; Willis Alan Ramsey.
Played in various jazz & rock bands, while working in multiple capacities in the theater. Writes both song form & instrumental works. In addition to my own work in the studio, Co-Produced the last 3 recordings by jazz pianist Michael Wolff.
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