Short Stories

Short Stories

Short Stories was started while I was finishing the “Fathers Song” album in late summer of 2012. I was trying new things and had eight to ten roughs going through the next year (including an almost finished Portland), but I kept reworking the ones that were almost done and completely abandoned others. Consequently it took almost two years just to get some songs close to a finish state. I usually did a hard cover CD set as well as mastering the songs all at once off site, but due to the cost of 3rd party mastering and time (would have taken another year at least), I decided to just release to digital on the web and master all songs myself.
This worked out good as I could release songs in sets of three at a time. I’d have to say that I still have a lot to learn on master as the complexity and tools take a lot of experience to use correctly (plus a 3rd party master tech usually has ears of gold for those problem Frequencies).
So if you can afford it the 3rd party mastering by folks like Ryan Foster in Portland (Foster Mastering) and Michael Dominici (Music House mastering in New York) are well worth it. I used Ryan on Essentially high and Michael on Still in the Basement and Father’s song.

I ended up with nine songs so far and have another I’ll add in a month to complete the set of 10 for the album.
Lyrics and Song player below (for full post on each just hit the “Full Post” link at the bottom of the Lyrics).

For recording/mixing Software and tools (in case your curious) on Short Stories I used:

  • Ozone 7 by izotope (for mastering)
  • Reaper 64 by Cockos (awesome and affordable 64bit DAW)
  • Alloy 2 by izotope (good all purpose DAW plugin for mixing)
  • Nectar 2 by izotope (great vocal DAW plugin)
  • Big Blue Limiter by 112db (for mastering)
  • Sony ACID 7 (for looping and loop generation)

Lyrics

Listen to this tale of long ago,
At the end of the world where the albatross roam,
When the clippers, and the whalers where sailing thru the horn,
They crossed the line, at the end of the world,
Into a deep, and dark unknown

Three months gone from the docks of England,
We’re bound for Frisco round the horn,
The whisky’s gone and the rats are leaving,
And we’ll know hell before it’s morn.
———
Haul on the bowlin man,
Haul on the line,
Haul on the bowlin man,
The packet she’s a a-rollin down the line.
———
It got dark, as I recall,
Night came before Sun-fall,
Light Strands, burned the sky
then came the waves..
————
we crossed the line at the end of the world,
40 south is the dead man’s pearl;
The ice winds snap as the sails endure,
And the yards bend the main, as the ship,
she rolls and curls..
————
Darkness swept in cold and hard,
Eclipsed the sun and sky
The vast dark sea, it pounded on,
insane before our eyes
————
and they say that 40 south is hell at sea,
and at 50 south even God will leave
the west winds rage like a nightmare dream),
and the waves are like walls, the waves are walls – moving free
————
Haul on the bowlin man,
Haul on the line,
Haul on the bowlin man,
Just hole ‘er fast, and we’ll get home alive.
———-
Set a course were the trade winds a-blowing,
A gentle breeze, and a rollin sea,
If you don’t see me on the docks in the morning,
I’ll meet you home in fiddler’s green.

We see the land and the cold dark mountains,
The west winds raging down the line,
Give us hope for our safe passage,
And say a pray for our lives.

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By the cliffs of Arago,
the waves roll in from deep and ancient snow.

Winds blew down from northern seas,
in the air gulls flew weightlessly.

like angry Gods the storm clouds brewed,
out at sea the thunder rolled and boomed..
—–
from this field the ocean shines,
casting lights of silver into the day;
and it’s here I stand,
before the land,
were I was born and raised.
from the light of days,
above the seas,
the body sings to the world,
and my heart it mends,
as the salt air winds,
carry my worries away…
—–
and dreams oh dreams,
they flow with the sea,
they jump and run, they go and come,
the waves of our need.

come away with me,
lets dance to the sun,

fall away with me,
lets dream,
we are one,

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Somewhere in the fog of my emotion,
I see the sunlight breaking through,
Sometimes I wonder why you love me – so,
cause there’s some stupid things I do…

And the hands of time can be lonely,
if that state of mind fits you only,
when your down in your head thinking way to much about you…

Somewhere deep in her Danish eye’s,
the color’s dance and mystify,
the midnight sun, it burns in them,
and molds my heart like clay,

and there she stood in the fallin rain,
the light it danced across her face,
enchanted, dazed and hypnotized,
I had no words to say,
and I sigh,
in her eyes

Silence is the pitfall of mans devotion,
that ego blade that cuts and bleeds,
love is not a quantified emotion,
it’s just the harmony we need…

We’ve been lost in dreams as lovers,
we’ve been workin hard for each other,
we are the friends that blend in that parallel harmony..

Somewhere deep in her Danish eye’s,
the memories they come alive,
so young, so young we were back then,
and hearts were full of play,

and I recall that extent of time,
the measured length that is our lives,
so good to be with you back then,
so blessed to have you now,
and I sigh,
in her eye’s…

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….
It was 1864,
Richmond Virginia in the Civil War,
by the River James…

The Libby Prison held a thousand men,
it was a –
mean ole rat infested pen,
so the tale begins…

Stale corn bread, water for food,
we were misery walking under iron boots.

it was desparate times – and the days dragged on…
the winter winds were blowing down the river to our home –
and we would be,
I say –
we would be free!

…well you know-
it was a man named Rose, and Hamilton too,
that hatched the scheme,
to get us through, to the Federal lines…

To dig a tunnel was a little insane,
but we were game for anyway,
to get us outta there…

Open the wall behind the stove,
to Rat Hell,
where no one goes..

we’ll dig on down,
we’ll dig on down and thru,
with luck we’ll make the long bridge,
before the snow’s let loose,
and we will be,
I say –
we will be free!

…Dontcha know that we –
Dug all night,
well we dug all day,
scrapping dirt as the Rat minions played –
we were motivated!

two foot wide,
no room to breath,
for six weeks we dug tenaciously –
to get us free..

Three tunnels failed,
men almost died,
the forth hit home February 9th…

A hundred escaped-
to freedom that day,
and the winter snows were blowing,
as we made our break-away,
with the river winds we were running,
running all night and day…

Go quick and low –
keep pace but out of sight.
no rest my friends –
till we cross the federal lines…
So best of luck –
we’ll meet up in two days time,
we will be,
I say,
we will be Free!

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Coasting down Madison, other bikes join in,
The rush hour multitude of riders begins.

All shapes and sizes, some fast, some slow,
A kaleidoscope of bicycles on their way home.
—–
Glide down slow past Chapman’s square,
merge and weave thru the circus there,
buses , cars and bikes rolling home,
a sweet summer day , to cross Hawthorne.
—–
The wind nudges gently, As the two wheeled parade,
Ascends to the bridge, A commuting brigade.
And out on the river, the Dragon Boats sail,
As we head south, down the springWater trail.
—–
Riding home with my best friend,
Down the river on a northwest wind,
Faces beam in the smile of the sun,
A sweet summer day,
In Portland.
—–
Sun kissed the sky on tailwind home,
it can’t get much better than that you know,
sometimes it’s simple,
sometimes it’s grand,
sometimes it’s just a day in Portland…

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Remember them,
in the setting sun…
Remember them,
when a new day comes…
remember times, we used to know,
and speak the tales so the children know…

This is for my sister, my brother, my dad,
this is for my mom, and earth time we had,
we cherish their memory in this song for the dead,
may they rest in peace, and be – free, amen…

Remember them,
when the moon is high,
Remember them,
on a starry night,
remember times, we used to know,
and speak the tales for the long ago…

This is for my sister, my brother, my dad,
this is for my mom, and earth time we had,
we cherish their memory in this song for the dead,
may they rest in peace, and be – free, amen…

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Red Lighting from the thrust of the Sun,
Kaleidoscop-ing into deep amber…
flames of crystalline light explode,
into jewels of Platonian laughter;

detonations a deep blue dream,
Blossoming into your soul,
how does it feel oh child,
as your wings unfold,
into this Sky of Snow…

Some people got it wired Son,
Some people got it blue,
Can you really tell me now,
What it means to you?

If I were just a Buddhist priest,
Suffering from a Freudian slip,
Well you know some words,
From a paper book,
Just might bring me bliss…

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So far, so good I just had to say,
As you turned and smiled at me that way..
So far, so good I just had to say,
we were up all night, and out all day.

The sun, it comes with the breath of sky,
The Rain, came hard for awhile last night,
The heart loves best from the soul it seems,
And I float away, I float away in your dreams

Got my eyes to see, and my heart feels free,
got my friend and lover right here with me..

Got my feet to walk, got my body to feel,
got my friend by my side you know it’s such a deal

Got the sun on face, a smile in my mind,
with you there to help me, it’ll all be fine.

Got a fine summer day, we got nowhere to be,
let’s watch the sun cast silver on the sea.

The sun, it comes with the breath of sky,
The Rain, came hard for awhile last night,
The heart loves best from the soul it seems,
And I float away, I float away in your dreams

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Somewhere the moon shines big,
into October skies.
Somewhere that moon illuminates,
the darkest night…

somewhere a thought Infuses,
into the mind of change.
Somewhere a lone train whistle,
blows across an open plain…

There is no point;
of safe return,
From the moment of our birth….
We are travelers;
on this ancient ship,
We are the children of the earth…

We are our reasons,
The means to our ends.
Sometimes it’s good just to give in,
To the smile of a friend.

Someone somewhere took the pain
right out of a sick man’s mind.
Someone stole their grief and gave them,
a new pair of eye’s.
Someone somewhere in the dark of night,
well, they touched a thousand dreams.
infused them with the hope of ages,
the strength to believe.

There is no point;
of safe return,
From the moment of our birth….
We are travelers;
on this ancient ship,
We are the children of the earth…

We are our reasons,
The means to our ends.
Sometimes it’s good to just give in,
To the smile of a friend.

Someone somewhere took the pain,
right out of a sick man’s mind.
Someone stole their grief and gave them,
a new place in time…

Somewhere that moon shines big,
into October skies.
Somewhere the moon illuminates,
your lover’s eyes…

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Out from the wasteland,
into the stars of naked night,
they draw their bathlefs,
and pray to Kahless for the fight..

into the naked night as the bird of prey engages DS9..

Take us to the blades of a thousand foes,
into hell,
let the battle roll.
honor like the core of molten Sun’s,
burns in our blades to form our death as one.

— Take me to Sto-Vo-Kor, across the moons in my bird of prey.

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