1. |
Whirlwind
03:20
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Whirlwind shuffling leaves on the ground
nothing is left of the sound
when it dies away- the world is different anyway.
Chords that keep us from melody,
or is it words that keep us from song?
Not all dreams are wrong.
Sky fades after a lingering sun
waiting for darkness to come
purple turns to gray.
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2. |
Egrets
02:40
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Smash the state
bus your plates
egrets rising from the lake
cannonball
last call
drink it up before you fall
empty room
boring dream
party's over now, it seems
empty boy
wonders though
far away, he'll never know
he'll never know
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3. |
Diving Bell (loop)
05:49
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Submarines don't make a sound
when you're lying on the beach
so be grateful that the wind will overwhelm your breath.
Satellites won't disturb your dreams
when you're lying fast asleep
and it's okay if you can't hear them,
in fact, it's better that way-
Don't you want to be lonely sometimes?
Diving bell, half full, half empty.
There's someone down there always.
It's okay if you can't hear it when it's pounding in your chest.
There's a light you can cling to
in your most desperate moments.
Fuck the light, here's the darkness;
there's someone always out to save your soul-
but don't you want to be lonely sometimes?
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4. |
High
05:07
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High upon your brow
it doesn't register
a yard full of grass
though you'll agree
there's sweat pouring down (quinine)
and all your pots are empty- blank.
Back behind my eyes
it's circulation
I notice before I know
it's just sound
don't pick it,
just let it (brown)
and still the room is empty- coal
The moon's light lingers
between new spring leaves
without a coat
I stand on the corner
nowhere to go
empty, without sky (wind)
without a thought to keep me- in.
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5. |
The Sky is a Blue Guitar
04:35
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Experts say in the background rings
a single note played on unknown strings
left over from a cosmic chord struck long ago.
Others have a theorem that
if we all believe we can hear it strum as it
rolls and radiates across the spectrum.
I've always suspected as I look in the night
that the sky is a blue guitar in a single spotlight.
If a billion stars were in a web
stretched tighter as their distance spreads
their harmonies would ring throughout the cosmos.
I wish that I could stick around
long enough to hear that glorious sound
as it fades in, warm and vibrant, from the background.
So what if the stars are just chips of paint
scarring up the night?
And what if all we think we know
is not destined to be right?
And what if none of us will live to see
what's just beyond our sight?
The heart has regions unexplored
where resonates this unknown chord
in the background of our lives
and in unknowingness of sky.
We're all bound together looking deep in the night
at a blue guitar sky in a single spotlight.
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6. |
Dirty and Tired
03:14
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Dirty and Tired:
caught in the afterglow
never-ending night
thousands of feet below-
I see a boy
caught in a dream
with open arms
he strums and screams.
There's a guitar,
an empty book,
he'll close his eyes
and try to look
to see the man
who watches him now
nodding off,
head inside a cloud
dirty and tired
stuck on the bus
cold, cramped, and bored
with rock and roll,
singing of the child
that might have been
if you were wise
and let him in
when there were dreams.
Dirty and Tired:
the day begins
the sun inspires
the earth to spin.
Below/Above
there is a man
who longs to feel
a world again
where there are dreams.
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7. |
The Sea
04:59
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8. |
Minna
01:51
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I've gone to the sun
to chase birds
I can jump that high
hello to the sky
to the sun to the sun to the sun
I'll see you on the sun
I've gone to the sun
where it's always day
and it's always fun
I've gone to the sun
to the sun to the sun to the sun
I'll see you on the sun
I've gone to the sun
to be free
I can jump that high
you can't jump that high
you can't jump that high
goodbye
(to the sun to the sun to the sun
I'll see you on the sun)
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9. |
Evening Star
02:41
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..silent silver sunsets over San Francisco Bay
orange glow that hits the fog and slowly fades away
night comes in, sky slowly dims, we stroll together hand in hand
underneath the planets peeking through the clouds..
Yesterday we painted a tropic island scene;
all tonight the darkness is heavy with our dreams.
The city lights come beckoning from near and far.
Darling, you're my Evening Star.
Once I floated lonely looking for the perfect wave,
then you came along, my dear, and ferried me away
to a hilly city and a Tiki bar.
Darling, you're my Evening Star.
..silent silver sunsets over San Francisco Bay
orange glow that hits the fog and slowly fades away..
The city lights come beckoning from near and far-
Darling, you're my Evening Star.
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10. |
The Dream is Dead
04:37
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The Dream is Dead: Rock and Roll.
We made a world without a soul.
All my friends are old and gray.
They say 'it's better to burn out than to fade away'.
The Dream is Dead.
Punk Rock kids in the Lower Haight:
same old shit, a different date.
Same old haircuts, same old shoes,
same addictions, same tattoos.
The Dream is Dead.
Fillmore West takes 70%:
Every chord is money spent.
The band's in tune, but broke and sad.
Shouldn'ta never listened to mom and dad.
The Dream is Dead.
(but I've got some good news!)
There's a perfect world inside the box!
With perky nipples, and majestic cocks!
There's a revolution on every page,
with catered luncheons and a comfortable wage.
The Dream is Dead.
My Les Paul is acid aged.
An instant classic™ as I hit the stage-
Like Jimmy Paige in '72.
there's nothing new- it's all re-issue.
The Dream is Dead.
The Dream is Dead.
The Dream is Dead.
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11. |
Diving Bell
05:51
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Submarines don't make a sound
when you're lying on the beach
so be grateful that the wind will overwhelm your breath.
Satellites won't disturb your dreams
when you're lying fast asleep
and it's okay if you can't hear them,
in fact, it's better that way-
Don't you want to be lonely sometimes?
Diving bell, half full, half empty.
There's someone down there always.
It's okay if you can't hear it when it's pounding in your chest.
There's a light you can cling to
in your most desperate moments.
Fuck the light, here's the darkness;
there's someone always out to save your soul-
but don't you want to be lonely sometimes?
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Erik Pearson Berkeley, California
Originally from Easton, PA, Erik Pearson has been a local SF Bay Area composer, guitarist, and banjo picker since the early 1990's. He has toured and performed with many bands, written music for dance, film, and storyteller Diane Ferlatte, Here is a site for his own music. Thanks for listening! ... more
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