so today was a good day.
we got out to belly of the whale and mike told us that the only people the studio was open to was friends and it was compliment of sorts... but here is the breakdown.
i've been waiting for years to make an album with joel morehouse. he makes music seem easier than finding a great sandwich in wegmans or a new york city deli. its like it falls out of him. phil johnston is not far behind, if any behind, and joel dawson is to the bass what pino is to the bass.
we started today with drum sounds and mike at the helm made it as easy as any studio pro to get an amazing sound out of the kit in under 20 minutes. keys joel (morehouse) was understandably late because of a rehearsal and bass joel (dawson) and i told jokes in the mean time. we cut a few tracks very loosely and got a good feel for the vibe of the studio.
today was a day to flush out errors and there were none... so we kept cutting. i guess my time of obsessing over notes is, at least temporarily, beneath me and so we focused on the more important elements of a good groove.
with a pocket the size of jokerman we did a gentle acoustic number and mike with us in the spirit of the electric guitar. truth be told, i thought this was a time for me to shine, but i'm enjoying the songs coming to life so much that i don't care much for my own guitar work... rather... in the spirit of keys joel... its the capturing of an essence. good music knows no bounds and i'd rather catch the energy off the floor than trying to craft the perfect lead.
time is of the essence and tomorrow is the real teller, but as of tonight the music is very much alive. i'm excited to see what tomorrow brings. my goal is very high and mike's is much lower, together i'm hoping we find ourselves in the middle of a brilliant record.
i've waited a long time for musicians like these and i'm understandably excited. tommy hawkins music is alive, but it has little to do with him... just a few chords, a lot of editing in the writing process and very very good friends. there is an aura, and that is what i am more concerned with than the perfections. no click... no scores... just simple charts and whole lot of heart.
your ears are in for a real treat.
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conflicts and interests
dinners and diners, lunch with a spy
its a good way to build a lover up
behind closed doors down on mulberry st
i think this best be kept between us
i'm somewhere i shouldn't be
when falling isn't up to me
conflicts and interests
i'm comin' down hard and its you i'm comin down with
hey rachel gonna make me wait for seven years?
i know a savior sits between us
jesus was a jew, lover so are you
and you both loved me regardless!
i'm somewhere i shouldn't be
when falling isn't up to me
conflicts and interests
i'm comin' down hard and its you i'm comin down with
when they left me, they left me free to find you
you took all i'd had from them, then point me to the east
i look only to the sunrise
left the sisters in the sunset, forever behind me
i'm somewhere i shouldn't be
when falling isn't up to me
conflicts and interests
i'm comin' down hard and its you i'm comin down with
its a good way to build a lover up
behind closed doors down on mulberry st
i think this best be kept between us
i'm somewhere i shouldn't be
when falling isn't up to me
conflicts and interests
i'm comin' down hard and its you i'm comin down with
hey rachel gonna make me wait for seven years?
i know a savior sits between us
jesus was a jew, lover so are you
and you both loved me regardless!
i'm somewhere i shouldn't be
when falling isn't up to me
conflicts and interests
i'm comin' down hard and its you i'm comin down with
when they left me, they left me free to find you
you took all i'd had from them, then point me to the east
i look only to the sunrise
left the sisters in the sunset, forever behind me
i'm somewhere i shouldn't be
when falling isn't up to me
conflicts and interests
i'm comin' down hard and its you i'm comin down with
would you mind
Would you mind if I wrote a song for you
bout' a man singin to his muse, and I ‘d say
if you want to take your time, i'll turn this cab around
you have made me patient at last
it may be that you've hidden time in the grip of my hand
and held me in a limbo i can't understand
Caught between where I am and what I've been
Unsure of which is me
vocation has no worth unless it costs all you have
i could not ask you to follow me down here
its too dark, but how i've longed for you
would you mind being my muse?
Enough about me seeing as you won't call
Guess I'll write the story before we begin
Oversights and a few months pass
When you realize I won't change
Find ourselves locked in a tug of war
You've got my heart and I'm holdin on to yours
Winning you turn away call only enough to keep me down
And I'll write on this for years
vocation has no worth unless it costs all you have
i could not ask you to follow me down here
its too dark, but how i've longed for you
would you mind being my muse?norah
Curious, curious spent a long time on this one
And I hope you feel unique
I ain’t ever look, like I look at you
No no, no no, norah, no
Oh oh oh oh, its beyond me to imagine better than you, norah
Oh oh oh oh, it ain’t a problem so if you don’t mind when I go will you come with me?
A thousand words in modern art might take a million works
But a photo only captures you behind the lense
Even the great works could not nearly describe you
No no, no no, norah, no
Oh oh oh oh, its beyond me to imagine better than you, norah
Oh oh oh oh, it ain’t a problem so if you don’t mind when I go will you come with me?
I’ve learned not to dive too quick
Not to presume more than I know
Did I catch myself to keep myself from falling?
No no, no no, norah, no
Oh oh oh oh, its beyond me to imagine better than you, norah
Oh oh oh oh, it ain’t a problem so if you don’t mind when I go will you come with me?
goodman
piano bar in a writers round
guitar on my lap and my eyes drawn down
can't look at you when you're singing to me
coming from a stranger it hits me, Lord
singing the blues over watchtower chords
is this the man i'd come to be
maybe its time i made that change
coz' i'm a good man
waiting on the goodness to come round again
voice of a stranger is calling me out on the other end
all along i'd been waiting for you
in a room full of angels with none worth talking to
finally things are feeling right
when a voice comes along shedding light
on a love thats been outgrown
its your voice
that transparent soul
saying something bout a time for letting go
maybe its time i made that change
coz i'm a goodman...
a mirror mentions something where it all begins
I am gonna make amends
its gonna start with me
guitar on my lap and my eyes drawn down
can't look at you when you're singing to me
coming from a stranger it hits me, Lord
singing the blues over watchtower chords
is this the man i'd come to be
maybe its time i made that change
coz' i'm a good man
waiting on the goodness to come round again
voice of a stranger is calling me out on the other end
all along i'd been waiting for you
in a room full of angels with none worth talking to
finally things are feeling right
when a voice comes along shedding light
on a love thats been outgrown
its your voice
that transparent soul
saying something bout a time for letting go
maybe its time i made that change
coz i'm a goodman...
a mirror mentions something where it all begins
I am gonna make amends
its gonna start with me
one screw driver
One screw driver, one pair of pliers found a volkswagon on the street
I've had enough, enough of this town, enough of this town for me
Na na na na, you won't ever catch me - running away
I'm goin' off alone, white covered roadways, two tracks & no rider
Some gotta couple screws loose but i'm a one screw driver
Na na...
Roller coasters, a post emotional joyride emoter shivers
Never seen it this low, never seen it this cold. I'm not with her
Na na na na, never thought you'd be - running away
Despite the cold, despite the eskimo visiting new york city
He can't stand the cold, not enough, no, i'm not quitting
Caution, caution to the snow blown wind, to the cold, to your running
Love, the victim of persistence - you're still stunning
Na na na na, you won't ever catch me running away
I've had enough, enough of this town, enough of this town for me
Na na na na, you won't ever catch me - running away
I'm goin' off alone, white covered roadways, two tracks & no rider
Some gotta couple screws loose but i'm a one screw driver
Na na...
Roller coasters, a post emotional joyride emoter shivers
Never seen it this low, never seen it this cold. I'm not with her
Na na na na, never thought you'd be - running away
Despite the cold, despite the eskimo visiting new york city
He can't stand the cold, not enough, no, i'm not quitting
Caution, caution to the snow blown wind, to the cold, to your running
Love, the victim of persistence - you're still stunning
Na na na na, you won't ever catch me running away
psyche's paradise
- Let me die in your arms tonight Vanish ‘neath the covers unto your light I’ve lived enough to lose it all In feeble foolery – my splendor dissolved What is to love but emptiness If I won my love my words succumb to nothingness I cannot beg for love from the one who agreed I have cast my lot, been tossed at sea With the love of a thousand oceans And the heartache of a millions angels I have found psyche’s paradise Do not weep for me tonight Do not cry I’m truly alive In the grace of Christ I finally thrive Empty words while the masses weep But I know of that grace which you cannot speak Home at last and I’ve got friends in the gentry Ain’t it worse for those yet to gain entry While the first fall behind and the last take the lead At last I am settled while you’re stuck in reality With the love of a thousand oceans And the heartache of a millions angels I have found Psyche’s Paradise Do not weep for me tonight
left for you
- Six months and my muse returns To a lovely, ambient smile Many miles have separated us We’ve been separated by many miles I can still close my eyes And watch your elegance fall to the floor Through the door your scent wafts in Your cent wafts in through the door Just thought I’d let you know Your seats been left for you Oh, welcome home Three times you’ve foiled romance Sweet Stalin-like holder of a solitary key Its just jewelry when my hearts in your hand My heart’s in your hand and I’m just jewelry But I’d have it no other way Weet solitary holder of a heart wept after Your laughter soaks cheeks on your return Your return soaks mine with hopeless laughter Just thought I’d let you know Your seats been left for you Oh, welcome home
for kristin
- There are many about tonight And the light is not on you As you slip between characters and disappear My gaze is eclipsed My focus been robbed My eyes are on you dear The face that will not break Haunting countenance That knows no mistake I am stolen… By a beauty and grace we only see In the films of Hepburn we’re not supposed to be in Is it but a stage that brings this light Or have I met Kristin tonight? A moment driving tonight I come to the lights as you turn With a still demeanor a heart is smitten Words uttered at will In tongues unknown For many to hear but one to listen All of a sudden, existence admits That time has stopped While my heart has skipped I am stolen By a beauty and grace we only see In the films of Hepburn we’re not supposed to be in Is it but a stage that brings this light Or have I met Kristin tonight?
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