The Real Deal
This set is a little different. Each piece starts with some spoken word, blank verse that links to the song. Sometimes I’d write these words before I started, but usually after, since Logic Pro X, which I use to record, has a nice feature that allows you to write notes in a notepad that sits to the side of the main recording page. What a godsend! So, first the “lyrics” to each piece. The music first, and the words will follow:
The Real Deal 1
14 on the highway
16 wheels ahead
Looking like it’s going to rain
Hail falls instead
Sometimes there is lonely
And sadness is a friend
Let that stuff
Fall off your back
And get back home again….
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The Real Deal 2
Only 45 minutes more
Before I leave this town
For good. There isn’t anything
holding me here, but the
memories stand tall and proud,
and tug at my heart.
Sweeping light and washed
out grey dawns, black birds
making their rounds picking
up little bits of food from last
night’s parties. Thought I had
this down, but the past caught
up with me. Now I’ll have to live
up to all this misery I caused.
Don’t feel sorry for me, though.
I know what I did. For every
cowboy hero, there’s four outlaws
on the skids. We’ll be coming to
a theatre near you, and expect
you’ll indulge us by your
watchful eyes…..
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The Real Deal 3
Filing past the filling stations
Left or right they’re all the same
Someone says that past the
notch on that hill, there used to be
An eagle’s nest.
But it’s gone….
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People tell me I’m a dreamer
Full of stuff that won’t come true
Sometimes late at night
I’m thinking, what if this is
Reality too.
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Too much pain in this old county
For the biggest spoke around.
Too much to lose at Harold’s wedding
Please be quiet don’t make a sound.
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There are reevers in the odd sham
Who have sung the hymns too loud
There are stealers in that bed lam
Making all their mommy’s proud.
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Me I’ll sit here down by Greendale
Let the ghosts of music past
Blast the hell outta those phony
Creatures and chase ‘em down
To hell’s holy ground.
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The Real Deal 4
Finished phosfor, finished light
Left early this morning,
After the blues took flight.
Seen the winter of ’64
Been where nobody’s been before.
Now I’m thinking I’m a major disgrace.
Got all the buttons, but I lost the race.
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