"4" (2017)

LET IT GLOW

(Pedersen)

 

Like the smell of snow

when it lands on your steamy lip

new fallen sweat trickling down

tickles your tongue there's nothing wrong

in sensing carefully

climb back in bed disconnect your hip

let it glow

 

It's hard standing up

with the weight of what I know

but the truth is it tastes more like ashes

than victory the mystery

is you never miss a beat but always overheat

when you take to the street

 

Beyond a city left abandoned we spin

beyond the edge of your dreams it seems

worlds of swirl begin

 

Something's going down uptown day and night

a surge is gonna come wash the filth away to the sea

guaranteed the hard-beating heart

shields the lab rat souls

while control falls apart

 

If you're spitting in the wind it blows back in your face

but the face that you wear is false

and it don't look like you sad but true

don't you think we know

the real travesty is you wear it just for show

 

Beyond a city left abandoned we spin

beyond the edge of your dreams it seems

worlds of swirl begin

 

I need to find new thoughts

plausible and strong

although I'm keeping right I'm always in the wrong

just went along

you know they asked me when you're always in your seat

does it mean you can't think on your feet

 

 

POWER LINES

(Heyman/ Pedersen)

 

Reach out for the falling sun

red dirt roads and one-on-one

don't go on to ask me why

the power lines are singing by my side

 

Race against the final burn

no regrets and no return

don't ask me to tell a lie

the power lines are wailing by my side

 

Through the rain

watch your grit go down the drain

don't entertain

a dream of trailing back again

 

Drifting fast into the black

it's not an option to go back
echoes of a battle cry

the power lines are howling by my side

 

Through the rain

watch your grit go down the drain

don't entertain

a dream of trailing back again

 

Drawing closer to an end

a bad break's coming round the bend

swallowed by a bloody sky

the power lines are broken by my side

 

MOON PALACE

(Pedersen)

 

Come away to my moon palace

on the final frontier

a silver face trying to tell us to rest up there

and eclipse year after year

 

Raise your eyes, believe the luster

your nerves recall

assert the sheen the sky can muster

and let it all seep through your cell walls

 

Cloud number nine

the top of the list

I insist

it's where we align

and all we've missed is there

at the end of the line

 

Giving in to bold desire we learn the trade

chase the glow and feed the fire

a swell parade of sparks that fade

 

So come away to my moon palace

I'll met you there

no gravity to compel us

it's a grand affair in thin air

 

 

BLACK DOG NIGHTS

(Pedersen)

 

Slowly getting back in shape

softly planning the escape

I can't help but notice

that the walls are caving in somehow

 

Black dog nights and mercury

hit me like the third degree

in a time of infamy

there's no end to what the end could be

 

The blessing seems like a curse

it's bad but it's still getting worse

break up and run

for a place in the sun

 

Pain's not what it used to be

pretty sure you would agree

there's no pill for this rag

and we're are both flying the pirate flag

 

Not because we wanted to

clearly turning black and blue

looking up but going down

we were running 'fore we hit the ground

 

 

The blessing seems like a curse

it's bad but it's still getting worse

break up and run

for a place in the sun

 

LONG GONE

(Heyman)

 

The summer nights are long gone

darkness grows each day

changing winds are rising

but no one's blown away

the flowers we let wither

in the shadows we let grow

they just lay down and I come down

while it falls around me

 

We left the sky wide open

above the flaming fields

beyond a lost horizon

of run down ideals

no fuel to keep us burning

no drug to keep me clean

I'll just lay down while I come down

and it fades around me

 

We found our time in pieces

scattered on the ground

maybe this will free us

maybe we'll come around

I take it we're forgiven

I take it we'll forget

I'll just lay down while I come down

and it fades around me

FALLING

(Pedersen)

 

This fall we're finally falling

and the freezing dark days

soon come crawling

she said you're appalling

like the sick polaroids

you keep installing

 

Oh woe

we will go toe-to-toe

 

Leaves fall like relations

condemned by the cold

and strange accusations

it feels like the surprising

find of a nail

between your eyes and

 

Oh woe

we will go toe-to-toe

 

FREE

(Heyman)

 

Free forever free at last

free to go down slow free to make it fast

go ahead now just feel free

oh you tell me I'm as fre as a man can be

 

I'm free like thunder free like rain

I'm a rambling man on an empty train

from the mountains to the sea

and I tell you I'm as free as a man can be

 

I'm free tomorrow free today

free to walk the line

I'm free as far as I can see

and I tell you I'm as free as a man can be

 

I'm free to rise I'm free to fall

free to crawl the floor the climb the wall

I'm free to laugh when I could cry

and you tell me I'm free to say goodbye

me cursed

 

GLASS BELL

(Pedersen)

 

It could be raining but more likely the sun is out

it might be reflections

but I believe those are cotton clouds

 

You may ask how I don't know

did my eyes already go

but no, I live under glass

 

For as long as it takes and then some

I'll be

you will see

me

under glass

 

Notice the low hum or maybe it's just a rush of blood

wicked vibrations

sets me back to days before the flood

 

You would ask me how d'you feel

I know it's not ideal

it's surreal, I live under glass

 

For as long as it takes and then some

I'll be

you will see

me

under glass

 

This bell is all I relate and answer to

it's mostly reflections

but ok then they will have to do

 

You may ask if I don't mind

the answer is no I am fine

confined

 

I live under glass

 

BACKFIRE

(Pedersen)

 

Sailing through the morning light

into a town without name

far beyond the come-what-might

just looking for someone to blame

 

I don't need a hideaway

just like to drift around the plan

the frosted sun keeps me at bay

as if to say you understand

don't do it just because you can

 

It had to backfire coming in under the wire

we always try to get higher

but just fall and get burned

in that same old ring of fire

 

She came to me in golden robes

she said hello, I said okay

I told her don't get up your hopes

but dug what she had tucked away

and then she took me all the way

 

It had to backfire coming in under the wire

we always try to get higher

but just fall and get burned

in that same old ring of fire

 

A cold wind swept the hidden face

of the sorry sight it soon became

gone again without a trace

the wind itself has no aim

it knows no guilt or shame

 

I'm sailing through the here-and-now

in some town out of place

what is a stranger to you anyhow

he's easily replaced

just another meal

another taste

 

KEEP IT COMING

(Heyman)

 

Just be untrue that's all I ask of you

just follow through 'cause all I wanna do

is watch you brake it just to watch it fall

you can make it

 

Tonight it's all right

Just keep it coming

 

It's dark and clear

the moon and the stars are near

just me and you all I wanna do

is go on break it just to watch it fall

we can make it

 

Tonight it's alright

Just keep it coming

 

 

FLATLANDS

(Heyman)

 

Turning wheels, burning tires

frozen pipes, melted wires

got you this far

circumstance

revolving in the flatlands

 

On too late, gone too fast

went to waste, meant to last

got you this far

the clapping hands

revolving in the flatlands

 

Out of touch, out of time

another day you fall behind

got you this far

shaking hands

revolving in the flatlands

"The DeSoto Caucus" (2014)

 Nail In The Wall (Pedersen)

 

Staring at the nail in the wall where your picture used to hang

trying to remember if the door bell really ever even rang

there's the first few rays of light

sniping like insect bites

 

Keep it quiet keep a steady hand on the tiller till it cracks

try to find a way to sit it out and please relax

we lost the last shroud of the night

how do we stay out of sight

 

Listen to the drumming of the rain as the city starts the day

all the running feet of a thunder slowly rolling our way

there's a train full of dreams

taken to extremes choking all the screams

 

Skills Of Warfare (Pedersen/Heyman)

 

Into the dead of night we extend you 

a slow and bumpy ride with the ground crew

along the silent roads you won't know of

were darkness still explodes in a blow of

air

take care, there's no need

for all your skills of warfare

 

Go down along the cove to the new scene

we're putting on a show at the Black Bean

we booked a part for you on the main stage

if it's a bit askew don't sustain rage

go

you don't know you're ensnared

in all your skills of warfare

 

Upon a crumbled place with a low sound

you think you see a face that brings you down

and find a missing link in a dead voice

but if you try to think, it's your own choice

 

There you square

and roll out

you're unaware

of all your skills of warfare

 

Stepping Outside (Pedersen)

 

I'm stepping outside, reclusive

I'm finding this stride too elusive

not a thought goes through my mind

the work is complete

 and it's fine

 

I'm stepping outside, committed

you know we collide, now admit it

never thought I'd leave the crew

now it's just me

pulling through

 

Hear the crooked bullets fly

see how they pass me by

 

It's colder outside, but it's clear here

no one to fight on this frontier

see the man that slowly flows

into a realm of repose

 

I followed the stream to the city

I crumpled the dream with pity

now I see how I was blind

I'm stepping outside

and it's fine

 

Wasteland (Pedersen)

 

Throw me your red lips

lower your shoulders

show me the scar that you hide

just a few flips that's what I told her

over the great divide

 

I used to live in deserted houses

castles of bottles and sand

far from a beach yet further from feeling

any one's loving hand

 

Words that strand

ships in a wasteland

 

I slowly dissolve like Quinn as he's watching

out with his eyes on the door

fall like the rain be

lost in glass city

pitilessly drifting ashore

 

Radiant cowgirl beam through the doorway

showing the scars I conceal

glow in a new dawn, start the healing

ending this lonesome ordeal

 

Words that strand

ships in a wasteland

we're ships in a wasteland

 

Come Undone (Pedersen)

 

Feet first we're falling

in and out of belief

two tickers stalling in need of relief 

 

You've hit the waters

that fell as we spun

around the wonders of the multiple one 

 

Come undone

be the one

don't lay out the setting sun

 

In fear of drowning

unlearning at best

we all run for reasons barely expressed

 

Our words keep fueling

unreasonable doubt

it's kind of grueling but that's what it's all about

 

Come undone

 be the one

don't lay out the setting sun

 

I've lost the feeling

that I'm one of us

it's so revealing and so hard to suppress

 

Come undone

be the one

don't lay out the setting sun

 

Just The Other Day(Pedersen)

 

It seems like just the other day

that half the city washed away

and you said us two we'll stay

you're tired of running 

It seems like just the other day

 

I think maybe it was in May

you left to join the cabaret

a painful show, a shadow play

left you spinning

It seems like just the other day

 

Stars that shoot and love that's second hand

can be really beautiful

like an unknown Promised Land

you're so hard to understand

 

It seems like just the other day

you said there will be hell to pay

then took the car towards the bay

did not come back that night

in fact you never did so I guess you got lost along the way 

Lighthouse (Pedersen)

 

A lighthouse against the winter sky

a landscape flying by

and you know that you've been screwed

something doesn't quite comply

but instead of asking why

you just conclude

that that beacon is the essence of solitude

 

Made good money, sure

that's not the problem nor the cure

another week escaped you

another month, another year

and you think you know what you're doing

and you think that you're getting somewhere

 

A black dog by the side of the road

rocks where a river flowed

and you know it all adds up

and while you are still afloat

you make a mental note

to just stop and see the moon

and its glow before it drops

 

Never once looked back

always stayed on the track

another love escaped you

another dream, another fear

and you think you know what you're doing

and you think that you're getting somewhere

 

Bridges Of Bern (Heyman)

 

All the people of Bern know to keep in mind

that you can drift down the Aare

but don't reach the river Rhine

 

Coming down from the ridges

with the pace of time

and we fall from the bridges

and we're drawn to the river Rhine

 

All the bridges of Bern

up above, along the line

just burn on, burn

we're on our way to the river Rhine

 

Maybe time will disclose

what made us blind

well everybody knows

we'll go down in the river Rhine

 

Crack In The Cover (Pedersen)

 

I'm one lying flat on the back

checking the crack in the cover

perceiving a cleansing air above her

 

There's two or more ways to explain

the growing pain of your lover

that we might be about to discover

 

And it seems to me

like a burn in the third degree

that's coming on inescapably

 

All three going down a dirt track

while dusky clouds start to hover

I'm still checking the crack in the cover

 

And it seems to me

like a burn in the third degree

that's coming on inescapably

 

Don't Fear (Pedersen)

 

Escaping through tunnels of cracked concrete

surprised at what you find

looking east you meet the west and see how they align

you reach the plains as daylight breaks

it's clear there is a gain

pilots, sailors, faithful fakes abandon the urbane

 

So don't fear if you hear

a foreign sound to your ear

 

Never mind the word you heard

we're running towards the light

hearing fails and eyes get blurred upon this wondrous sight

we reach out to the fellow man

attempting to unite

they say that's how it all began

to me it's just alright

 

So don't fear when you hear

a foreign sound to your ear

 

The man is at the window still

he's taking you away

to the big house on the hill in case you won't obey

hold on to your rabbit's foot

for all that it is worth

your luck is totally kaput prepare to hit the dirt

 

But don't fear if you hear

a foreign sound to your ear

 

Lonesome Train (Pedersen)

 

Lonesome train

westward bound

long to dwell

to rest and never be found

 

Yellow as liquid sun

carrying a suitcase and a ray gun

 

Pierce the plains

rule the rail

you persist

the steel and dust trails prevail

 

No more horsing around

in for a penny in for a pound

 

Cry against

the rushing tide

knee deep in uncovered with nowhere to hide

 

March on the golden dawn

steadfast and frugal you move on

 

 

 

"Offramp Rodeo" (2013)

​LIVE IN THE STREAM (Pedersen)

Been there before
worn out on the floor
mishap of postwar

Failed to get to the door
can’t really ignore
the sore spots anymore

At the scene, a tape machine
a trampoline, a busted spleen
I’m fixing up a submarine
taking care of quarantine

Should have been foreseen
like some kind of routine
if just we’d kept it clean

What I mean is on the screen
if you were queen in my canteen
a forest green live sardine
high on dance, and caffeine

Dream of an aquatic regime
well into the stream
a life full of gleam

PD: drums, maracas, cowbell, tambourine & additional snare
TT: upright bass, vocals & foam-battered banjo
AP: guitars & vocals
NH: organ & marching band bassdrum



OCB (Pedersen) 


Don’t buy in to the thousand scares
they promote to shut you up
on your toes, just keep the powder dry
and stay on top

There’s a spin on every story now
there’s a lie on every tongue
hold your breath, take the time to aim
it'll hit before long

Offbeat circuit breakers
turning up on the grid
all movers and shakers
unite and commit

Going out on fifty thousand watts
through the skywaves at night
we call on you to call the shots
propagate and ignite
you’ll be left, we’ll be right

Offbeat circuit breakers
turning up on the grid
all movers and shakers
unite and commit
time to curb the skid

PD: drums & tambourine
TT: bass, vocal, wurlitzer & backwards banjo harmonics
AP: vocal, guitar & tenor guitar
NH: mellotron & acetone organ



OFFRAMP RODEO (Pedersen)

Another race is run
we’re overdone, but nobody won
you’re still pressing on
the summer’s gone, in a free fall
a marathon without recall

No more roads to go
the shadows grow
and mask the patio
the Offramp Rodeo is all you know
but the stars lost their glow
in the neon undertow

The freakshow stands still
without need or will
hiding its face untill
the next race

Never saw the blind
the left behind
all undefined
tried to stay on top
all in, nonstop
but it just goes to show
anytime they you drop
you have to let it go

 

PD: drums, darbuka & Kenyan mgala drum
TT: upright bass & marimba
AP: the guild & vocals
NH: glockenspiel & pedal steel guitar


LEAVING ODESSA (Pedersen)    

Set to leave Odessa in the morning
try to clear the mind down at the bar
maybe we ignored the fateful warning
don’t mess with that Lone Star
people here would go far

Gaze down on the oilfields of west Texas
recognize the pumpjacks and their prance
entrepreneurs in Texas simply vex us
they’re not your usual romance
more like an ancient ghost dance
a different stance

Seize the Alamo
pass it high and low
unsteady as she goes

Missing all the Arizona dead ends
low key days around the Desert Inn
sittin’ tight and dealing with the new bends
a place to hide at high tide
safe and cool while inside

Seize the Alamo
pass it high and low
unsteady as she goes

The last thing I remember is a phonecall
something ‘bout blind tigers in the House
the Seven Sisters do not want you ‘round here
get out while you still can
don’t be freakin’ blind, man

PD: double drumkit, tambourines, shakers & wooden box
NH: el. bass, pedalsteel, organ & vibraphone
AP: vocals & guitar
TT: vocals



FULL MOON (Pedersen)

Making a wrong turn I take off
rooftops and glass trees below
dreaming I fly when I’m falling
falling all too slow

I was a sky diving orphan
you were a cannon let loose
caskets and steamboats on rivers
showed how we chose

The brightest lights cast deepest shadows
people like telephone poles
lonely, apart as they witness
black neon holes

Pull out the skylights and sit back
letting the night take you in
reach for the stars as you peel off
that raddled skin

This is the lull revolution
dreamers and drop-outs unite
seep through the cracks and acknowledge
the full moon tonight
just satellite

 

PD: drum kit, kpanloko drum, wooden boxes, shaker & tambourine
AP: vocal, guitars & piano
NH: glockenspiel, sleighbells & organbass
TT: vocal & upright bass
Sille Krill: vocal

​HERE’S ONE (Pedersen)

All alone in a dense fog when the rain starts
​an old terraplane close to the grounds
across the wetlands into the woods
a trunk full of all your worldly goods
running with the hare, and hunting with the hounds

While the silent drape of nightfall slowly sets
there’s still the ring of a voice that said
in about four weeks or so
you’re only gonna feel half the pain you know
you can't really win a war inside your head

Here is one to tell you
we’re outrun anyway
that trouble comes in all colors
but always leave you in the grey

A cold shimmer of the moonbeams through the naked trees
a goshawk circling high
down the river in the back of his mind
memories of safety and horrors combined
most things then were kept on the sly

Tired eyes don’t tell lies, Granpa used to say
it’s never really lightning that strikes
it all begins when you’re striken by life
then you wind up on the wrong end of a knife
just another guy that no one really likes

This is one
who’ll tell you
we’re outrun every day
that trouble comes in all colors
but always have us running away

 


PD: drums & percussion
AP: guitars, vocal + clapping
TT: bass & vocals
NH: ACE tone organ, tremolo guitar & piano, glockenspiel + tubular bells
Niels “det’-jo-det” Nørgaard: bass trombone



​FIRESALE (Heyman/Pedersen)

On a soiled and feeble trail
tracing jet streams, facing ill dreams
while it’s all a firesale

lack of sleep and lack of luck
southern hellholes, gloomy poor souls
losing track in pick-up trucks

by the light from kerosene
burning untamed, defiant, unclaimed
I take on the unforeseen

and I dream of rolling streams
wild and clean still, a spirit’s free will
nothing’s ever what it seems

on a hillside drenched in sun
a salient black bear, an endless blunt stare
makes it clear I’ve been outrun

as I stride towards her glow
pads of flax rise, to nearly man size
​and I feel my senses go

bursting spread of firewheel
smiling gently, as it would be
if it wasn’t for the steel

reaching for that world of glass
seems so unfit and we still find it
laying shattered in the grass

pull towards a gentle moon
find a home there, but just beware
not to break it all too soon

all you need along the way
a fabled motel by the Devil’s Inkwell
on the road to Santa Fe

let it go and let me loose
the road’s too run-down for one who’s come round
only asking for a truce

AP: vocal & ac. guitar
PD: drums, maracas, shells, caxixi, additional floor tom
        & Kenyan mgala drum
NH: electric bass, chamberlain, piano, tubular bells,
        bass drum, harmony vocals & vibraphone
TT: clarinet & tremolo bass solo



EVEN SO (Heyman/Pedersen)

On the shortest day
Sparkle slipped away
but you can't let go
blinded mime
you can run your rhymes
but lovers outgrow
even so

Now some desire
all the streets on fire
and never lay off
what you don't see
all the burned fruit trees
held promises too
now make do
change the view

Tried and true
carry through

AP: vocal & vibraphone
NH: guitar, bass, piano & vocal
PD: drums & maracas


POLARIS (Pedersen)

The North Star is held hostage
but in that he's not alone
everybody's a pawn in
somebody's game
and Polaris is only
a recent sad add-on
to the abundance of captives
being used every day

For every constellation
for every setting sun
for any one rescued
another ten will be gone

PD: drums & glockenspiel
TT: bass & harmony vocals
AP: guitars, pump organ & vocal
NH: piano, chamberlain, mellotron & glockenspiel



​LAST CALL (Pedersen)

Bent out of shape, left behind
not quite the escape we had in mind
hear the engine, feel the heat
last call for candidates for the final seats
beat up and run down on the mystery train
stuck on the platform waiting
for the black rain

Been watching the stormfront from the overpass
while trying to eyeball the snakes in the grass
severely derailed by corporate hell hounds
afraid it’s too late now to turn the ship around
found and lost is closer than you’d think
and they ain’t built a boat yet that cannot sink

Just passing through
faceless mud pit prophets
all we can do
untill we can follow through

A dead certain downpour coming ‘round the bend
could be a new beginning, or the beginning of the end
a fear of drowning in a time of mental drought
a time for believers and no time for doubt
an old-fashioned stakeout, we’re just short of spine
relentless hesitation, yours and mine
a time for achievers and no chance for time outs
reluctant resignation
under heavy clouds

Just passing through
faceless mud pit prophets
all we can do
untill we can follow through

PD: kpanloko drum, caxixi, maracas, drumkit & wood
AP: vocal, ac. guitar & acetone organ
NH: piano, pumporgan & baritone guitar
TT: vocal & double bass

RUNNING OUT OF HEROES (Pedersen)

 

Dreamed i was still awake

and still laying face down holding on

remembered what someone said

if they're shootin' at you

you're doin' something right

 

Running out of heroes

running out of steam

there's a planewreck on the horizon

the glory days are gone

 

All that's left now and real

are the nine kinds of pain we're locked into

all we need is a deal

on some damage control and ejector-seats

 

Running out of heroes

running out of steam

there's a planewreck on the horizon

all sooty, amber and blue

running out of heroes

and running out of alternatives too

 

Right side electric guitar by Howe Gelb Piano by Palle Hjorth Recorded in Feedback and PigJoy by JB and the Soupkitchen by AP Violined casio-stuffing recorded in LowLive by TT

Howe selfrecorded at the Blue House

 

IMPLY OR IMPLODE  (Pedersen)

 

Lay low but live large

hold down the fort

stay in charge

go slow but don’t show

sink into a thinktank with a glow

 

Go right or go wrong

all twists of fate are equally strong

just get by till get-go

and head out on another endless road

head on out

 

Imply or implode

either way we come in code

no rhyme or reason

stick it out for me one more season

stick it out

 

Pumporgan by Palle Hjorth Recorded in Feedback and PigJoy by JB Organsolo by AP in the Soupkitchen

 

 

WONDERS & BLUNDERS (Pedersen)

 

Freon pumpin' in my veins

I know I'm losin' all I could've gained

one foot short of a full-on retreat

and all those blunders in my backseat

 

Cross the river dissappear into the night

no telling if i'm wrong or right

there's a splinter in my mind

now my thoughts are a different kind

 

And by the time I-40 takes me in to Amarillo

the lonely road is all I wanna know

 

In a stream of liquid stone

the matter is cut to the bone

what the road is offering me

is a flowing wonder of entity

 

And by the time I-40 takes me out of Amarillo

a lonely road is all i wanna know

'cause there is more to I-40 than to go through Amarillo

wonders and blunders

hand in hand they go

 

With Palle Hjorth pianoing and Marie Frank singing Recorded in Feedback by JB and the Soupkitchen by AP

 

 

RIDE ON (Pedersen)

 

Ride on ride on

pass the gates

in the setting sun

 

Ride on ride on

you favorite sifting son

 

Ride on ride out

leave behind

every shadow

every doubt

ride on out

 

Introducing Elias Ole Lund introducing Written by TT and AP on the Gelb back-porch and recorded there subsequently. Drums recorded in the WholeHole later, AP added solo and effects in the Soupkitchen and bass in Feedback while mixing. Elias captured on Skype

 

 

SMELLS LIKE RAIN (Pedersen)

 

It smells like rain again

although my premonition's like a train

running wild on rugged plains

while we try to maintain

 

Adrift at sea at night

with dreams deserted come what might

it makes no sense to fight

when no one is right

 

Cause there's always more to say

but less is being said each day

'it's hardly a reply and

it's not goodbye

 

Private Punic wars

dumb attacks and vague remorse

after all is said and done

are we still all for one

 

The bells are ringing true

praising those who start anew

and it's all that we can do

I hope you feel so too

 

With Nikolaj heyman on wurlitzer. Written by AP that week in the countryside after Peter said “we still need another song for the album...."

TRANS-FREQUENCING (Pedersen)

 

Float upstream through last fall's fallen leaves

feel the breeze and see the surplus thieves

there are days when all your cells just know

you belong long ago

 

Drift along both Johnson and Monroe

submerged cathedrals in fierce undertow

surfin' that kinetic energy

like electrons captured casually

 

Way out there way out when

I'm sucked right in then kicked back out again

watch me trans-frequencing

I'm here and I'm then

 

Dream away and tap into the groove

walk the cloisters, see the pillars move

ancient arches on higher ground

this is my sonic lost and found

 

Way out there way out when

I'm sucked right in then kicked back out again

watch me trans-frequencing

I'm here and i'm then

 

With Palle Hjorth on Hammond and purple piano Recorded in Feedback and PigJoy by JB, additional recordings done in the Soupkitchen by AP and LowFive by TT

 

WEARY TALKING BLUES (Pedersen)

 

Found a way ‘round the red-light nerves

move like a bloodhound unaware of it's swerves

except jolts in my bones, itch under the skin

keeps me preoccupied with internal rearranging

 

Yeah this things got it in for me

days are shorter now than they used to be

 

So be cool, be funny, smack 'em down hard

with all due respect you just go the whole nine yards

 

'Cause this things got it in for me

days are shorter now than they used to be

still walking wounded, zombie in new shoes

undone and undead

same weary talking blues

 

With Palle Hjorth introing and then taking one Recorded at Feedback and PigJoy by JB

 

 

BELLE (Pedersen)

 

There are many ways for dreams to come true

a woman on route 6 could testify 

lonesome on the lookout

watching folks and years roll by

 

I can't let go of what they told me

about her house, or what remained

after a truck ran through the wall one day

and she got a ride while she was looking the other way

 

Now she's the bell of alarm in traffic

calling out to you

in the smoke from whining tires

and the screaming silence that ensue

 

Organ played by Palle Hjorth Recorded in Feedback and PigJoy by JB

 

 

DON'T ASK ME ABOUT LOVE (Pedersen/Gelb)

 

I'm all in

 

Purple is the color that it turns

when you're feeling down in a black hole

and blue instead

 

will you ever get it up and

continue running a maze

certainly amaze those upon the beautiful gaze

 

I'm all in

 

Lots of coming and going downton too

lots of coming and going

around to find

 

Just don't ask me about love

don't know a thing about it

so just don't ask me about love

don't ask

I'm in too deep

 

Vicky Brown on violin and Jimmy Carr on vibraphone recorded by Nathan Sabatino in Loveland .

Contains a good chunk of "Upright Organ Blues" by Glenn Hardman

(from the trumpet solo on out, actually).

 

 

INVISIBLE (Pedersen)

 

You should try if you think that you can't

and free yer deadload

see through the codes

 

Bring it out from the cool and the dark

to sweltering light and a clear sight

 

Find a passage that opens wide

sweep the shapes of dreamin' sattelites

 

Take it in all the unthinkable

unaccountable sways

dissolve in few days

just go and set inside the sun

be an invisible one

 

Find a passage that opens wide

sweep the shapes of dreamin' satellites

 

With Palle Hjorth on piano Marie Frank singing Jimmy Carr vibraphoning Tuba and trumpet blown right by Henrik Silver. Recorded in Feedback and PigJoy by JB .Vibraphone recorded in Loveland by Nathan Sabatino. Silver recorded in Cirkus Charlie’s office-wagon by AP  Other dubbing done in the Soupkitchen by AP

 

OVERFLOW  (Pedersen)

 

Some say history is a nightmare from which we're trying to awake

that the past and the future are just different takes

and beginning to resemble Tommy Steele is reflecting how it feels

you know, some people get lucky while others get the raw deals

 

There are faces in the walls and a ghostly howling through the halls

waiting for the dust to settle I'm beginning to take vows

but it's just me and my thoughts knocking around this big old house

while the one-eyed jack is king in a world of blind men

 

There're people and cars outside my hotel window

midnight people I don't know

midnight cars in an endless flow

and as I slowly let the default setting go

I overflow

 

Pick us up

you'd think by now we'd know when to raise and when to call

but this game ain't at all the kind we had in mind

dreading the plottet course

trying to kick in some doors

 

With Vicky Brown, violin, Jimmy Carr, vibraphone, and Palle Hjorth, piano. 

 

 

 

 "EliteContinentalCustomClub" (2008)