Produced by Milton Mapes
Performed by Britton Beisenherz, Jim Fredley, Roberto
Sanchez, Greg Vanderpool
With Chris Dye, Todd Pertll, Margo Timmins
Recorded by Britton Beisenherz at Ramble Creek
Studio, Austin, Texas
Mastered by Jim Wilson at Airshow, Boulder, Colorado
LYRICS
ACROSS THE WAVES
Send the news across the waves
My sweet promise there is song
A momentary stay, only pushed away for so long
There is a voice in the storm
Between two worlds come to me
The dream of a retreat being switched on
Sounds of labor no more
Southern temperate and alive
A vast chorus sings
In the distance, a crescent low rise
UNDISCOVERED
We toil the broad side for any conclusion with dim emotion
as we go
And all the while we hold the illusion of terrain unspoiled,
a silent plea for home
Undiscovered, commonplace, quiet, tranquil and alive
Rolling lands laid out like a linen
No transgressions under the mud
See it all so concise and vivid
See night falling where we set fire
The days of recourse and end of worries. The restoration
we're seeking
And sunken-eyed we hold on to reason and ways manufactured
A time of doubt and killing for it
Undiscovered, commonplace, open, placid and alive
Casting out all wasted moments
Listen to the language of birds
Exceeding all due bounds and limits
Moving past the weight of our words
And all the while we hold the illusion of terrain unspoiled
leading as we go
Undiscovered…
LOW PINING
Grey land, rise and demand, circling pattern, idle
hands
Panoramas and runaways like ghosts, suspended, left out
in the haze
When i was a boy i had a sense of awe and presence felt
Discovery accounts and summer days with texture live to
tell
I am crawling, feeling ground, mobilized and riding my sound
Under heaven, into earth...a golden age for what it’s
worth
Staying low at caution rate. follow lines that hold their
weight
Overrun, overdrawn. interstates all winter long
ALONG MY SHORES
What pulled you out of the burning house and spoke to you
along the road?
Should we stop it in its tracks, to contemplate the reasons?
Along my shores, Along my shores
If I had not missed the wind. If only someone held the wheel
An engineer comes riding in, and on his cloud, forecasting
it
Along my shores, Along my shores
I just want feel the sand washing over my hands
Put away the world demands, to drift along on my shores
Along my shores, Along my shores
WHEN YOU'RE DOWN
Someday when you're looking back on what you've done
Never certain if you ever took it far enough
The eyes staring back at you tell the answer
When you're down, When you're down
Played it off and held it in for ransom
Burned it seven ways and held it to the fire
If the autumn ever comes you'll have a reason
When you're down, When you're down
Checking out. Signing off.
Race away with the promise of another summer.
Tall shadows, long gone
When you're down, When you're down...
TRAVELING SONG
We hold our way like a metal to stone
Moving with ears to the ground
Living outside the candleflame glow
Unmarked, with traveling song
Where do you go?
Where do you go?
Where do you go when you're going alone?
The saving eyes and the deep, steady drum
Anchoring down as it turns
If they should ever solve gravity's pull
The big question hanging around...
Where do you go?
Where do you go?
Where do you go when you're going alone?
BLIND TIDE SAILS AND WEATHER VANE HEARTS
Blind tide sails and weather vane hearts
We stopped to watch the Arcadia burning
And the smoke that soon filled a summer sky blows by the
motorlines
THE ANSWER TO ALL OUR PRAYERS
Nothing wakes you like a sunrise
Nothing breaks you like a song
You had your Spring.
Was that your season, or an unforeseen divergence to the
fall?
No barrier, no hesitation
A pulse in heavy beating
A fire on the plains out there
Something we were missing
The answer to all our prayers
You miss it when you're seeking
All the while it was everywhere
A reconciliation
The answer to all our prayers
Oh great disorientation
Oh deep hollow in the hills
The scars of home our navigation
Open out to our great withdrawal from the world
Wrapped in reverie and shadowland
A pulse in heavy beating
A fire on the plains out there
Something we were missing
The answer to all our prayers
You miss it when you're seeking
All the while it was everywhere
A reconciliation
The answer to all our prayers
It's everything you wanted
The answer to all our prayers...
END OF NIGHT
Pulling my weight out of the ground
Nothing in earshot
No one around, or for now
I'd never win
I'd only fail if i had contact.
Leaving a trail unturned...Watch my world burn
Crossing the sky, over the bow
End of the night
Highways they follow me now
Loosen my mind
Open the gate
Lord, ease my conscience
Pull me away, away...Never to fade
Lyrics by Greg Vanderpool ©2007
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