Bedroom Demos- Vol. 1

by Terry Scott Taylor

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This is the first collection of songs I recorded in my bedroom on my laptop. These songs are available exclusively to my Patreon supporters for 3 months before they are available here on Bandcamp. I am recording a new 6-song E.P. every month.

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released April 10, 2017

Terry Scott Taylor- vocals, guitars

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Track Name: Sputnik (8K71PS)
Sputnik (8K71PS)
by Terry Scott Taylor

©2017 Shape Of Air Music, BMI



L-O-V-E in blue

Across four fingers is tattooed,

Dad’s thick index pointing toward the stars

His sons took flight

With all the dreamers on that night

We landed on the moon, and then on Mars



8K71PS

Is etched in metal flesh,

Winking at four bodies lying on the lawn

Here’s a distant father who

Can’t say “I love you”

And his bride, who tried to right what he got wrong



He was young and handsome

Street wise and tough,

Provided food and shelter

But that wasn’t enough

Still I believe to this day

That what he couldn’t say

That tattoo in blue said to us



And I won’t forget the night

Of the world’a first satellite

And a young boy who dreamed that he could fly,

And the blanket on the lawn,

And a family now gone

In the blink of the red eye in the sky



The ship and it’s crew

Are running low on fuel

Caught in Earth’s gravitational force

We’re on trajectory; upward mobility

The captain fights to keep our ship on course



Our bodies on the grass

Form impressions that will last,

Something like an X marks the spot

Plans for a shelter there

From the rockets reddish glare

And the bombs that are certain to drop



Behind the concrete walls, the locks, and the bars

Dad will point to the ceiling,

We’ll remember the stars

It’s the price for second place

The losers in the race

Must get use to this new world of ours



And I won’t forget the night

Of the world’s first satellite

And a young boy who dreamed that he could fly,

Or the blanket on the lawn

And a family now gone

In the blink of the red eye in the sky

In the blink of the red eye in the sky
Track Name: I've Been Working
I’ve Been Working
Words and music by Terry Scott Taylor

©2017 Shape of Air Music, BMI



I’ve been working on being so much kinder

Like you baby, baby like you

And I’ve been working on being more forgiving

Like you baby, baby like you



And I’ve been working on being more light-hearted

Like you baby, baby like you

And I’ve been working on working harder

Like you baby, baby like you



Trapped in my “mull it over” lair

Slumped in my procrastinator chair

Thinking about a book I’ll probably never write

Not seeing even as I sit and stare



I’ve been working on having more faith

Like you baby, baby like you

And I’ve been working on enjoying the simple things

Like you baby, baby like you



I say too many words for my own good

Go overboard to be understood

Regret most everything, even things I don’t regret

Can’t drive a car without a peek under the hood



I’ve been working on being slow to anger

Like you baby, baby like you

And I’ve been working on being long-suffering

Like you baby, baby like you



Can’t see the forest for the trees

Things aren’t always as deep as I perceive

But I’m diggin’ a hole and I won’t stop until I go

Upside down where they’re speakin’ in Chinese

Yeah……



Got my theories about serving God and loving Man

Got me a map and I’ve got me a little plan

I’ll start by pretending to love someone I can’t

Maybe as time goes on I’ll find I can



I’ve been working on being more light hearted

Like you baby, baby like you

Like you baby, baby like you