Bedroom Demos - Vol. 12

by Terry Scott Taylor

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released May 2, 2018

Guitars, vocals- TST
Mastered by Bruce Neher
All songs ©2018 Terry Scott Taylor, Shape of Air Music, BMI

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Track Name: I've Only Built Her A Cloud - 2018
I've Only Built Her Cloud
from the album "Avocado Faultline"
Words & Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2000 Zoom Daddy Music (BMI)

I've got a princess who
wears a second hand dress
She tells me "Baby,
I know you've done your best"

Though I've found comfort
In the love we vowed
I can't help thinkin' that I've
let her down
Well, I'd do anything
to make her proud
Deserves a castle
I've only built her a cloud

Each day I work hard,
But time, it is no friend
One day you look up
and find you're near the end

There are some words too
dark to say aloud
like how you're thinkin' that there's
no way out
Though she's got faith in me
I have my doubts
Dservers a castle
I've only built her a cloud

She says "This cloud is
pretty close to heaven,
we should count our lucky stars"
I've heard each cloud
has a silver lining,
but I just see the rain in ours

Love to surprise her,
give her diamonds and pearls
If I could do it
she knows I'd give her the world

Though I've found comfort
in the love we've vowed
I can't help thinkin' that I've
let her down
I'd do anything
to make her proud
Deserves a castle
I've only built her a cloud
Track Name: The Everlasting Man
The Everlasting Man
To GK Chesterton

words and music: Terry Scott Taylor

©2018 Shape of Air Music, BMI



I ran into Chesterton outside the bar one sultry summer day

Roly-poly, sweating, he was wrapped in woolen folds of gray

St. Francis stood beside him, here’s what they had to say



“Everlasting Man, we see that you’ve still got your chest”

“Spread the good news,” Francis grinned, then added “Sometimes words are best”

“I concur,” laughed G.K., (pipe in hand, he checked the watch pulled from his vest)

“Go on about your business so you can finally get some rest”



“Prayers and fasting

For what we’re asking

Since this is not a small request

Love the saved, love the damned,

Great and small,

Like you they’re all



The Everlasting Man

The Everlasting Man

The Everlasting Man

The Everlasting Man”



I found the man called Thursday in the corner alone, quietly drinking beer

Though I knew he wasn’t thirsty since he’s always seated here

His skin brushed bright ethereal as he whispered to me loud and clear



“Everlasting Man, I see that you’ve still got your chest”

Then he spilled his drink and with a wink said, “Let the owner clean this mess

While you go about your business since you understand it more or less

Run along now son though it’s been fun to have you as my guest



Prayers and fasting

For what I’m asking

Since this is not a small request

Love the save, love the damned

Like you and me

Each one you see's



The Everlasting Man

The Everlasting Man

The Everlasting Man

The Everlasting Man



I sighed and closed the book in a room filled with the cold of an endless winter’s day

Father leaned back in his wingback chair saying “Son, you seem so very far away”

His face was crowded with familiar faces, it was no surprise to hear him say



“Everlasting Man, I see that you’ve still got your chest

And to do what you must do my boy, you will need to leave the nest”

Rising to my feet I said, “Father I will do my best

Since this is more than business; it truly is a quest”



In father’s face I could clearly see

The one’s I’d met, this Trinity

Where three are one, and one is three



And to the saved, and to the damned

To the small and the great

I Am

The Everlasting Man

The Everlasting Man

The Everlasting Man…..
Track Name: Holy Night, Darkest Night - 2018
Holy Night, Darkest Night
from the Lost Dogs album "Nazarene Crying Towel"
(Words and Music by Terry Taylor)
©2002 Zoom Daddy Music (BMI)

In through the dark
Into his heart
Deep into deep we go under
The only beloved
The loved of the loved
How can we speak of the wonder?

Holy night
Darkest night

Deadly the wounds
The beautiful wounds
Healed in the clash of His thunder
Blood on the nails
Pinning the veil
The lightning that flashed tore asunder

Holy night
Darkest night
Track Name: I Get To Wondering - 2018
I Get To Wondering
from the album "Mr Buechner's Dream"
Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor
©2001 Shape of Air Music/BMI

Are you hiding in this cloud,
(I get to wondering)
Behind this dark and angry shroud,
(I get ot wondering)
Among the strangers in the crowd?
(I get to wondering)

Chorus:
I get to wondering (3x)
If I've loved you at all

Were you the one behind the wheel
(I get to wondering)
In the hands that struck the deal?
(I get to wondering)
Would I want what you conceal?
(I get to wondering)

Repeat chorus

Were those real tears I cried?
Was that a real death I died
I'm wondering...

I'm looking through the bevelled glass
(I get to wondering)
Was that your shadow going past?
(I get to wondering)
Are these your footsteps in the grass?
(I get to wondering)
Track Name: Sensible Shoes And Action Slacks
Sensible Shoes And Action Slacks
words and music: Terry Scott Taylor

©2018 Shape of Air Music, BMI



I was drivin’ by the welfare line

When I decided to go for broke

And thread the eye of a needle

With a camel-load of rope

Dear, you did what you had to do

So I could do what I loved to do

But my appetite for dread was fed

When I heard from you

You said “We need to talk”

I thought “Not good..well, not ‘never,’

Hardly ever”



I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes

And putting on my action slacks

I plan to add another thrilling chapter to the book of Acts

I’d rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream

Than get crushed by the weight of facts

I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes

And puttin’ on my action slacks



I watch a syncopated dashboard dance

(that little lady’s hula never gets old)

She’s keeping time to the great Miles Davis

Who was too young to be so old

I’m told he did what he had to do

So he could do what he loved to do

And thru the radio speaker’s blue mood fog

His smokey voice came through

He said “We need to talk”

I thought “That’s good…or it’s not,

I was never a go getter”



I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes

And putting on my action slacks

AAI plan to add another thrilling chapter to the book of Acts

I’d rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream

Than get crushed by the weight of facts

I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes

And puttin’ on my action slacks



It’s time for Scully to call the game

I turn my radio down from “stun”

'Cuz his kind of beautiful music

Needs no bass and drum

He tells me “I agree with brother Miles,

You gotta do what you love, with style

And before I read the stats, son

You gotta pick up the ball and bat, son.

No more talk.”

I thought “That’s good. Very good”

Now I’m



Takin’ off my sensible shoes

And putting on my action slacks

I plan to add another thrilling chapter to the book of Acts

I’d rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream

Than get crushed by the weight of facts

I’m takin’ off my sensible shoes….



Takin’ off my sensible shoes

Puttin’ on my action slacks

I’d rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream

Than get crushed by the weight of facts



Takin’ off my sensible shoes

Puttin’ on my action slacks



Takin’ off my

Sensible shoes

Puttin’ on my

Action slacks



Soon will come the silent years

Spent waiting for the kingdom come

We’ll be woken from the sleep that sanctifies

By the pounding of celestial drums

And we’ll take off our worn out shoes

And put on our action slacks
Track Name: I Will Return - 2018
I Will Return
from the DA album "Kalhöun"
Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler and Greg Flesch
©1991 Twitchen Vibes/ Brainstorm Artists Int'l.. ASCAP/BMI

And the city stood
In a glowing splendor
'Til her ashes were laid in an urn
Beneath a fast food counter

I will return

The descendants were born
And they danced their dances
Then the sound of their stumbling was great
Tilting the world off its axis

I will return

And the women gazed in their mirrors
Suitors brought them vials of perfume (quiet lives of desperation)
Then golden-haired locusts with the faces of angels
Sealed each of them up in a metal cocoon

And the life ran out
Just when it all seemed better
Here is a display in a granite museum
A shame on view forever

I will return, I will return

And the birdcage was eventually opened
A great flock of nuns flew away (meeting no one's expectations)
And the saints who had slept on the head of a pin
Came down from the sky at the end of all days

And the city stood
In a glowing splendor
'Til her ashes were laid in an urn
Beneath a fast food counter

I will return (I will be coming like a thief in the night)
I will return (I will be coming like a thief in the night)...

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