Bedroom Demos - Vol. 13

by Terry Scott Taylor

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Dennis Draeger I quite like the DOX version of Hungering Dark/ Light Ships, but hearing the person who actually wrote the song sing it gives the song renewed life. Favorite track: Hungering Dark/Light Ship.
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released June 8, 2018

mastered by Bruce Neher

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Track Name: Flannery's Eyes
Flannery’s Eyes
words and music: Terry Scott Taylor
(for Flannery O’Connor)
©2018 Shape of Air Music, BMI


The peacock roosts at dusk,

Gradual hops, and then

From ground to fence to limb

Now the shimmer and the shakes begin

In a vanity that ends



With the eyes of God watching you



The ancient design raised

A regal, ultimate array

In ecstasy’s display

Look, an ordinary face!

The same supernatural grace



And the eyes of God watching you





In the meantime the bull hides

In the shadows of the trees

He’s sent to gore your side

With the grace of your disease



The bull is charging now

He will thrust and open up your side

Embrace him as he violently abides

In a rosary of mystery inside the

Glint in Flannery’s eyes



Like the eyes of God watching you





With the black man’s suffering (The peacock roosts at dusk)

She tattoos the South’s Christ-haunted skin (Gradual hops and then)

She thrusts her peacock-feathered pen (From ground to fence to limb)

To strike the bloody page again (Now the shimmer and the shakes begin)

She saw this dying for our sin



In the eyes of God,

Wounded eyes of God,

In the eyes of God

Watching you…..



instruments and vocals: T.S. Taylor



note: This song, inspired by one of my favorite authors, attempts to capture something of Flannery O'Connor’s use of the concept of the grace of spiritual insight through violence (pain and suffering) which was so often the underlying theme of her powerful and disturbing works of fiction. Among the many eccentricities of Ms. O’Connor, who tragically died of lupus at the age of thirty-nine, was the raising of peacocks on her farm in Milledgeville, Georgia. It is said that the feathers of the vain peacock, when in full display, reveal “the eyes of God.” The “bull” appearing in the song’s bridge is a direct reference to the agent of violent grace and redemption found in Flannery’s short story “Greenleaf.”

T.S.T
Track Name: Hungering Dark/Light Ship
The Hungering Dark / Light Ship
©1986 Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
Recorded by D.O.X for their album "D.O.X." (1986)
This recording ©2018 Shape of Air Music, BMI

I close my tired eyes
And dream beneath a placid sky
In distant shades I walk
To silent nights
Where tears go by
My longing heart
Can hear you cry

I sense the coming storm
I find you, little child
I've come to take you home
Out of the sunless wild
We never will look back

Like twilight slumber falls
I roam the silent dream again
Beneath the blood-red moon
A shadow hides
The ghost-wind sighs
My broken heart
Can feel you die

I grab the phantom's hand
I hold another child
Must flee that shadow land
Escape the sunless wild
We have no time to lose

(Chorus):
Here comes the hungering dark
Here comes the night
So take my hand
We'll sail the light ship
'Til we reach God's golden land
Now breaks the dawn again
The hungering dark
Dies in the sun
The light ship sails on (sails on)

(Bridge):
Pictures in my sleepy eyes
Of silver waves so deep
Painted there by wounded hands
That guide the sailors' sleep
To awaken in those arms
And cross the golden shore
Is living ever
Dying never more
Sail on, sail on, sail on...

I sense the coming storm
I find you, little child
I've come to take you home
Out of the sunless wild
We never will look back

Repeat chorus

This is a song I wrote for a band I was producing back in 1986. I never recorded it myself but I had a few people request it so here ya go!



Instruments, vocals- TST
Track Name: A Sigh For You - 2018
A Sigh For You
from the album "Fearful Symmetry"
Words by Terry Taylor
Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler, Greg Flesch
©1986 Broken Songs (ASCAP)


A sigh for you rides the wind
A cry for you rides the wind
Seeking a world of ten thousand years
A thousand tears I cry

A sigh for you sails the sea
A cry for you sails the sea
Ghost ships that ride on the haunted deep
In passion's sleep I

Drown in the tears of my brokenness
Then my love walks on the sea
Of my sorrow

A sigh for you breaks my heart
A cry for you breaks my heart
Heaven to heal every misery
Each memory - I'm

Lost in a maze of my fallenness
'Til my love's slain on a tree
Casting my shadow

A sigh for you rides the wind
A cry for you rides the wind
Seeking a world of ten thousand years
A thousand tears I cry (I would die for you)

A sigh for you
A sigh for you
A sigh for you rides the wind

instruments and vocals: T.S. Taylor
additional percussion: Andrew Taylor
Track Name: August Dupin
August Dupin
words and music: Terry Scott Taylor
©2018 Shape Of Air Music, BMI


A tell-tale heart is softly beating

Behind the walls, the floor, the ceiling

Of the locked room where we’re kneeling

To touch the stain left by your bleeding

Which formed this imprint of your head



Can these clues be more intriguing

When no who-done-it is this misleading?

We’ve deduced you can’t be breathing

So are we premature in grieving

Though it’s very clear that you are dead?



So bringing wits and secret ciphers,

IPads, quills, pens, and typewriters,

The book world’s prominent insiders

Arrive to make our burden lighter

And to have a look around

That’s when Gaiman, Moore, and King say

“We have found a hidden doorway”

Then going down a winding stair case,

In Lewis Carrol style, our foray

Shortly leads us underground



To a shadowy room that is concealing

Truths Sir Doyle’s candlelight’s revealing

Not dead-ends, canards, or double dealings,

Herrings red, or dark deceivings,

Folklore, myths, tall-tales, or fables



It is the thing we’ve all been seeking,

Once diaphanous and fleeting

A tell-tale heart still softly beating

Wrapped in parchment we are reading,

Nailed to a bloody, broken table



Wide-eyed, stunned, and barely breathing,

Each sleuth silently retreating

Without the need to say in leaving

“There is enough here for believing

That is, of course, assuming we are able”



So in the end there’s this,

The stunning final twist;

All in all

We never saw

All we are now seeing

-finis-



instruments and vocals: T.S. Taylor



note:

A couple of years back I conceived the idea of creating a song that would be a kind of literary detective story in which certain theological implications were hinted at. The idea would be to bring several old school authors of the fantastic/mysterious along side their modern counterparts to form a collective of literary sleuths making use of their particular skills to chase down clues and solve a particularly puzzling metaphysical mystery. I named my musical allusion after Edgar Allan Poe’s fictional character August Dupin, considered to be literature’s very first detective. Listeners will note that Dupin’s name appears nowhere in the lyrics; this is for the simple reason that I’ve imagined him to be the first person narrator of the tale.
Track Name: Sky King - 2018
Sky King (Out Across The Sky)
Words and music by Terry Scott Taylor
©1981 Shape Of Air Music, BMI



Clouds are gathering round my head

It’s a rainy day without an end

I’d change the world but it won’t bend

Did I hear Your voice in the wind?

Did I hear You calling?



Is it a lighthouse shining in the night?

No, I believe it’s a star twinkling up on high

It’s clearing now my eyes are dry

And I can see You sailing out across the sky

Out across the sky



This is not a dream, You’ve taken flight,

far above the world

You walk on clouds, You ride the light,

far above my head



Out across the sky, out across the sky

I’m out across the sky, the ground is gone

And I’m dancing on the wind, I’m dancing

on the wind



Ain’t no packing bags when your voyage

is to the Son

Ain’t no last good-byes when heaven calls you on

It’s hard to believe this dreary night is gone

But I can feel it’s meant for everyone

It’s meant for everyone



This is not a dream, You’ve taken flight,

far above the world

You walk on clouds, You ride the light,

far above my head



Out across the sky, out across the sky

I’m out across the sky



The ground is gone

And I’m dancing on the wind,



Out across the sky, far above the world

Out across the sky, far above the world

Out across the sky



Instruments, vocals- TST

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