Bedroom Demos- Vol. 15

by Terry Scott Taylor

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I Will Hold You Again (A Mother’s song) words and music: Terry Scott Taylor ©2018 Shape Of Air Music, BMI When you were a child In many ways I was too But every foolish mistake I made And the hard times we went through Were worth every moment spent With you cradled in my arms And I would vow I’d fight to the death anyone Who would do you harm And when you were a boy And off somewhere at play I’d turn on the porch light and call your name At the end of the day It echoed through the streets To find the places you roamed And wrapped in the soft robes of twilight You let my voice lead you home So don’t cry now sweet baby Don't cry now My hand is still rocking the cradle And love will mend the broken bough And I will hold you again And I will hold you again And I will sing you a lullaby In a story without end I will hold you again And when you became a man Gone off somewhere to play I’d still turn on the porch light and in the night Bow my head to pray A prayer echoing through the streets To find the places you roamed And on the wings of the prayers of the ones you love You were led safely home No don’t cry now my baby Don't cry now My voice is still calling you homeward To feel my kiss upon your brow And I will hold you again And I will hold you again Yes this parting is just for a little while No it’s not how the story ends I will hold you again Hold you again Hold you again guitar and vocal: T.S. Taylor Note: In my grief over my Mom’s passing I wrote this song a few days later. In it I imagine what she might be saying to me even now. There are fragmentary glimpses here into our family’s history; my Mother's pregnancy at the age of 17, the early years of my parents' financial and personal struggles born of their youth and inexperience married to a brave desire to “do the right thing.” I vividly recall those boyhood summers when twilight would fall and my mother’s faraway voice would call my brother and me home from a day spent playing in the streets of our neighborhood. How comforting that voice was, suffused with the grace of love and home, and it remained an anchor throughout our family’s most turbulent times. I will deeply miss that voice. And God knows I will miss her laugh. All those who knew her and have written to me since her passing have mentioned my Mother’s laugh and despite her suffering with the horror that is Alzheimers, she never stopped being funny or perceptive to another’s humor. To the day she died her explosive, room-filling laughter continued to bring joy to all of us. And because love is stronger than death, I believe I will see her again and that the laughter and joy we share on that day of reunion will last far beyond ten thousand years.
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In The In-Between words and music: Terry Scott Taylor ©2018, Shape OF Air Music, BMI The Kingdom is coming The Kingdom’s come We’re running a race That we’ve already won Dying is living And the weak are strong We gain everything When everything's gone In the in-between In the in-between In the shadow of death The table is set Between the already And the not quite yet In the in-between Victory through defeat By serving we reign Exalted when humbled We see unseen things Wise when we’re fools Full when we fast Great when we’re small First when we’re last In the in-between In the in-between In the shadow of death The table is set Between the already And the not quite yet In the in-between Poor when we’re rich Raised bowing down Free and unfettered When we’re burden bound Sorrowful, yet rejoicing We conquer giving in Giving is getting In losing we win In the in-between In the in-between Between the Son’s returning And this gathering storm The cross and the grave And our Easter morn In the in-between In the in-between In the in-between…. voices and instruments: T.S. Taylor Note: The Bible is filled with paradoxes (seemingly absurd or self-contradictory statements or propositions that when investigated or explained prove to be true). I’ve utilized many of these paradoxes as my foundation for this song, my sense of the “in-betweenness” of things pertaining to my life as a believer having been heightened by the passage of time.
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Joel- 2018 05:33
Joel words: Joel 1:9 (Eugene Peterson’s The Message) music: Terry Scott Taylor and Greg Flesch ©2018 Shape Of Air Music, BMI Today is Pentecost Sunday on the Church calendar so this seemed apropos... I’ll pour my Spirit on all flesh Your sons and daughters will prophesy Your old men shall dream dreams And your young men shall see visions Across the ruined fields Across the mourning land They will return to me Vocals and instruments: T.S. Taylor Note: As I recall it Greg Flesch (DA’s lead guitarist) brought me a little fragment of music he’d been working on which he thought he and I could possibly develop into a full-fledged song for the album “Mr. Buechner’s Dream.” I immediately fell in love with Greg’s chord structure and the little repetitive riff, but I temporarily set the song aside to work on other "Buechner" tunes. I don’t fully recall my thought process in regard to the vocal melody and lyrics, but I do remember thinking early on that Greg’s musical fragment had the kind of mesmerizing cadence and melody that might work well as is. The thought occurred to me: What if the song were a kind of repetitive anthem which steadily builds into a crescendo? Once I decided this would be my approach I knew I would need a very simple yet equally compelling lyric to go along with the music. Exactly how the words of Joel came to serve this purpose is unfortunately lost in the fog of my memory, (I don’t discount divine providence!), but even now the marriage of music and lyrics possesses, at least to me, the kind of transcendent quality that suggests this is a song that has always existed. Greg and I didn’t write it; we found it. The scripture on which “Joel” is based never fails to to give me a little chill every time I read it.
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The Great Divide words and music: Terry Scott Taylor from the Lost Dogs album "Real Men Cry" Wounded and aching he fell across the great divide as our hearts were breaking they found him on the other side Roll river (rolling on), roll river (take us home) home to Jesus where we belong We're wounded and aching, take us 'cross the great divide Wounded and aching, He fell across the great divide Guitar and vocals: T.S. Taylor Note: I've been dealing with a lot of grief lately. My friend Doug Doyle passed in February and my mom passed last month. Kinda puts one in a frame of mind. Since March (the anniversary of my close friend, brother, and fellow Lost Dog Gene Eugene’s death), I have been thinking that recording “The Great Divide” for my Patreon followers would be more than apropos. I don’t recall how much later after Gene left this world that I wrote this song in his memory, but I believe it might have come after writing “Flash In Your Eyes” for Daniel Amos’s “Mr. Buechner’s Dream,” which was another song inspired by Gene’s sudden passing. To say that I greatly miss these amazing people only hints at the depth of my sorrow at times, but along with my sorrow comes the renewal of hope; this is not the end of the story. Easter reminded us of Resurrection, of a new heaven and a new earth, of rebirth and restoration. My loved ones have “crossed the great divide”, but Christ is faithful and true to His word. We will meet again. T.S.T
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Amber Waves Goodbye from the Lost Dogs album "Scenic Routes" Music and Lyrics by Terry Scott Taylor ©1992 Shape Of Air Music, BMI You got a ticket in your pocket So long Danny boy Apple seed inside your locket She'll miss you Danny boy It broke your heart, she poisoned the river turned brown the azure sky and every fallen angel weeps when Amber waves goodbye In the red glare, fiery fountain She lost you Danny boy Echo down the purple mountain She calls you Danny boy Was a time you ran to your mother, took her dancing through the rye Now every fallen angel weeps when Amber waves goodbye Spacious skys In your eyes Boy, she woke you from that dream of youth and innocence Join the parade of heroes betrayed whose blind devotion paid the consequence Now she needs you now Danny boy Bright white crosses line the hillside So long Danny boy She prayed to heaven but you still died Please come back Danny boy God bless the poor she left in the streets Lord she heard those babies cry Those little fallen angels weep cause Amber waves goodbye Those little fallen angels weep cause Amber waves goodbye vocal and guitar: T.S. Taylor note: For a number of years the song “Amber Waves Goodbye” evaded me. I had the title, but little else, and unlike most of the songs I had written up to that point I had a number of false starts in trying to complete it. Nothing seemed to work. I had the intuitive sense all along that this was an important song but my efforts never seemed to live up to what I felt was the full potential of the title. I would file it away in my brain cabinet time and time again, promising to get back to it at some future date. Before I knew it however, the years flew by and still the “song” remained nothing more than an intriguing title scribbled in one of my old notebooks. It wasn’t until we formed The Lost Dogs that I began seriously working on it again. I have no doubt today that the reason the song lay just outside my grasp for so long is that it was meant all along to be performed and recorded specifically by the Dogs. I completed “Amber” shortly before recording it with the band in 1992 for the album “Scenic Routes.” It may well have been the very first song I showed the band, but I can’t be absolutely sure of this. The title’s play on words could have easily inspired something satirical and lighthearted, but from the moment I conceived it I instinctively knew this wasn’t the approach to take. That “Amber” became a song about lost post World War II American idealism didn’t surprise me in the least; The undercurrent of the song’s theme no doubt lay just below the surface of my consciousness even back when the song was still only a title. “Amber” was largely inspired by my having experienced, along with rest of the nation, the tragic loss of President John F. Kennedy at the hands of an assassin, the subsequent decimation of what remained of the country’s post war innocence, and the turbulent ushering in of the 60’s in which families who, up to this point, had been consuming a steady diet of feel good TV shows like Ozzie and Harriet and Father Knows Best, now ate their TV dinners tuned in to the bloody and heartbreaking Viet Nam war. This new recording should give the listener a true sense of what the completed song would have sounded like shortly before I gave it to The Lost Dogs to record.
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Waterloo Sunset words and music: Ray Davies Dirty old river Must you keep rolling Flowing into the night People so busy Make me feel dizzy Taxi light shines so bright But I don’t Need no friends As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset I am in paradise Everyday I look at the world from my window But chilly chilly is the evening time Waterloo sunset’s fine Terry meets Julie Waterloo Station Every Friday night But I am so lazy Don't want to wander I stay at home at night But I don’t feel afraid Long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset I am in paradise Everyday I look at the world from my window But chilly chilly is the evening time Waterloo sunset’s fine Millions of people Swarming like flies ‘round Waterloo underground But Terry and Julie Cross over the river Where they’ll feel safe and sound And they don’t Need no friend as long as they gaze on Waterloo sunset They are in paradise Waterloo sunset’s fine Waterloo sunset’s fine Waterloo sunset’s fine Waterloo sunset’s fine vocal and guitar: T.S. Taylor note: This is one of my all time favorite songs since I first heard it back in 1967. Ray Davis, composer of the song and front man for The Kinks, originally called it “Liverpool Sunset,” because of his love for that particular city. However, inspired by ‘Penny Lane,’ (Beatle Paul McCartney’s ode to his own boyhood haunt), Ray decided to change ‘Liverpool’ to ‘Waterloo’ as an ode to his home city (Waterloo Station in London). The melancholy nature of the song about two idealistic lovers crossing over Waterloo bridge in search of their dreams in the world at large, always struck a chord with me. The Beach Boys-inspired backing vocals on the original recording (performed by Ray and his brother Dave) are beautifully rendered and give me goose-bumps every time I hear them. I’ve made no attempt here to reconstruct the original song; It’s likely only a hack or an egomaniac would attempt a serious remake of “Citizen Kane” or believe he can recreate the Mona Lisa. Instead, I’ve gone for a simple vocal/guitar arrangement that I hope gives the song a unique and intimate feel. BTW the song has been covered by others; Bowie and Elliot Smith (who only performed “Waterloo’ live) are among them. Both artists truly did the song justice.

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EP #15 in my ongoing Patreon series.
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released August 8, 2018

TST- vocals, guitars, etc.
Mastered by Bruce Neher
Thanks to Sarah Issler for this month's album cover photo

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