Somehow I doubt that combination has been used before, so maybe this is a first. The fretless Westbury (somewhat mandatory for at least something on each RT album) made it's appearance with a talk box. Man - did he kill with the lyrics on this one! I was probably a bit self-indulgent with the solos in it, but we don't have a record company telling us we should make our songs 4 minutes or less - so it was JAM time. I told Matt that I thought it should be about something that would go from Heaven to Hell - hence the soft, happy first part of the verses morphing into the somewhat Satanic second parts of the verses. John - I'm really not sure how I arrived with the music on this one, but it came pretty quick. Remembering the joy, of a small boy, and the humming of the fansĬynical and grown, your life is not your ownĪnd when you're high, the lows will try, to bring you to your knees.Īnd when you cry, your eyes will dry, and see still blindly…. Night it will fall, resume the dreadful crawl So blue the sky today, worries washed away, rise above it all Your masterpiece annulled, the picture is dull….įinding inner peace, riding on the wing, of the Field Sparrowīut you minds at war, lock the cellar door Playing your part, for the beauty in your art, an inspiration for another…. You're near the end, addiction will win…. Regaining clarity, in sobriety, gives a new beginning The light is turning black, your nightmare is back…. Lost in a time, long left behind, in a daydream John - Lead & Background Vocals, Electric Guitars, Fretless Guitar, G-Strings, Bass, Organ Special thanks to Michael Williams, as the organ was damned near mandatory, and the piano solo was very cool as well - a Raptor Trail first! This song is kind of a rites of passage song to me, almost spiritual in nature. I had it culled back from the very first Raptor album, I knew we would get to it sooner or later. Matt- I always liked this song John had written. We changed some of the lyrics around, but it's basically about getting old and leaving this world and hoping that the journey into the next world is a good one. John - I'd originally written this song back over 20 years ago - and was paying a bit of homage to Coyote when I did it. Guess I'll never know, cuz I ain't coming back I just can't seem to find the endless road ![]() The lines of time are etched upon my face John - Lead & Background Vocals, Acoustic Guitars, Slide Guitars, Bass Good riding down the road with the stereo cranked tune. The trust fund line always got a nice reaction in Colorado. I wrote this song a while back and basically it's a traveling tune about life on the road and the ups and downs that come with that. Matt- This song was on JCs fourth album entitled Ghost Dance. ![]() Doesn't matter what you do with a song as good as this one - it's just going to be good, period. We purposely kind of enhanced the dynamics of it - the louder parts louder and the quiet parts quieter - plus the somewhat Floydian middle part, but pretty happy with how this one turned out. I asked Matt if he'd mind if we "Raptorized" it, and he was cool with it, so that's what we did. ![]() John - well, this was always one of my favorite Coyote songs. Watching water pour over that rusted wheelĪnd he lost a sweet girl Miss Rachel HodgesĪnd the longing man goes on pilgrimages, yep I said my my my my my my how time flies by Tumbleweed won’t you take me along for that ride? Tumbleweed don’t talk much about where he’s been Tumbleweed keeps on riding the western wind Who’s really working who’s really playing? ![]() Still searching for that Rocky Mountain high Got a hole in his shoe and a tear in his eye Man keeps circling like a hawk in the skyĪh whistling into Memphis sometime Friday Blowing through Kansas where there’s nowhere to hide
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