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All songs written and produced by Fritz Gearhart.
©®2020 Fritz Gearhart
Track Listing:
Lay Down
The Ballad of Mr. Black
Behind the Fourth Wall
Waiting for the Elsewhere
To the Waterfall
Mod Robert:
Vocals, Background Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Keyboards (except piano on Behind the Fourth Wall), Background Violins and Violas on Waiting for the Elsewhere, pitch shifted voice on Behind the Fourth Wall, electronic percussion editing on To the Waterfall, and The Ballad of Mr. Black
Milo Fultz:
Bass
Don Latarski:
Electric Guitar
Leif Karlstom:
5 string violin
Jason Palmer:
Drums
Featuring: Toby Koenigsberg, piano on
Behind the Fourth Wall
Recorded mostly at Ebutass Studios, Oregon
between July 2019 and August 2020.
Mixing and Mastering: Jon Wyman
LYRICS:
Lay Down
(7/15/19)
She comes from the sea at night
In drops of salt, sand and moonlight
She floats in the breeze and in the mist
She comes for your heart and for your cowardice
Her words a song, her gaze the sun
Alive to you, but a ghost to everyone
In daylight upon the waves she sleeps
At night within your dreams she just weeps
In the morning she’s left without a trace
It’s just you and your coffee and your own disgrace
She’s back at sunset in her golden gown, and she says
Lay down
And there down by the old address
She stayed silent in the shadows more or less
Just patient for her opportunity
Come what may, accept her punchline gracefully
Chapters closed and business done
Her face betrayed no thought or clue for anyone
The air still before the storm
With nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no one to warn
In the bedroom there she floats above the waves
And ever careful what she kills and what she saves
But she’s always back at sunset in her golden gown, commanding
Lay down
And when the breathless moment came she would appear
Slim hands hold a head and heart and wipe away a tear
And ever careful what she kills and what she saves
At sunset with her arms full she steps back upon the waves
In her golden gown, whispering
Lay down
The Ballad of Mr. Black
(8/24/19 reworked from Let Go the Wheel ca. 1994)
He steps from the void and into your room
He draws the shades of this your self-selected womb
He places the gun on the table by the bed
And then he leans on in, to gently kiss your forehead
He packed his grey-black suit, his sword, and his charm for the trip
But he might not need it
He leaves you with your daydream, and the door open wide
He warns you of the danger and to not go outside
A shadow drifts along the table by the gun
Can you face the endless night, or do what must be done?
And face his long cold blade, and his best persuasive script
But he might not need it
He's back again impatient, alone beside your bed
He said "you have all the reasons, far behind and up ahead"
Standing tall, he raises the blade
Cold blue steel in your hand (the single shot) and Mr. Black betrayed
With a shrug he disappears, his card on the table it sits
Well, I might not need it
Behind the Fourth Wall
(started in Croatia March 2016, finished 4/17/20 in Eugene)
I woke up with my head pounding
Sipped my coffee and felt depressed
I looked out on an awesome beauty
And felt, well, quite unimpressed
Educating myself through YouTube
On the artist’s plight
As if I could figure out life’s Rubik’s Cube
And set my feelings right
You might say it sounds chaotic
Here behind the fourth wall
Some see it as exotic
But this I can tell you,
The fun never stops at all
But this is a blues after all
And not a happy tune
There’s no slide guitar drawl
Just a punchline from some dark cartoon
So I break the fourth wall
And my first rule in songwriting protocol
‘Cause I start the first line with “I"
And proceed the rhyme scheme to modify
You see there’s this committee in my head
They follow Robert’s Rules for One
I call the question but I’m misled
With no point of order, I’m overrun
Whenever I bring a motion to the floor
There always a lively discussion
There’s many a gifted orator
And always a repercussion
You might say it sounds chaotic
Here behind the fourth wall
Some see it as exotic
But this I can tell you,
The fun never stops at all
Waiting for the Elsewhere
(12/7/19)
Waiting for the day
When wounds a canyon wide, melt like snow in the rain
Waiting for the day
An Everest cleaved, when all grieving oceans drain
Waiting for the day
For the elsewhere and the answered prayer
Waiting on the rain
Drown in the sand and let the waves wear us free
Waiting on the rain
When arms surround the sadness that drives us to our knees
Waiting on the rain
Flood the dark, feed this desert heart
Looking for a way
To love the swords and ghosts right back to their graves
Looking for a way
To unfurl the fist and drop down the blade
Looking for a way
To the Waterfall
(3/20/20)
In the doorway
They stare
They switch your daydreams
With your nightmares
Like a thousand men
Who fight one war
Or just one ghost
With a thousand swords
Worlds dissolve
From lies so small
Runs the whispering stream
Right to the waterfall
Behind the sandy ridge
Against the flood
The coming tide
The greed, the blood
Just one word
Against the rest
Standing tall
While oceans crest
Refrain
Love’s breath weighs down
And yet we float somehow
Hours in hours, the dreams dissolve
Left with none, but now
Refrain