Far Be It From Me

by Eddy Dyer

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Have you ever been a stranger in the home of your heartland 'til the strain overwhelms and the black curtains fall and the sound of eyes searching for the vision, forgotten, rings remote through the wasteland like Love's lonely call? Have you slipped through the back door while noone was watching just to sleep through the sunrise with the wind on your face and the sight that does greet you when you wake in the whirlwind makes it all worth the gamble of falling from grace? Well, I've sat on the sidelines when I should have been running and I've jumped in the middle of battles and roads but I always went swimming when the water was rising and I never thought that I was the worse from the cold and I always went swimming when the water was rising and I never thought that I was the worse from the cold. As I look through these letters unsent to tomorrow, written in haste when the wasteland was green, I light every corner that curls towards the center and floats away, fading with all things obscene. So I'll sidestep the blood until all is forgiven Just to get 'cross the river and find my way home and blow out the candles but leave a dim light on those pictures of family and prayers carved in stone. Well, I've sat on the sidelines when I should have been running and I've jumped in the middle of battles and roads but I always went swimming when the water was rising and I never thought that I was the worse from the cold and I always went swimming when the water was rising and I never thought that I was the worse from the cold.
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(father) - "We didn't know it would be our erasure We had him stoned, the last child of all nations." (son) "From that broken bodies beaten head grew the tree of the masses, memory's raging theatre of the dead, sandpiles and churches..." "You who stand firm, a still noise awaits you Soon you'll hear the words whose voices escape you." "From the painted palm of Anu's hand the last pearls of wisdom slipped through fingers toward the raging sea, falling in rhythm..." "Now must you go to see your own making finally I've heard the last silence breaking" "I remember, Father, where you were when twilight was glistening; When the waves remember what you heard, I'll be here listening..."
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Ayne says, "I might be out of it, but of one thing I'm certain; these days you can't escape, they are the wind before the water, not wishes on the stone stars." Ayne says, "Well they might have forgotten Me, I'll just find a new name; these days you can't relate but I know, soon you'll be home in no time. Soon you'll be home in no time. You'd think you'd know by know, we this day would pass and here I'd lay beside you in the grass... You'd think you'd know by now, I'd be wearing white when I've come to know you in the night." Ayne says, "you really know how to pull upon that weighted curtain; all the same, I think I'll remain here where there's no seperation so go about your diversions." Ayne says, "The sound of the hunters soon will shake down the west wall; these days you can't escape but I'll be singing over the crow's call. Singing over the crow's call... You'd think you'd know by know, we this day would pass and here I'd lay beside you in the grass... You'd think you'd know by now, I'd be wearing white when I've come to know you in the night."
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Green and Grey had a question so they sent the crow to scale the castle walls So I wait for an answer By a window in the rain Watching water grow. Stone staircase crept around us wrapping 'round the dark, watchful ghosts above So I sang for the old man, "Blessed are the dead". Music room was round. Bent grass blades change the questions, throw askew the cards just when you get'em to stand So I wait for the answers by a window in the rain and they fly into the fog. Bye.
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Deer Park in early Fall safe for the rain stones laid in Faery ring forming a chain... Sun creeps in anyway grey spiders flee; you, cloaked in moody sky stare into me. From daylight's child king passage we seek; blades bent on sleeping sky suddenly speak; "Remembered roses like words fall alone, will forth their echo, so fleeting a drone..." Deer Park in early Fall, safe for the rain blades bent on sleeping sky, forming a chain.
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Night's winding down, now the house lights are on and you fold up the chairs as I wrap this last one; At this time of night everything starts to blur. Far be it from me to lock out the world. When the neon drips down to freeze, back in the night; that's where I'll make my last plea and then I'll crawl, quiet, back out of sight 'Cuz when they say, "Hit the road", you know you best be moving on; no outside's too cold when inside, you're all gone and you can't talk to strangers without your life told; far be it from me to lock out the world Far be it from me to lock out the world. So we pack up our roots for the long drive back to dawn and I know, I know, you don't have to say it, everybody's got their sob story, everybody's got their sad sad song... It's just, this time of night, everything starts to blur and, like that slug on the razor, all your movements are, well, pure... Far be it from me to lock out the world. you can't talk to strangers without your life told; far be it from me to lock out the world. Far be it from me to lock out the world. Far be it from me to lock out the world. Far be it from me.

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Eddy Dyer
Far Be It From Me

produced by Eddy Dyer and James Lindenschmidt
www.craftedrecordings.com

recorded at Halo Studios, Windham ME
mixed and mastered by James Lindenschmidt

cover photo by Che Arrajj
www.facebook.com/CheArrajj

Eddy Dyer - guitar, vocals
Edward Newton - tin whistles

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released February 18, 2018

songs by Eddy Dyer
except
"Dark And Smoky Room" (Van Lawton)
"Untitled" (Laurence Andrew Tolhurst, Simon Gallup, Boris Williams, Roger O'Donnell, Robert James Smith, Porl Thomson)
"You Said Something" (Polly Jean Harvey)

Eddy Dyer
Far Be It From Me

produced by Eddy Dyer and James Lindenschmidt
www.craftedrecordings.com

recorded at Halo Studios, Windham ME
mixed and mastered by James Lindenschmidt

cover photo by Che Arrajj
www.facebook.com/CheArrajj

Eddy Dyer - guitar, vocals
Edward Newton - tin whistles
Michelle Sequeira - shaker on "Quin Friary"

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The old saying about New England weather is, if you don't like it, stick around because it will change. This is true of Lowell, Massachusetts songsmith Eddy Dyer's music. "Further From The Shore" reflects a body of work as prolific, unpredictable, and eccentric as Bowie, Beck or The Beatles.
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