Love Is At The Heart Of This Thing, Right?

by Eddy Dyer

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produced by Eddy Dyer and James Lindenschmidt

recorded and mixed by James Lindenschmidt
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drums recorded by Bob Nash at Wonka Studios
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mastered by Scott Cragg at Old Colony Mastering
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Artwork by Che Arrajj
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released February 28, 2017

songs by Eddy Dyer
except "A Mad Girls Love Song"; poem by Sylvia Plath, music by Eddy Dyer
and "What She Said"; music by Eddy Dyer and Van Lawton

Charles Greenwood - drums
Zoe Knight - piano, backing vocals
Justin Spicer - electric guitars, baritone guitar
Seth Bailin - tenor sax
Kevin Webb - trombone
Kyle Lambert - trumpet
Yahuba "El Pollo" Garcia Torres - percussion
The Greater Lowell Boys And Girl's Club Chorus - backing vocals
Eddy Dyer - vocals, bass guitar, electric and acoustic guitars, melodica, synthesizers, theremin, keys

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Eddy Dyer Lowell, Massachusetts

"This is amazing music" - Kramer (Shimmy Disc)

Lowell, Massachusetts songsmith Eddy Dyer has just released “Love Is At The Heart Of This Thing, Right?”, which stands to confirm Dyer’s reputation as an edgy, unpredictable artist, skating effortlessly between genre and sub-genre as the song at hand necessitates.

Dyer is also half of The Droimlins, Celtic Gypsy Punk
www.thedroimlins.bandcamp.com
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Track Name: The Last War
United we stand, willing victims of the last war;
weighing one side of the scale
going through the motions with a well-greased back door,
putting up the temple for sale.

United we stand against the lonely voice of reason;
"My iron gates for right or for wrong";
stirring up emotion 'til the truth becomes treason;
one billion served, stupid and strong.

Hey motherfuckers.
Hey!

United we stand inside a shit storm of corruption
dumbing down and living the dream.
When God comes down like a commercial interruption,
She's gonna shake you by the shoulders and scream,

"Hey motherfuckers!
Hey!"
Track Name: Heart Of Your Rage
After our fight, I let the cedar wolf lead me deep inside
into the angry flesh of a tulip, partially capsized.
When we washed the blood from our faces at the heart of it all
we could see the bottomless well behind the cracks in the wall;

It said,
"Illuminate the love that resides within the heart of your rage
Illuminate the love that is hiding in the heart of your rage
because later or soon, there'll be
none but the moon left to blame
so cast off what's been burned in the fire,
keep what's been forged in the flame.

Liberate the love that resides within the heart of your rage
Liberate the love that is hiding in the heart of your rage
because in sin or in grace, there's but one face
that carries your name
so cast off what's been burned in the fire,
keep what's been forged in the flames

Watch the stars, they're moving

Celebrate the love that resides within the heart of your rage
celebrate the love that is hiding in the heart of your rage
because in sin or in grace, there's but one face
whose ways you can change
so cast off what's been burned in the fire,
keep what's been forged in the flames

and love.
Track Name: Nine Pound Bag
I've been sipping on the gas tank/bloodbath/use your imagination
Burning down sideways down the wrong end of the light

And when the blue lights flash behind me,
spit my fear into the beer-view mirror
'cuz they're ain't no way I'm going back to Hitsville, U.S.A. tonight

and I'll leave you in a ditch at daybreak,
sucking moonshine from an oil rag
'cuz I'm the baddest of the bunch and I'll
have your face for lunch
'cuz baby, I'm ten pounds of wrong in a nine pound bag
and I'll electrocute you with white lightning,
leave you dancing with the devil in drag
'cuz I'm the baddest of the bunch and I'll
have your face for lunch
'cuz baby I'm ten pounds of wrong in a nine pound bag.

Screaming like a demon over wheels of flame
place the blame and that's it, game over;
I didn't burn this far just to take some bitch bust for you

And when the red lights flash before and
kindness eludes my imagination
baby, there's no way I'm going out under your
steel toe shoe

and I'll leave you in a ditch at daybreak,
sucking moonshine from an oil rag
'cuz I'm the baddest of the bunch and I'll
have your face for lunch
'cuz baby, I'm ten pounds of wrong in a nine pound bag
and I'll electrocute you with white lightning,
leave you dancing with the devil in drag
'cuz I'm the baddest of the bunch and I'll
have your face for lunch
'cuz baby I'm ten pounds of wrong in a nine pound bag.
Track Name: Inside The Forest
The tree that falls inside the forest;
Soon the sound is creeping 'round from nowhere;
Is her secret cave a place that you know?
Is her secret sound a sound at all?

Is her secret sound a sound at all?

The tree that falls inside the forest;
circling 'round are faceless, floating eyes;
if that's so then silence can't be golden;
if that's true, then whispering can't be wise.

If that's true, then whispering can't be wise.

The tree that falls inside the forest;
Soon the sound is reaching 'round from nowhere;
In this place of solitude and magic
spinning toward these motions, deep and wide.

Spinning toward these motions, deep and wide

Inside the forest.
Track Name: Love Is At The Heart Of This Thing, Right?
Could be I'm crazy for confessing;
sometimes I wonder if this whole mess even offers a lesson.
But I prefer to believe
in something
that'll likely always keep me guessing.

Could be I'm crazy for saying,
one way or another, there's power in praying
And I prefer to believe
that someone is listening;
even if it's some broke-off piece of my own reflection

and love, love, love is at the heart of this thing
Love, love, love is at the heart of this thing
and when the dark descends
and the sweet songs hollow ring;
love, love, love is at the heart of this thing
love is at the heart of this thing
love is at the heart of this thing
love is at the heart of this thing.

I lay my whispering light before the roar of the ocean;
my late crescendo leaps up boldly;
and I prefer to believe that it will carry me
safely back home like my mother told me.

And it could be I'm crazyfor loving
someone or something I can't put my hands on;
but I prefer to believe...
I prefer to believe.

Love, love, love is at the heart of this thing
Love, love, love is at the heart of this thing
and when the dark descends
and the sweet songs hollow ring;
love, love, love is at the heart of this thing
love is at the heart of this thing
love is at the heart of this thing
love is at the heart of this thing.
Track Name: Punchinello At Stage Right
I remember the faded look of mischief on that
face from ages ago;
Punchinello at stage right, barely breathing from the
sheer force of his blows

and on the left side the preachers, the children,
the devil and of course, Judy there;
their accusations grew loud in incantations
however hard he swatted the air.

And then the blink of an instant and you're running and
click, bang! It falls away
You drop your weapon, you let go the devil
and you lay down at the end of the day;
you lay down at the end of the day.

From far away, I can say it doesn't matter if we
didn't always walk toward the light;
they never saw us for who we are, the forest
and the fire changed our shapes in the night.

I mean, it's not like I've never seen a sight to make me
shake the shadow of doubt;
like Punchinello, my pages start to yellow and my secrets
they may never come out...

And then the blink of an instant and you're running and
click, bang! It falls away
You drop your weapon, you let go the devil
and you lay down at the end of the day;
you lay down at the end of the day.
Track Name: What She Said
That's when I saw her reaching for her medicine
that's when I knew she wasn't letting me in;
still I stirred up the fortitude to finally say;
"Can I get you to heaven on my first day?"

"Fuck you, we're having a good time",
that's what she said;
"So go back to the end of the line
and remember where you put down your head..."

While I was drunker than a baby on religion,
I like to think I show grace when faced with X-ray vision;
but when she sees through the hate, I get so sentimental;
I get the gumption to say, "Nothing is accidental."

"Fuck you, we're having a good time",
that's what she said;
"So go back to the scene of the crime
and remember where you put down your head..."

I hope somebody out there will answer my call
but for your vacant stare, I got no proof at all.
But when she gets up to dance, it doesn't matter so;
cuz, what if we're in heaven and we don't know?

"Fuck you, we're having a good time",
that's what she said;
"So go back to the end of the line
and remember where you put down your head..."

"Fuck you, we're having a good time";
that's what she said...
Track Name: Signal
I'm in love with the wind in the tunnels
Maybe that's why I spend so much time there
still I wait for the silence to surrender a sign
and I wait for your signal there.

The dust of dragons and vultures surrounds me
still they can't hold a candle to my cool (:Dl)
when I send a shiver down your scaley spine
you'll be reminded that life can be cruel.

Tonight I drove to the place I last saw you
and I waited for some distant bell to ring
then there you were on the other side of the dance floor
doing your own bad thing.

I'm in love with the wind in the tunnels
so I stay in the central air;
still I wait for the silence to surrender a sign
and I wait for your signal there.

Sat at the roof that you drove your car off of
before you floated away on some thought balloon;
when my rhythm is one-way, tangled, sick, narrow lines
I'm disinclined to remember the tune.

In every face in the crowd I'm looking for you
but every trace has dissolved and fallen from me now
then there you are on the other side of the dance floor
bleeding some sacred cow.

I'm in love with the wind in the tunnels
so I stay in the central air
still I wait for the silence to surrender a sign
and I wait for your signal there;

I'm in love with extremes of emotion;
maybe that's why I spend so much time there
still I wait for the silence to surrender a sign
and I wait for your signal there.

And I wait for your signal there.
Track Name: Up And Down Your Radio
I know why the old men say
they can't stand rock and roll"
masses melt the meaning away
up and down your radio.

I know why Syd Barrett said,
"I'm never fucking doing this again";
they walk you through the media motions
'til you just can't taste your tears for the rain.

I don't want to buy my way
into the history of rock and roll;
the masses milk the media cash cow
up and down your radio.
Track Name: In Circles
If blades of grass can grow through concrete
and if water can shape stone;
maybe then it's fair to say,
that these stains are not here to stay
and these days are not our own.

Now, some may say that space is empty;
me, I like to think there might be something more;
calling out in the wind and rain,
"If you believe, get on the train
and leave your bad things at the door;
leave your car crash by the door".

So the story goes, in circles;
so the cookie crumbles, just like ancient Rome;
You and I walk hand in hand,
watch the empire turn to sand,
write our names and head for home.

You and I walk hand in hand
watch the empire turn to sand,
write our names and head for home.

If sunflowers thrive on radiation
and love lights the stars at night;
maybe then it's fair to trust
that we'll all return to dust
and through the dark glass, we'll glow bright.

Through the dark glass, we'll glow bright.

So the story goes, in circles;
so the cookie crumbles, just like ancient Rome;
You and I walk hand in hand,
watch the empire turn to sand,
write our names and head for home.
Track Name: Where The Road May Take You (for Kaedyn)
Where the road may take you,
I hope it leads you wise
and to meet your footsteps
may it always rise
and never may you lose that trace of the
cosmos in your eyes.

And if you would be truthful,
be kind with what you say
and when you're in bad places,
I hope laughter lights your way
and never may you lose sight of the
beauty of these days.

And if you would know mercy
I hope it takes you far;
may all your hurts be helpful
even when they leave a scar
and never may you lose the things that
make you who you are.

And where the road may take you,
always keep a sacred space;
I hope you always bounce back
even when you fall from grace
and never may you lose that trace of
Joy upon your face.

And where the road may take you
I hope it leads you wise
and to meet your footsteps
may it always rise
and never may you lose that trace of the
cosmos in your eyes.