Love Is At The Heart Of This Thing, Right?

by Eddy Dyer

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03:14
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!"
2.
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.
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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.
5.
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.
6.
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.
7.
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.
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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...
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03:42
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.
10.
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.
11.
05:06
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.
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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.

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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

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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