Teardrops Made Of Melted Crayon

by Eddy Dyer

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"Teardrops Made Of Melted Crayon"
Eddy Dyer and The Walking Shoe Revival

produced by Jeff Hall and Eddy Dyer
cover art by Che Arrajj

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released October 31, 2007

produced by Jeff Hall and Eddy Dyer
cover art by Che Arrajj

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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 Walking Shoe Revival - Til Again We Speak
Just as moonlit bodies came,
we shivered from the glow;
the talk soon turned to nightmares
and the times we were alone;
sundown crashed her hair.

Times like these, in more ways than one,
I can see the mist face rise;
there, before the mourning moon,
a glimpse of Hope's brown eyes
hangs high bright and fair.

Dark is all the phantom feeds,
Here and now, his price
So, dear friend, I wish you well
And fear that must suffice
Til again we speak.
Track Name: The Walking Shoe Revival - Lost Who
Is it not peculiar;
the laughing lilacs make my blue;
how no-name, random angels
fall so far apart and few?

Is it not a sad song
when the space band starts to play?
Wanna crack the whip of a new dawn
through the shadowy sighs
to where you shine through the pain

and if you see my lost who
won't you help him out of the rain?

Of you and those who love you,
who has learned to fall, who learns to freeze upon sight?
How hopesick sailors cry for
the way that lost dogs stare at the light.

And is mine not the same face;
have I fallen and frozen, an elaborate stain?
Just wanna make it out of the bad place
Through the shadowy sighs to where you shine through the pain

and if you see my lost who
won't you help him out of the rain?

If you see my lost who
won't you help him out of the rain?
Track Name: Soon Before The Dawn
Grandma Firefly,
do lead me on
see why stars die
soon before the dawn.

Rapists ruled the road to Rome
til lightning struck them down
homilies and hymns from home
sounded through the town

Sound and sight blasted through the fog
through breezes and beyond
So closed the book of Almighty Dog
soon before the dawn.
Track Name: The Walking Shoe Revival - Sang The Monkey To The Moon
Hard to say just where today the Watcher hides,
leaves without a trail or trace
or understand the hanging hand behind the pull you
feel
on
the way you color certain space.

Have you seen the streets, serene before the morning
drops
down
shards of glass and strands of light?
Take the time to read the sign that's written on the
west
wall;
still does hollow sing the night?

"Stars sigh
for the hope that's hiding,
cloaked in grey noon;
so why
does the light, inviting,
leave so soon?",
sang the Monkey to the Moon.

Firm or frail, the seraph sails through faery tales,
never a care for where or how.
Reason rides the narrow tides on shallow sides of
dark
dreams,
wondering where she wanders now

And I look upon these strands of dawn that fall down on my
wood
floor
and beg the shadow not to stay.
Bright to blue, the evening's hue comes into view and
drops
down;
soon the answers dance away.

"Stars sigh
for the hope that's hiding,
cloaked in grey noon;
so why does the light, inviting,
leave so soon?"
Sang the monkey to the Moon.

Sang the Monkey to the Moon.
Track Name: The Walking Shoe Revival - Sometimes When The Lights Are Low
Sometimes when the lights are low,
leaving only hearsay to mourn,
that's all it takes to lead me away;
all it takes to see me reborn.

Sometimes when old love letters lie,
shattered are the symptoms of growth;
that's all it takes to lead me to die
and bring the darkness down to us both.

Sometimes, when the shadows chill,
and make you out to be someone new;
then I can't beleive I'm writing this song
and I remember, it's not going out to you.

I remember it's not going out to you.
Track Name: The Walking Shoe Revival - Who's Stirring Now? (But For Me And The Alien)
Clockworks and harmonies hide
in the sidewalks and voices outside
we hear
the currents flow with short hellos.

The lights on her face start to fall
when you mention the matter at all
we hear
are hollow highs and long goodbyes.

And who's stirring now,
but for me and the alien
who scans the sky
for the lighthouse, shining?

Her song sails you far from the shore
calling you to ever more
and more
the wires hum with what's to come.

Half-tunes, mosaic, resound;
calling you to where the ground
is moving
in secret sights you find the light.

And who's stirring now
but for me and the alien
who scans the sky
for the lighthouse, shining?

And who's stirring now
but for me and the alien
who scans the sky
for the lighthouse, shining?
Track Name: The Walking Shoe Revival - My Small Story
Is there no one to hear my small story
about the green mile that led me to gray,
about the breakdowns and the blue light, abounding,
and the memories that won't go away

and the memories that won't go away?

Who sang a song, sweeter than fiction
as the sirens lay, blinded, aside?
Where faceless in grace stood the poor man,
awakened was the rage within the child

awakened was the rage in the child.

And the voices again make their case in the rain;
on the sidewalks, their secrets unfold
and the curtain falls free like all sad songs should be,
like the voice that won't let them grow cold

like the voice that won't let them grow cold.

That night in your car in late winter;
the last time I prayed understand;
the window you touched frosted over,
little ice rainbows fell from your hand

little ice rainbows fell from your hand.

You said "Wicked is the worrisome warrior",
and in patchwork abandon, you smiled...
In the vaguest of our plastic passions
the angel does rage in the child

the angel does rage in the child.

And the voices again make their case in the rain;
on the sidewalks, their secrets unfold
and the curtain falls free like all sad songs should be,
like the voice that won't let them grow cold

like the voice that won't let them grow cold.
Track Name: The Walking Shoe Revival - Do Lead Me On
Bone glow,
soul sight,
do lead me on.
Track Name: The Walking Shoe Revival - In The Hours...
In the hours before dawn
though the dark marches on
still the globe turns too slow

In the depths of her smile
there, the ghosts call the child
and he can't let them go.

In the hours before dawn
the lies that lingered are gone
but the stories are true

and the dancing dead flowers
mask the scent of the hours I wasted
waiting for you.
Track Name: The Walking Shoe Revival - I Looked Around And I Wondered
That night when you laid down beside me,
when that silent roar finally slowed into song,
I looked around and I wondered;
when it's all been said, have I listened too long?

Candlelight eyes in the doorway
lingered alone and, at last, looked away.
Heaven is crawling with hunters,
massed by the side of the road leading on toward the day.

And I could have stayed there forever
waiting for word when no message arrived;
statues of somebody's mother
caught my reflection just right when the shadows had lied.

And new, I wait hollow in dream land,
sad for this song but glad for the moon
and I look around and I wonder;
when it's all been said, have I spoken too soon?

I looked around and I wondered.
Track Name: The Walking Shoe Revival - Rhyme Of Now
Some remember smiling
some remember right
some forget the rhyme of now,
who'd much prefer to wait it out,
that incandescent night.

Some remember hiding
some remember wrong
some forget the rhyme of now
without a care to wonder how
and lose that certain song.

I remember Startia;
the way she threw the ring;
blown in wordless winds of war
and marking up the closing door
of the boy who ruled the king.

I remember running
I forget what from;
perhaps it was the rhyme of now
those nights I wasted measuring out
what was and what's to come.
Track Name: The Walking Shoe Revival - HumUn
You who say doomsday is nigh;
when will, for bloodless or worse, your estate wall
break open or, better yet, finally be let down?
Is dying on your knees in this fashionable bastion of apathy
considered good manners in these situations?

Where does the world end
and where does your story begin?
When the nightmares arrive, do you ever say 'No'?

Or are you biding your time with no reason or rhyme
til you find that you're human;
and if that were all, would you rather not know?

Would you rather not know?

You who say doomsday is nigh;
is the reckless romance really worth it at all?
Ain't this the same song you sang to the ancients?
You're human and you're free
and your rhythm and wisdom hold the magic key
and this breath is the same breath we've waited so long for.

Where does the world end
and where does your story begin?
When the nightmares arrive, do you ever say 'No'?

Or are you biding your time with no reason or rhyme
til you find that you're human;
and if that were all, would you rather not know?

Would you rather not know?
Track Name: The Walking Shoe Revival - Not There Anymore
Dancing deep in the glass house of the past
where I once was lost but now let go
I found you locked inside that self-made maze;
the crimson spots were falling
and the cracks began to grow.

By the ocean air and the frail moonlight,
there the dragon's tears built the castles' core
I found you locked inside that self-made maze
of hate and fates imagined
so I walked out and I closed the door.

And, y'know, I like to think I might not be there anymore.

I found you locked inside that self-made maze
of hate and fates imagined
so I walked out and I closed the door.

And, y'know, I like to think I might not be there anymore.
Track Name: The Walking Shoe Revival - Boy Dragon
Boy dragon, home
is where the land ladies purr
and where ever you go,
always look out for Her.

Sometimes the sky
sends falling faces and snow;
Boy dragon, why
is not for dragons to know.

Boy dragon, run
but not away from the sky
and whoever you find,
make sure the light hits your eye.

Sometimes a smile
can drain the dark lids away;
Boy dragon, love,
live and beleive in the day.

Live and beleive in the day.

Boy dragon, time
it falls away with the morn
and if ever you die
make sure some things are reborn;

Sometimes the sky
can leave us nowhere to go.
Boy dragon, grow.
Boy dragon, grow,

Live and beleive in the day.