Your Gracious Host
T Curless

Story

Started (and ended) as a meditation on the meaning of life, and how do we get the answers to the tough stuff? I never came to a conclusion but it helped to write this song. John Ross helped me to achieve those angelic sounding vocal beds on the chorus, all the way from Chicago!

Lyrics

What is the secret to life?

What is profane versus sacred?

Some of the answers tonight

And some come tomorrow

 What is the secret to life?

Intelligence versus the instinct

Kindness no longer provides

So bring on the anger…

 An Episode in Contrast

A darker shade of grey

Incidiary ego tripping out

I just don’t think my mind can make me stay

 What is the secret to life?

Cause starting all over is hopeless

Might as well settle for less and tear all the walls down

 What is the secret to life?

Storms are all raging around me

The heart can always turn around and catch all the lightning

 An Episode in Contrast

A darker shade of grey

Incidiary ego tripping out

I just don’t think my mind can make me stay

Your Gracious Host
T Curless

Story

The song from which the LP got its title. I really like the outro on this one, it still makes me smile, which is always a good sign, chorus is a good one too, although it was meant to be a lot rowdier when I wrote it.

Lyrics

Sleepers awaken from your endless slumber

Feel the clock is ticking as you hear the thunder

 A younger me on a broken string

My only graces a fading smoke ring

 Surrender Me!

 The moon is crimson as I fight opinion

my only terror the angel minions

 Defenses are down but always ready

In case someone blinks we hold it steady

 Surrender me!

Your Gracious Host
T Curless

Story

Facing all my pathetic self doubt and utter proclamations of glory only to put them all off until tomorrow, then "10 years get behind you" as Roger Waters once said.  Well, I guess to know thyself....

Lyrics

 I want to be the king today

I want a diamond ring today

I want a song to sing today

I have a million things to say

 But now is not the day to spread my wings

the time is not right

Now is not the time for foolish things,

to say good night and start again

 

I want a write a book this year

And I want to fly abroad this year

I want to make a film this year

I want to quit this scene this year

 But now is not the day to spread my wings

the time is not right

Now is not the time for foolish things,

to say good night and start again