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Precipice Moon

by Ewing

The mood for these rough dirges come from the darkened landscape of our time, that uneasy feeling with the now and just ahead. For those who sense the ominous threat of a world on edge, know that you're not alone.
Genre: Rock: American Underground
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1. Long, Long Train of Abuses
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2. Late Last Night
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3. Last American Statesman
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4. Elizabeth
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5. The Crow
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6. Something Is Coming
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
Salutations to Steve and Terry for this six-pack of strong, dark tunes; a most unlikely production. Thanks to Terry for the warmth, the friendship, and the ultimate music setting; the Bones & Knives Studio. And deepest of gratitude to Steve, for the friendship and inspiration, for the wine and the smokes…

Thanks to Dr. Hartung for shining a light into the military-industrial complex.

Recorded by Terry Carleton at Bones & Knives Studio
Produced by Terry Carleton & Steve Dore
Cover photographs by Fredrik Broms ©
Mastering by Vinson Hudson
© 2012 Songs by D.S. Ewing Ellis

Lyrics:

≈ Long, Long Train of Abuses ≈

Twentieth century whiskey and rye
Dragon painted stoneware cup
Out the window, it’s all a blur
Far too late to sober up
Sways from side to side to side
Rolling down a one track mind
Recollect a more peaceful ride
As the wheel and the rail grind
Yes, this thing was built to last
By people with heart and soul
But the engineers are crazy now
Shoveling that god damned coal
Shoveling that god damned coal
Gauges are busted, pipes are red-hot
With weapons, dollars, and fuel
Folks didn’t think it could get this bad
Or dream that it could be this cruel
Thank you for visiting, Independence
The sign said ‘please come back’
Habeas Corpus - bound and tied
Stretched out across the track
Burning like hell in the fire box
Out of control, and out of excuses
It rolls and rolls and rolls and rolls
Long, long train of abuses
Long, long train of abuses
Yes, this thing was built to last
By people with heart and soul
But the engineers have all gone mad
Shoveling that god damned coal
Burning like hell in the fire box
Out of control, and out of excuses
It rolls and rolls and rolls and rolls
Long, long train of abuses
Long train of abuses
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≈ Late Last Night ≈

Great to see you, late last night
You know, you still look good
But then, you haven’t aged at all
So naturally you would
This world has changed, in a thousand ways
It’s too much to believe
Wish that you could feel it
And that you didn’t have to leave
I guess you reached the end of the road
When you reached the end of your rope
I guess that life ain’t worth the living
When you have no reasons for hope
Great to see you, late last night
These calls they are so rare
Did you lose your way, back home
Did you forget the ones who care
This world is windswept - thunder & fire
Like some tempest you left behind
Wishing you were here, my friend
But you’re another place in time
I guess you reached the end of the road
When you reached the end of your rope
I guess that life ain’t worth the living
When you just can’t get beyond hope
Great to see you, late last night
But there’s a tale left untold
I guess it’s just lost, forever
In the dust at the end of the road
Great to see you, late last night
late last night
● ● ● ● ● ●


≈ The Last American Statesman ≈

Don’t need rose-colored glasses
With a brand new wide-screen TV
Coup d'etat now in syndication
Coup de grâce for a pole marquee
Congressional shadows, marionette
Executives out of control
Silverware stolen, now its war eternal
And a gallon of gas for your soul
Liars, lawyers, psychos and thieves
Zombies just dance to the spin
Crowd is chanting, ‘Barabas, Barabas’
Oh, not that again
No hard feelings, jump if you can
From the Undead Railroad Line
Every moment gets more expensive
As you’re running out of time
Twilight approaches the empire’s edge
Darkness and liberty lost
Quick, say a prayer, light up a candle
Bow to the Rubicon crossed
Parchment empowered, the many make one
Echoes that Latin refrain
Pray for the last American statesman
And all on board this hell-bound train
Pray for the last American statesman
Pray for this hell-bound train
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≈ Elizabeth ≈

The wind came up and the clouds rolled in, like the sun had left the sky
People came from miles around, just to say good bye
It was quite a sight to see, all the friends you left behind
And Amber gave you paper hearts to stay right by your side
But there were too many flowers, too many tears
Way too much sorrow
There’s this picture of us hugging, when we were just four or five
Embracing sacred souvenirs, holding you in my mind
I remember laughter and the things you used to say
And I can see your smiling face like it was yesterday
These memories they haunt me now as echoes from the past
While some grow ever fainter, like fading photographs
And there were too many flowers, too many tears
Way too much sorrow, I wish you were here – because
None of us were ready, when the ending came,
Popcorn & Coke and Christmas Eve, will never be the same
I remember laughter; I remember laughter, yesterday and you
Elisabeth, good bye
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≈ The Crow ≈

A cold hard stare, unseen, but its there; out of reach and just out of sight
Watching me from the shadows, veiled by the cover of night
Run and hide and run again; no one saw, so no one could know
No one could know everything I’ve done, no one could know but the crow
It flanks my every move - everywhere I go
Same dark ghost each day and night, something I just know
It don’t forgive, and it don’t forget, and it won’t let me be
Everywhere I turn it’s there, the crow is haunting me
I don’t know when it all began, lost in a red and blue haze
All I can feel is the sting and the burn, of its icy emotionless gaze
It perches upon every building; ivory towers and poles
Possessing the world with an all-seeing-eye, but it ain’t got no soul
It flanks my every move - everywhere I go
Same dark ghost each day and night, something I just know
It don’t forgive, and it don’t forget, and it won’t let me be
Everywhere I turn it’s there, the crow is haunting me
A cold hard stare, unseen, but its there; out of reach and just out of sight
Watching me from the shadows, veiled in the broad daylight
Run and hide and run again; no one saw, so no one could know
No one could know – everything; no one could know, but the crow
No one could know but the crow
No one could know but the crow
The crow is haunting me
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≈ Something is Coming ≈

It looks like lightning flashing over the hill
But there’s stars in the sky, and I can see them still
A crack, a rumble, a little bit faint; sounds like thunder, but I know it ain’t

Scarecrows burning, tin-man rusting, little people asking why
Tin-man he can’t help much now, monkey wings fill the sky
Tin-man, broken heart, pumping crude; the lion was shot in the head
Liberty lost her silver slippers, and soon she could be dead
Emerald City was a bad, bad dream, pave the streets with gold
Maybe we just missed the point; we could’ve taken the red brick road

Something is coming, something is coming, something is coming, I fear.

Cold hard cash, bought the farm, now its guns and butter - war
The pyramid’s eye, opens on time in Nineteen Eighty-four
Reserve notes die, derivatives fly, the Greenspan-put was a ruse
Sending loaded arms to idle hands with nothing left to lose
Smoke 'em if you got 'em at the crude contango, after the final feast
But don’t cry wolf at a precipice moon, while dancing with the beast

Something is coming, something is coming, something is coming, I fear.

Left-right-left, divided we stand, banksters loathe the common man
In a complex industrial-militant zone; stands a ticking, self-licking ice cream cone
Mini-nuke-lexus and the olive tree, broken arrows to sell
Godzilla lays a thousand eggs, angles escape from hell
Is this the eleventh-hour, soon to be last-call?
Belly-up for one more gallon - and weapons for all

Something is coming, something is coming, something is coming, I fear.
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Noctiluca Music Fan

Brilliant tunes AND lyrics!
I can whole-heartedly recommend this album to anyone who like to listen to lyrics that actually mean something AND AT THE SAME TIME listen to some absolutely wonderful dark tunes! This guy has understood how fragile our planet and our lives are, but listening doesn't make you depressed, it makes you hopeful, and also a bit annoyed that there's no second album to buy...
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