Eric Biletzky
Thomas Kinner
Brian Magnuson
Don Milyanovich
Produced and Engineered by Biletzky and Magnuson
Recorded January-April 1999 at Wedgewood Studio, Sycamore, IL,
December 1999-February 2000 at Sub-Floor Studio, Malta, IL,
and February-March 2000 at Silent Noise Sound, Shabbona, IL
except * recorded September 1998 at Hidden Pond Circle, Aurora, IL
Mixed March-July 2000 at Silent Noise Sound, Shabbona, IL
Mixed by Midwest Flood
"Wanderin' around with a peace of mind"
So many tracks. Production piece. Missing the melancholy
'old man' synth. Too much progressive rock growing up.
I'm tired of sleep and I'm
restless
In my awakening I feel a
presence
Shifts in shape and is basking
in the glow
Of the unconscious moon
above
And I will climb the mountains
And I will chase the haunting phantoms
Aware of the unknown in which we circle
Wanderin' around with a peace of mind...
I will build my castle when I find the time And the stars will bring another day to practice Someday I will cross a bridge unto a palace Around again to find the time...
In my desert kingdom I find
treasure
Buried in ancient smiles
I remember
Prophecies and mantra and
it's falling with the sands
Found within a stranger's
hand
And I will find the essence
And I will greet its ghostly presence
Aware of the unknown in which we circle
Wanderin' around with a peace of mind...
I will build my castle when I find the time And the stars will bring another day to practice Someday I will cross a bridge unto a palace Around again to find the time...
Wanderin' around with a peace of mind
Around again to find the time...
Wanderin' around with a peace of mind
Around again to find the time...
Biletzky: electric guitars,
synths and vocals
Kinner: bass
Magnuson: lead vocal, drums
and acoustic guitar
Milyanovich: guitar solo
and vocals
"Pacific prose Atlantic spit"
Groovy acoustic base. Emergence of the envelope filter.
'Permanent waves' and pick slide. The 'note'.
Rising within from the bottom
A volcanic hurricane scene
Souls from an island Atlantis
Bones swim in a dance on
the sea
Harmonies stormin' the shoreline
While movies on the windows
wipe rain
Clever the lava companion
Switch weather whispers
remain
Crashing ocean avalanche castles
Lunar surf buried in tidals of waves
It keeps on fallin' Fallin' in the shadows of rain Keeps on fallin' The sky is fallin' with the tsunami rain
Floods in your life like
an ocean
Curves of a lake focus shape
Tectonic scratches are made
in the earth
A typhoon-eclipse shadow
wake
Sudden the vacuous coast
Water dancing prophetic
tides
Tsunami flash flood alert
Switch weather warm whispers
lie
Crashing ocean avalanche castles
Lunar surf buried in tidals of waves
It keeps on fallin' Fallin' in the shadows of rain Keeps on fallin' The sky is fallin' with the tsunami rain
Riding those rollin' waves to nowhere
Tycho-typhoon built
Whispering wind is riding weather
Pacific-prose Atlantic spit...
Biletzky: lead vocals, electric
guitars and solo
Kinner: bass
Magnuson: drums, acoustic
& electric guitar and vocals
Milyanovich: vocals
"Frozen on the icy mirror in a fossil moment"
Secret wah sounds. Snappy snare and Tom bombs.
Dig that wall of Don. Metal Pedal has been sold. Goodbye.
The sheltered storm aground
A reason to watch the season
It drains down in the flood
Spiraling against all reason
Paperboy in the rain
Words bleed in and out of
the water
Flows out to the sea
Settles down upon the bottom
Forged in the snow and the wind Can't figure out which or when Lost in the days searching the weather Only finding what I discover
Hurricane window pane
Reflections cast out through
the shutters
Of fish-eye-lens ports on
doors
Trembling ripples on the
water
Frozen on the icy mirror
In a fossil moment
Gallery of an ice cube's
fear
Of melting into something
The winter air it is so bitter The snow gives pause to reconsider Chills the bone to hear its voice Wondering when it made that choice
Chariot rainbow through the rain
Mists winter color on spring summer days
Carriage clouds drawn in the reigns
Storms the oceans
Sun rises, sun sets anyways...
Biletzky: electric guitar
and vocals
Kinner: bass
Magnuson: drums, acoustic
guitar and vocals
Milyanovich: lead vocal,
electric guitar and solo
"I could very well be the clock man but I don't tell any time"
Tune from years ago. Resurrected. 6/8 time. Spooky mellow.
I'd inspire within a wise
man
But I don't have the mind
I'd inspire within a wise
man
But I don't have the mind
Well the hangman's comin' down that mountain You know he's comin' my way tonight
Once I met the bright man
But he didn't shine any
light
Once I met the bright man
But he didn't shine any
light
You know the hangman's comin' down that mountain He may already be here tonight
Well once I saw the joke
man
But I didn't laugh at his
rhymes
Well once I saw the joke
man
But I didn't laugh at his
rhymes
I asked him when the hangman's comin' He said to tell would not be right So I followed him down that dark path You know I followed him throughout the night
I could very well be the
clock man
But I don't tell any time
I could very well be the
clock man
But I sure don't tell any
time
Well the hangman's on my trail now So today I'll play the game with time 'Cause I don't know about tomorrow I've got to leave the past behind
Kinner: bass and classical
guitar solo
Magnuson: lead vocal, drums
and electric guitars
Milyanovich: electric guitar
and solo
"The road don't know where I've been but it knows the shape I'm in"
Revved-motor slide. Leather pants video. Good road tripper.
Possible lawsuit. The Wind never found the time.
It seems to me the road don't
know
North from south, rain from
the snow
The road don't know where
I've been
But it knows the shape I'm
in
The road don't keep me up
at night
And the miles I've passed
don't make things right
I'm screamin' through the
Delta on a mission unknown
Asking all the questions
a whiskey bottle don't know
The road travels in distance The road is out of miles Everyone's burning the oil around midnight
I can't recall if I left
or when I arrived
The road has a way of healing
the deaf and the blind
You can't argue with what's
real or pretend it isn't so
'Cause the road knows who's
coming and whose got to go
The road travels in distance The road is out of miles Everyone's burning the oil around midnight
It seems to me the road don't
know
North from south, rain from
the snow
The road don't know where
I've been
But it knows the shape I'm
in
Drivin' those wheels home
I'm drivin' my wheels home
Biletzky: lead vocals and
electric & slide guitar
Kinner: bass
Magnuson: drums, acoustic
guitar and vocals
"Back to North Grove Road"
Once completed, why not redo all the tracks? Mapped-out mayhem.
Triplets. Good hammock song. For Gunnar.
Biletzky: synths
Kinner: bass
Magnuson: drums and acoustic
& classical guitar
Milyanovich: acoustic guitar
and solos
Cold Consciousness music by Magnuson lyrics by Magnuson and Dale Mitchell
"And as I sleep I dream of sweet pure rain"
Old man of the bunch, circa 1989. Atmospheres Suite.
Best outro. Erased recordings. Play it again, Tom.
As I walk I feel the cool,
brisk breeze
I see the spirits and I
feel their needs
They feel so cold and empty that their lives are ice cold dreams Their emptiness excused by false realities
Time and time again the winds
blow cold at night
I hear them whisper endlessly
and I feel their fight
They feel they are rejected for their insecurities
Their anger is projected from cold mentalities
And as I sleep I dream of
sweet, pure rain
It begins to fall and I
feel my pain
The world is cold and empty and its souls are masked by fame But you've got to start a fire with just one single flame
As I walked I felt the cool,
brisk breeze
I dreamed I was a spirit
and I felt their needs
I felt so cold and empty cause my life was an ice cold dream My emptiness excused by harsh reality
Biletzky: piano synth
and vocals Kinner: bass and vocals Magnuson: drums, 12-string
acoustic & electric guitar and vocals Milyanovich: lead vocals,
electric guitar and solo
Time Zone* music by Biletzky, Kinner, Magnuson and Milyanovich
Find the time, indeed. Thank you for making it this far. Roll end credits.
Again, the two mics. Space cowboys. The bass amp is flatulent.
Biletzky: drums
Kinner: bass
Magnuson: electric guitar
Milyanovich: electric guitar
and solos