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#1: All In the Blood Video: All In the Blood Some Shakespeare references and a declaration that the Dionysian is more powerful than the Appolinian. |
Sometimes you don't know where you're going Sometimes you don't know where you've been At times the boat just ain't worth rowing Sometimes you can't even get in It's all in the blood And it's not in the head It may never be understood Until you are dead Jack Legge, he don't sing the reasons Jack Legge, he don't see the light Back off, he don't care if he's pleasing you Come back, he wants to make it right Brown Eyes, she is filled with laughter Brown Eyes, she's a solid wall No one knows what she is after No one seems to care at all Sometimes, we don't know what we're saying Most times, we don't say a thing At times there ain't no use in praying The blood is the conscience of the king It's all in the blood And it's all in the drive It may never be understood But it's good to be alive © 2011 Chuck Puckett |
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#2: Autumn Hurricane Video: Autumn Hurricane Unabashedly about God. Probably not everybody's God, though. And why is there so much mystery in existence? |
There’s a god who turns me round like an autumn hurricane He’ll toss me to the ground then he’ll pick me up again He talks inside my mind when nobody else can hear He’s a hard one to define, he’s an easy one to fear Wonder what it means when there’s no else around To dream the same dreams and walk across the same ground You know I once believed that I understood the wind The rustling of the leaves was no mystery to me then I’m not gonna think about it no more I’m not gonna think about it no more I’m not gonna think about it no more I’m not gonna think about it no more He leaves me in distress, then he’ll wipe away my woe I never get to guess but I always need to know He makes me want to live, though sometimes I don’t know why He takes what I can give even when I give a lie Everybody leaves, every lover, every friend Whoever we deceive doesn’t matter in the end No one can believe that he made the world this way He’s a hard one to conceive, what more is there to say? Lord, please don’t drive me crazy Like you’ve done most every time before It all seems clear, then it all goes hazy And I can’t see what I was searching for Why must everything be a question? Why not have the facts carved in stone? I’m tired of riddles wrapped inside deception And the worst thing is we face them all alone I keep looking for a sign and I see one now and then It’s clear inside my mind, then it fades away again The truth may be a lie that cannot stand the strain That’s held inside the eye of an autumn hurricane © 2010 Chuck Puckett |
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Video:
Feel Of the Wheel
The title is based on that the fact that an earlier version of thissong felt like it was akin to Jerry Garcia's "The Wheel". It is not. It's a driving song. |
What ya gonna do when you get to
moving Tooling along with the Feel of the
Wheel? What ya gonna do when you get to
driving, Flying along with the Feel of the
Wheel? Driving, singing with the rhythm, Jump start me, I’m hitting the road Can’t stop me, I’m never gonna give
in I can handle my part of the load. Windstorm, blowing like a banshee, Head's warm, and your fever won't
go. No problem, I like what I can see What I can't see, I don't need to
know [middle] Fast train running on an empty track My brain is howling like a blue-tick
hound Keep moving forward, don’t ever look
back Nothing back there can bring me down There’s no force on earth can stop
me Never stopping is the only good plan Hard times never gonna rob me, Don't say I can't when I know that I
can. I’ve got everything inside me
© 2020 Chuck Puckett |
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#4: Forty Two Video: Forty Two Okay. Completely inspired by Hitchhiker's Guide. Is it that obvious? What is the Ultimate Answer? |
There is a man who has a question He's in demand but has no conception It isn't planned, it hasn't even been thought through A subtle twist, a sinking sorrow Just think of this: there's no tomorrow If you could list it all what would it come to? The answer is 42. We are not fools who sleep and slumber We are not tools, we are the lumber We think it's cruel while we wonder what we'll do The mists of time, a falling curtain No reasoned rhyme, it's so uncertain Put in your dime and you hope that the call goes through When the number is 42. Tell me what you know, I'll tell you if we can do it If I knew what you know, I'm sure we would get through it We gotta do it, yes indeed There is a babe who has an answer On Heaven's lathe you'll find a dancer But in her wake they speak of borrowed blue The wedding bells are in the chapel He wants to tell her all about the apple He's in her spell, but he wonders what they'll do When they're both 42. A group of men, they speak of Nietzsche Some think it sin, some think it’s easy Some think it's been this way the whole way through They want to laugh, but they can't grab it They want to graft Alice to the rabbit They want to have their cake and eat it, too Their number is 42. Tell me what you know, I'll tell you if we can do it If I knew what you know, I'm sure we would get through it We gotta do it, yes indeed You take it down the straight and narrow You hear the sound: the broken arrow You may not drown but you may not make it through You're in a fix, 'tween hell and heaven There are no tricks, you take what's given It's 9 by 6, and you wonder if it's true That the answer is 42. © 2020 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: Last Picture Song A song about mythical and mystical things. There is a reference to Faulker in there, if you can hear it. |
Along the path the runner stops
and sniffs the evening breeze There's something different he can tell, it puts him ill at ease. I smell the strangest scented smells, I feel the chilling gale The burning wood will not allow a wounded pride prevail. Holy, holy ground, a low a quiet sound Singing all around, singing all around. Beside the lake the hunters walk and Lion smells their fear They drink their whiskey then they sing songs you never hear I hear the strangest sounding songs, I feel the chilling wind No one alive can hear them now, I'll sing them all again. Inside the sun the eagles swim, determined not to rise Their wings are strong and filled with hope, but sorrow clouds their eyes. I see the strangest hollow hills, I feel the chilling air A band of light sits on my brow where none can ever stare Beyond the stars the trumpets play a tune for Gabriel He learned the changes years ago when he was lost in hell. I think the tune is sure to find a listener in this place I thought the same many years ago when I had lost my face. Gabriel picks the tempo up, he only needs the band A chorus sung for old times sake when someone gave a damn Holy, holy ground, a loud and rushing sound Singing all around, pieces breaking down, singing all around. © 1990 Chuck Puckett |
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#6: Making Up Time Video: Making Up Time The mind can make a heaven or a hell. It's what you choose, right? |
Making up time and making my bed
Making up rhymes inside of my head
Making up scenes that I can play
Making it real while I’m making my way
Making up lies and making up truth
Making up legends from the days of my youth
Making real sure that the road I’m on Will take me on down to the end of
this song
This world is what we make
It’s what we give and what we take We
can make it a heaven or make it a hell
Will we make it to tomorrow? Who can tell?
We’ve got all the time in the world But
every moment is a precious pearl You
can make mistakes or you might do fine You can change your life if you make
up your mind
Taking a risk or maybe taking up slack
Taking the wrong way on the way back
Taking up time and taking up space
Taking no prisoners in this place
Shaking a leg, shaking things up
Shaking your hand when I’m passing the cup
Shaking with fright, is that my fault? Looking for my lost shaker of salt
Making excuses for making a mess
Making up crimes so I can confess
Breaking my word when I’m taking the oath
Taking the fifth prob’ly work for us both
Staking my claim to my part of the pie
Waking up late just in time to die
Shaking it here, boss, taking a powder Making some noise, getting louder
and louder © 2011 Chuck Puckett |
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#7: Pointless
Video:
Pointless When we're so small in the grand scheme, is there any point to anything? |
Way too high up above it all
Cannot breathe, the
air’s too thin
Wanna learn to fly,
then forget to fall
Miss the ground and
play to win
Run it up, run it
down,
Pass it by, pay the
price
Pick a card, take a
chance,
Let it ride, throw
the dice
Got no point to make
And it feels real
nice
Bright blue dot in a
sea of black
Feel so small but I
don’t mind
Try to speak, but
don’t look back
Seen it all on the
borderline
Run it up, run it
down,
Pass it by, pay the
price
Pick a card, take a
chance,
Let it ride, throw
the dice
Got no point to make
So I’m making it
twice
The world is so
strange, stranger than my dreams
But nothing’s ever
changed or that’s the way it seems
Sometimes I need to
hide it’s more than I can take
But I know down
inside I’ve got one point to make
Bright blue dot in a
sea of black
Feel so small but I
don’t mind
Don’t know what I
think I lack
Got it all and I’m
doing fine
Run it up, run it
down,
Pass it by, pay the
price
Pick a card, take a
chance,
Let it ride, throw
the dice
Got no point to make And it feels real nice
© 2020 Chuck Puckett |
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Video:
Purely States the Blues
Another song about pushing through when it keeps pushing back. |
So many times the wind's so strong
Like a backbuster been busting too long
Wants to carry his thoughts away
Wait somewhere for a better day
And surely, surely we all know
That it's purely just as pure as the driven snow
And those pearly gates are gonna free me
Just as early as the sun falls to the sea
Hard pressed, long travels to see some light
Been bench-timing just about all night
And God knows, well God knows everything
Ol' Gabe’s got to let his horn ring and sing
Mansions dreaming, poets screaming
Across the valleys we will ever meet
Perfection will get you to kingdom come
If it came, most of us would run
And we’re balanced, we hold the party line
We're callous and we want another time
To face it, let it go along, learning that eternal song
And it’s hoping, hoping we all know
While we're groping our way right down the road
It's midnight and darker here than hell
But it's alright, and changing I can tell
Yes, it's alright and changing I can tell
© Chuck Puckett 2011 |
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#9: Toward the Light Video: Toward the Light A song of hope and being strong. Keep on keeping on. |
Make the grade, fight the fight
Don’t be afraid to get it right
Turn the tap, set ‘em up
Drink it down, drain the cup Be
the kind of soul
That walks into the night The
one who turns us Back toward the light Do
your best, face the gun
Pass the test, be the one
Take a chance, throw the dice
Nerves of steel, cool as ice Be
the kind of soul
That wants to have some fun The
one who leads us Back toward the sun
Lead the pack, take the reins Don’t look back, fan the flames
Make your mark, carve the notch
Stay on guard, be on watch Be
the kind of soul Who
dances in the rain The
one who wants to Go against the grain
Turn the tide, keep it tight
Never hide what is right
Sing the song clear and loud
Don’t forget why you’re proud Be
the kind of soul Who
reaches for the height The
one who turns us Back toward the light
© 2020 Chuck Puckett |
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#10: Valari
Video:
Valari The Valari. You probably need to read Tolkien's Silmarillion to get it. |
Seven spirits spinning 'round The
hand that made them set them down
Seven gems, alive and old
Older than the endless cold Older than the cold
Seven days, delightful days The
wind and mountains, flames and waves
Come at call and take their place
Alive and real in singing space Become in singing space
Seven notes, clear and strong The
melody forever long
Voices fighting Ragnarok
Harmonies light up the dark
Lightning in the dark
Seven planets, flung apart One
white tree and seven stars
Seven ages come and go
Eyes look up and never know
(That) One is the chain
That joins all and none
Nothing can remain
When all is sung and done The
voice is never still And
never sings refrain The
singer always will
Keep adding to the chain (Repeat as necessary: last
time, say "change" instead of "chain") ©
2011 Chuck Puckett |