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[track] wake up time

Sing a song for life in the morning
As the sunrise waltzes through leaves
Let all the anger and pain
And destructive refrains
Dissolve into your dreams

Maybe we’ll wake up
It’s time we wake up
Maybe we’ll wake up
Wake up time

The first thing you see before you open your eyes
Is the truest reflection of you
One day the first thing we’ll know
is a sunrise so slow
And a world renewed

PROCESS

My 66th(!) junto contribution was written and recorded on Monday evening 26 Sep 2016 while watching the 1st 2016 US Presidential debate (on mute, CSPAN only) with the project photograph (goo.gl/djQ31Y) in my field of vision on an iPad and a few glasses of Russian River Valley Pinot Noir in my bloodstream. This may be the most normie crossover americana country pop track EVER posted to the Junto, but I’ve embraced that side lately, perhaps as a contrarian move to a deep dive into the dark web and anonymity in the last year (as well as being the caretaker of a terminally ill dog).

Acoustic and electric rhythm guitars and vocals are organic. Drums, bass, Hammond B3, pedal steel, and horn parts are built from samples looped in Acid (total ~60 tracks through 11 busses). If you think there’s more than one human involved in this, I’ve done my job.

> 3/4 waltz + rock, 148 bpm.
> there are 27 figures in the graphic and the first verse has 27 words. couldn’t hold myself to that in the 2nd verse, but all’s forgiven.
> mostly a back-door tribute to Tony Rice’s version of A Song For Life, but not slavish in its ape.

Enjoy life, fellow Junto-ers. Embrace melody and structure every once in a while. There’s magic (and sanity) in the way a fifth and a third can play with each other.

Our world is fucked from here on forward, but fuck it.

:^D

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Image associated with this project is the (unintended, but used with approval) graphic score by Lark Pien.
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[track] Love In This Land

Written early July 2016 on the way home from a final visit to my wife’s family farm in Orrtanna, Pennsylvania, outside Gettysburg. RIP, Aunt Suzanne…

This track also grieves not for an America that was – but for an America that could have been.

A few hours west of the City line
About 200 miles as the crow flies
Your family farm up on that hill
A place that made time stand still

Where Saturday nights on the outskirts of town
and ways of life were hand-me-downs
Every sunrise let you know just where you stand

There was love in this land
But time made other plans
In time you’ll understand
How much love was in this land

Now we’re taking one last drive tonight
To say one long last goodbye
To the land that held your family name
Thru an America getting auctioned away

By a world designed with no stop just go
That knows you never miss what you never know
That’s countin’ on you to forget where you stand

And all the love in this land

When the radio starts playing favorite songs
You can’t help (but) wonder where we went wrong

The moms and dads pass’d away
The kids flew away on the interstate
The farm is now in other hands
It’s up to you to still give a damn


[track] Elena’s Stars

Dusted off some twang for a story of beauty in sadness. Some days, whiskey over absinthe…

Elena lived on Avenue X,
next to a trestle
all her life.

She dreamed of distant places
and of jumping random trains
a thousand times.

She craved a sky that let her know she was home.
An endless sky that left the stars alone
to shine.
Beyond her life,
that sky showed her some way home.

Counting the trains
to and from Coney Island
every night,

searching in vain
for salvation, in a city
full of lies.

[ch.]

I’m still here, amidst the fallout of our life.
I’m still here, living with her dreams.

She found a sky that let her know she was home.
An endless sky that left the stars alone
to shine.
Beyond her life,
that sky showed her some way home.


#DaCaLuf 140: Man Again meets El Gaucho

Man Again, the country-fried FMA bonus track off of Transient Lines (2013), soundtracks a Bellais family adventure with a cowboy named Gavino in the town of Cochrane on the Argentinian and Chilean border.

DaCaLuF – épisode 140 from David Bellais on Vimeo.
Rencontre avec Gabino, un gaucho du chili.

Musiques :
"Man again" par Westy Reflector
http://westyreflector.net
"Little birdie" par Three Jolly Rogues
http://freemusicarchive.org/music/Three_Jolly_Rogues
Gavino ne sait ni lire ni écrire mais il sait faire son pain, le beurre et le fromage, vit depuis 17 ans dans sa ferme isolée sans eau courante ni électricité, avec ses vaches, ses chiens et quelques gentils chevaux.
Lorsque l’on fera le bilan des ces années de voyage, ce n’est pas le Machu Picchu ni les chutes d’Iguazu qui arriveront en tête des meilleurs souvenirs, mais ces rencontres authentiques autour du partage et de la simplicité!
Gavino can neither read nor write, but he knows how his bread, butter and cheese, lived for 17 years in his isolated farm without running water or electricity, with cows, dogs and some nice horses.
When will take stock of these years of travel, this is not the Machu Picchu or the Iguazu Falls arriving in mind the best memories, but the authentic encounters around the sharing and simplicity!

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The Bellais Family is traveling around the world in a converted old fire truck for 2-years. They’ve used a few of my tracks in their video episodes, and it’s an absolute kick to follow along and hear my songs pop up every so often. Follow them here:

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https://vimeo.com/channels/dacaluf
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Pied dedans, plein les yeux et le vent dans le dos!