UNDERTOWN

by Kirk Adams

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1.
You wanted to tell me something I couldn't hear it for the wind Puzzles and playthings Streetlights blinking red in unison I need a hope To hang on to Some way to cope A voice that's true A light in the dark To guide me through This soul shadow time Driving might get you started Arriving at where you're s'posed to be The signs are all backwards The roads are all turning back and underneath I need a hope To hang on to Some way to cope A voice that's true A light in the dark To guide me through This soul shadow time Believe it The Tiger talks And will sing Hallelujah For you
2.
Pile Of Dirt 03:06
I woke up Alone tonight Thinking 'bout The speed of light The world I meant to see Is slipping farther Away from me You know my life ain't worth A pile of dirt A pile of dirt Could grow daisies A rabbit's foot A broken glass Down under the overpass Just a speck Beneath the stars Invisible to the Passing cars You know my life ain't worth A pile of dirt A pile of dirt Could grow daisies She walked away When reality called her You've got to know When to go
3.
Undertone 02:47
Undertone Wailing unheard like a ghost trombone Droning choir of silver monks unknown A shadow symphony, surrounding me Undertone Laughing river over secret stone Throws us together when we're all alone The current's strong, It won't be long Undertone Something humming 'neath the skin and bone Serpent lurking in a deeper zone It's always been there, It's everywhere A hidden poem from the rain and shine A gentle tugging when your eyes meet mine
4.
Tonight it's my play Banish the day Orpheus returns Feeling pretty burned Overcome, dull and gray Gonna follow the sound Beneath the ground Drink the devil's brew Dance a jig or two Beelzebub's buying a round I wanna cross the river Where the shadows grow To the medicine show I wanna cross the river Want to double down In Under Town I love to hear my feet On a midnight street Trade a word or two With the wrecking crew Or anybody that I meet The lights are much brighter When you pull an all-nighter Underneath the sun I feel like I'm no one My mind feels so much tighter I wanna cross the river Where the shadows grow To the medicine show I wanna cross the river Want to double down In Under Town
5.
He's an old lion hunting For one final deer Gonna cost him his pride That slender neck and velvet hide He drains another beer Streetlights blink on the savannah, Cubs cry somewhere, alone The gazelle lies down on the far side of town And a dream is gone What does it mean What is it worth It's just business as usual On planet Earth An army of ghosts Creatures of the garbage can Heed the satellites In the dead of night More memory than man Seeking redemption, forgotten in a haunted state In a poisoned oasis a crossroad glows On a figure eight What does it mean What is it worth It's just business as usual On planet Earth
6.
Hindenburg 03:49
All of this time I heard it coming Blowing 'round Under the chairs Clearing the table I hear the fridge humming The coffee gets cold Like the twilight air I'm queuing up For the Hindenburg Itching for answers Scratching for change Things I believe in Are causing me pain I'd hold you forever Won't ever leave Sacrifice anything To get you to see I'm queuing up For the Hindenburg It would be easier to face If I could erase Your smell and your taste The thrill of the chase I'd put it all down To chemistry The repetition Of history I'd just ditch it, I'd let it go I'm queuing up For the Hindenburg
7.
She said, "Your poetry lends itself to 3/4 time." I said, "Good poetry should always be timeless." A maraschino cherry in an Amaretto sour She said, "Also, it should remain rhyme-less." The windows can't hold back the cold infiltration Or the night just outside that's falling She said, "You can't light a fire with a book of wet matches." Two of a kind, suited, shuffled and stalling And the voices of all the others Melted to a background drone Though the light played on many faces We were together, alone "I took to this world like a bat takes to daylight, Or a firefly takes to the raging sea. But I've heard the music and distant silver singing And, I've been clinging to it desperately." Her sarcastic smile took a while to change Less guarded and cautious, at ease She said, "I've loved before but it hurt me more To stay with you, so I had to leave' And the voices of all the others Melted to a background drone Though the light played on many faces We were together, alone
8.
Flying Cars 04:28
Spider webs on the jungle gym Can you remember when you were that thin Drive to the beach in your beat up car Washing dishes won't get you too far Somebody ran off with our dignity Take off your shirt and the money's free A Cadillac full of tommy guns Used to be we were the lucky ones It's not the same today As it was yesterday I feel so alone Sometimes The stars would shine The Beatle's number 9 Gave me the creeps Every time They'll be no flying cars In my life time Dark Shadows swept the neighborhood Always felt so misunderstood Down in the dirt with a garden hose Digging tunnels to where nobody knows Somebody took off with our innocence From pipe dreams to ambivalence A pack of hounds and a pack of lies The revolution must be digitized It's not the same today As it was yesterday I feel so alone Sometimes The stars would shine The Beatle's number 9 Gave me the creeps Every time They'll be no flying cars In my lifetime Two thousand years passed and no return Nobody disappeared, nobody burned Looks like tomorrow's just another day Another chance to blow it all away It's not the same today As it was yesterday I feel so alone Sometimes The stars would shine The Beatle's number 9 Gave me the creeps Every time They'll be no flying cars In my lifetime
9.
There's a reason I asked you not to come 'round here any more But you won't listen, you never listen do you My head is full of conflicting feelings burning through my soul And I can't erase them, I can't explain it to you Things change It's like a punch in the heart Things change And I'm right back at the start Feels like a punch in the heart You were always right where I thought you wanted to be You had my number, you had my number down Now, this love's a bust and I don't think you're too good for me And I get muddled when you keep coming around Things change It's like a punch in the heart Things change And I'm right back at the start Feels like a punch in the heart I'm so tired all the time Blackbirds in my head I'll bet you think you're wearing me down But it's wearing me out instead Things change It's like a punch in the heart Things change And I'm right back at the start Feels like a punch in the heart
10.
Fiction 02:41
I keep falling over Lies I keep running into Alibis Fiction is causing Friction because I Can't pull the truth From the shadows And who knows There might be nothing to see But I don't think it's just me I can't help seeing Signs All I keep hearing is Never mind Fiction becomes an Addiction because you Can't tell the truth From the shadows And you know There might be something to see Something wrong with me
11.
Our make-believe love, I'll miss I imagined we kissed On a night that never happened Our make-believe love, was cool Guess I was being a fool The memory burns so brightly I thought we might make it the truth But it's not standing up to the proof Oh, our make-believe love Our make-believe love, you can't lose I'm feeling confused 'Bout what I should I be feeling Our make-believe love, I'll miss I imagined we kissed On a night that never happened
12.
You could throw it all away On fragrance and memory Magnetism and darkness Drowning in wild energy You said, "Time forgives temptation." I could believe you And it's strange Officially strange Eyes make contact in the night The tap dance of attraction Unidentified feeling objects Interaction and distraction You said, "I could make it better." I want to believe you And it's strange Officially strange Soul party wallflowers smile Nothing's forbidden in a dream Windows and mirrors beguile Swallow up the in between You said," The heat is getting to me." I believe I feel it too And it's strange Officially strange

about

Climb into your vehicle of choice - A '57 convertible, a goat drawn chariot, a glistening dirigible, V.W. van or a flying saucer. Shoot your way through the beckoning night. You can't make out much beyond your headlights or flaming eye or whatever it is that's revealing the small, lighted path before you. Whether it's lines in the highway or the tops of buildings, there is much more you can't see than you can. The denizens of the dark, the truth from the fiction, the hidden motivations, the secret places and the beings that turn the wheels from their den in the shadows - from the inside.

It's not happening out in the daylight. It's not happening under the Big Top. It's not happening before your eyes but behind them or beyond them. Ride long enough and you'll see the forgotten and the fragmented. The hiders and the go-seekers. You may find the metaphorical socks and who snitched them from the dryer.

You may find yourself in Undertown..

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released December 2, 2015

Produced by Kirk Adams

Craig Benson: Drums
Patrick Bettison: Bass
Joseph Porter: Double Bass
Rebecca Zapen: Violin
Tommy Bell: Drums
Kirk Adams: Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Percussion and vocals

Recorded at Mysterious Orb, Hideaway Recording Studio and DodgeSongs Studios.

Mastered by Pinky Beekman at Big 3 Studio

Cover art "Mr. Anthead" by Kirk Adams

And biggest thanks of all to Gale Trippsmith.

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