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Produced by Brad Albetta and Val Holler. recorded June 1998 at Monkey Boy Irwin Studios, 47 Murray St, New York, NY. Engineered and mixed July 1998 by John Campose and Brad Albetta. Mastered by Emily Lazar at The Lodge, NYC.

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released December 8, 1998

Credits:
Chris Knudson - co-producer, vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, keys and effects
Brad Albetta - co-producer, bass, electric guitars, keys, effects and programming, recording and mix engineer
Bachir Attar - gimbri on track 11
Tim Bright - jazz guitar on track 6
John Campose - assistant mix engineer
Joe Chiofalo - accordian on track 7
Emily Lazar - mastering engineer
Tobias Ralph - drums
Allen Towbin - tabla programming on track 11
Richard Worth - flute on track 5

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Chris Knudson is a songwriter, composer, musician, producer, and engineer having lived and worked primarily in Texas, New York City, Los Angeles, Berlin, Germany, and currently Portland, Oregon producing, recording and releasing music on Lightstone Records under the Kanude and Val Holler monikers. ... more

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Track Name: Object of Desire
"Object of Desire"
words and music by Chris Knudson
©Tathata Music (ASCAP)

Simply made
Never betrayed.
With eyes that speak of a birdly-word song
A thousand light-years in her shade.

Essential oil in a fire
Healing hands like a choir.
The sun goes down behind the billabong
The savage takes her blade and cuts the barb-wire.

That old rhythm
Of the shadow dance...

The hidden postmark of a flower
Signed, sealed, delivered I'm yours for an hour.
Just out of reach… maybe not… so long
The ribbon in your glass, so sweet.

That old rhythm
Of the shadow dance...

Feel the shadow of our dance
Heal the shadow of our dance
The shadow of our dance.
Track Name: Blue-Eyed Soul
"Blue-Eyed Soul"
words and music by Chris Knudson
©Tathata Music (ASCAP)

You are sitting under a tree
Looking lovely as can be.
All the color in your hair
Thought I'd lost you in Times Square.

I am beside myself next to you
Your eyes so bright: gold, silver and blue.
The hawks are circling 'round in their flight
We'll spin our tales on into the night.

Have you waited long for me?
Seems I've come on bended knee.

How I long to see your face
I swim the channel of my disgrace.
The child is father of the man
I've tried to love you best that I can.

Have you waited long for me?
Seems I've come on bended knee.

The roots are so very new to me
Now I've found a real reason to be.
My travels seem but a circular game
Looked high and low to find my twin flame.

Have you waited long for me?
Seems I've come on bended knee.
Track Name: Strait of Gibraltar
"Strait of Gibraltar"
words and music by Chris Knudson
©Tathata Music (ASCAP)

Chanting out aloud
Silent one in a crowd.
Four horsemen, three dog
Poison toad, bump on a log.

Out across open sky
Heaven's gate, hell's fly.
Four horsemen, three dog
Poison toad, bump on a log.

Set out sail with my bread and my ale
Through the Strait of Gibraltar.
Just a man on the move.

Old gold in the hills
Red rum, speed kills.
Four horsemen, three dog
Poison toad, bump on a log.

Set out sail with my bread and my ale
Through the Strait of Gibraltar.
Just a man on the move.

Dead words in the hood
Lip service, Hollywood.
Four horsemen, three dog
Poison toad, bump on a log.

Listening all around
Screaming eagle, not a sound.
Four horsemen, three dog
Poison toad, bump on a log.

Set out sail with my bread and my ale
Through the Strait of Gibraltar.
Just a man on the move.
Track Name: Willflower
"Willflower"
words and music by Chris Knudson
©Tathata Music (ASCAP)

How will this one begin
A conversation or high-tide?
Perhaps some strangers on a train
How bout vulgar genocide?

He longs to find the holy grail
She models for the boys in blue.
They'd like to stroll the endless hour
They settle for the poison stew.

There has got to be a way
For the willflower to open up the day.

How can I shake this angry dream?
I'm frozen by a heavy hand
A voice that says you'll never leave
The cave of lovelies where you hide.

There has got to be a way,
For my willflower to open up the day.

Gone away, all away…
A gentleman and a scholar worth about a dollar
and a half pack of inspiration.
A mistress and a mother, barely undercover,
blows the fuse then walks away.

How will this one draw to a close
With crystal-magic polar fire?
Perhaps a tropic, midnight rain
How 'bout a bird upon a wire?

There has got to be a way,
For my willflower to open up and stay.
Track Name: MIdlight
"Midlight"

words and music by Chris Knudson

©Tathata Music (ASCAP)


Midnight,
Midlight.

One Mind,
Once Mine.

Lover,
Lower.

Midnight,
Midlight.
Track Name: Solitude for Two
"Solitude for Two"
words and music by Chris Knudson
©Tathata Music (ASCAP)

Walk into the sun inside your rain
Paint a piece of driftwood with your blood.
Find the happy medium insane
And make it every day to become world.
Gonna make it,
Gonna make it,
Make it every day to become world.

Make it solitude for two every day
You and you, and I and I all the way.

Eat the rosebud from your inner child
Roll that rowdy rock back under your bed.
Wash off and away your sins in vain
And make it every day to become world.
Gonna make it,
Gonna make it,
Make it every day to become world.

Make it solitude for two every day
You and you, and I and I all the way.

Build some wheels to cruise around your brain
Learn to step away from your hey-heyday.
Plant the seeds and grow some rainbow bones
And make it every day to become world.
Gonna make it,
Gonna make it,
Make it every day to become world.

Make it solitude for two every day.
You and you, and I and I all the way.
Track Name: Copper Blue
"Copper Blue"
words and music by Chris Knudson
©Tathata Music (ASCAP)

VERSE
So they've finished their last set it seems
The jazz-men pack up their notes and throw away the key.
And our carafe of house Loire is getting thin
And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing...

CHORUS
The drooping tulips on the pendant hanging from your neck
Such a sweet bouquet embracing me.

VERSE
Embracing your two lips pleasant in drink and talk
About all that film noir and the back seat of a car.
And our waitress speaking broken English says it's time to go
And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing...

REPEAT CHORUS

VERSE
Embracing your tulips leaving red upon the cloth
It's time to pay our way, the night is calling us

BRIDGE
Back to the Old Town
Into the midnight sun.

VERSE
And all the nightshade flowers on the lane
And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing...

REPEAT CHORUS

OUTRO
And every cent that I find in the street
Reminds me of you.
Track Name: Ten Miles to Bliss
"Ten Miles to Bliss"
words and music by Chris Knudson
©Tathata Music (ASCAP)

Well, allright. Gonna stop my ride in the middle of the road - lay down look up at the stars
Hell, allright. Seems there's plenty of space for the entire human race and a pickle or two on Mars.
Well, OK. You know there's nothing wrong and I wont be long looking up at the Milky Sweet and Sour
Hell, OK. She said I see it in your eye - there's a will to fly and a turtle-dove loving kind of power.

Feel its time… Lay down your guns and butter philosophy
Know its time… Ten miles to bliss, across the border of a kiss.

Well, allright. So she's showing me how to milk a sacred cow on a moony Sunday farm
Hell, allright. But I'm a little bit confused about these Martian blues and their innocence to harm.
Well, OK. Should I dare to do Rogers and Astaire with a legless alien girl
Hell, OK. Guess Ill stay for a while, learn the miracle mile, come back and give the Earth a twirl.

Feel its time… Lay down your guns and butter philosophy
Know its time… Ten miles to bliss, across the border of a kiss.

Well, allright. So I heard it was bad, some were filthy, some were had. Some were up to their knees in shit
Hell, allright. But with a little space magic, well heal the tragic - turn dust into silver sand.
Well, OK. Stirred up a little faith from the wren to the wraith to embrace a loverly skit
Hell, OK. So you see my little spry, there's a time for lullaby, and there's a time to strike up the band.

Feel its time… Lay down your guns and butter philosophy
Know its time… Ten miles to bliss, across the border of a kiss.
Track Name: Renunciate
"Renunciate"
words and music by Chris Knudson
©Tathata Music (ASCAP)

Now that the pillow talk is over
A flurry of feathers falls back to the ground.
I've said my peace and packed up my vision
But before I leave let me hear the sound...

Of your voice in the ear of my endless surprise
And the makeshift redemption that I give to your eyes.

Now that the honeymoon is waning
Into a sweet light that couldn't be found,
Together well choose a pattern of breathing
Its almost unreal when I hear the sound...

Of my voice in the ear of your endless surprise
And the makeshift redemption that you give to my eyes.

Well, looking up now from the page,
Light bleeds acid on the cage…

Feeling so low.
When I've been lost,
I will soon be found.

Now that the child is of understanding
Grown inch by inch and pound for pound,
We all are ready to see there's no gone away
Just come back to the bridge and Ill hear the sound…

Of your voice in the ear of my endless surprise
And the makeshift redemption that I give to your eyes.
Track Name: Soma Tea
"Soma Tea"
words and music by Chris Knudson
©Tathata Music (ASCAP)

Somewhere else
Someone else.
A nagging vision slams the door
A lonely vision yearns for more.

Such an aroma you see
Take a sip of the Soma tea.

Someway else
God, something else.
A heartfelt clock rings so long
The ticking clock just wants a little song.

Such an aroma you see
Take a sip of the Soma tea.

Body trembles. Hair bristles off my flesh
My bow and arrow lies there in despair.
She vacuums up the pieces of my soul
The poison stings - it burns - but I'm feeling whole

Such an aroma you see
Take a sip of the Soma tea.
Such an aroma you see
I took a sip of the Soma tea.