Michael Dyer
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Story

Notice that some of the lines in the last two verses are sung backwards. The song also contains lead guitar notes that play backwards.

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OUR UNWINDING TIME Michael Dyer © 2006 If time flowed backward, I should never know, For my memories would unwind, with the backward flow. I’d be growing younger, but still wouldn’t know, That we’d already loved and laughed, already fought and crashed. In our unwinding time. Oh life can be so unkind. ‘Cause, now, something is wrong. I feel I just don’t belong. Our future’s unwinding, like some suture unbinding. Our love is unfeeling, like a movie tape unreeling. My wounds are reappearing where they once were all healing. When my love is advancing, your love is receding, When my love starts enhancing, your love starts out bleeding. When my love is repeating, your love is deleting. When mine is pursuing, yours is my undoing. Oh, my undoing. As every kiss of mine unpresses your lips. As every fallen glass, now untips. As every image of you, unfills my vision of you. As every scene of ours, is its own revision of the hours. In our unwinding time. Oh life can be so unkind. Oh how can it be? Your unkissing of me? Oh how can it be? Your unhugging of me? Into my own eyes, reenter my own tears. As the sound of your voice, now exits my ears. My hand across your body now untravels. As our time unwinds, and our love unravels. When my love is advancing, your love is receding, When my love starts enhancing, your love starts out bleeding. When my love is repeating, your love is deleting. When mine is pursuing, yours is my undoing. Oh, my undoing. It’s all coming undone. I’m unstrumming each strum. My lyrics are devolving, as my song is dissolving. Lips your unkissing am I. Hands your unholding sigh I. Are we through? Eyes my into unlooking are you. Our power of love unbinds. Our reel of time unwinds. Unbinds love of power our. Unwinds time of reel our. (Our unwinding time… Our unwinding time…)
Michael Dyer
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Story

This song is about loved-ones left behind during war and, although set in medieval times, is still appropriate (and will remain so, as long as there are wars).

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‘MID MOSS-COVERED BOULDERS Michael Dyer © 2006 Her time, of lonely worry. With rumors, of battles gone bad. No sign, of his shining sword, and her fury, against all war. So many warriors lost. She hopes he’s not paid the cost. That his stallion is still strong. Casting shadows so long. And that her love still belongs, to the living. ‘Mid the moss-covered boulders, she gazes, for her distant soldier. Bid, by the winds blowing north, to watch for the course, of her beloved. A perilous journey. She hopes he’s almost free. What is that, that she now sees? An approaching gallop, and the dust that’s stirred up, astride his stallion. Clouds, gray on the dark, blue, as their counterpart, dividing. The Earth, once covered in blood, now shed in the birth, of his dismounting. And now, the time has come, And now, the holy deed is done. And now, the wounded one but wants His love to hold. The child-man of old, is with his other.
Michael Dyer
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COASTING, THE CRYING BIRDS Michael Dyer © 2006 Coasting, the crying birds, and lately, their wings are betraying, the winds that blow, the sunset’s delaying. And I mind the cold, but I hold my own, in going. Leaves bent ‘round, fall, abuse the ground. Subdued, hints an autumn bound. Come again, subdued, too, the thoughts that I am. And I mind the cold, but I long to hold, you again. My thoughts streak down, like this mist around me, stains the closed window panes. Notions of, past illusions that came, in last before, the lights went out. And you closed the door. Oh, you closed the door.
Michael Dyer
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The guitar in this song is in G-tuning.

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THE COMING DAY Michael Dyer © 2006 The coming day, the coming day, is coming. The coming day, the coming day, is coming. The morning rays, the morning rays, are burning away. The morning rays, the morning rays, are burning away. The morning fog, the morning fog, of the coming day. Oh sunrise, sunrise, light my eyes, today. The coming day, the coming day, is coming. The coming day, the coming day, is coming. Oh my love, my lost love, fly in from above, today. The coming day, the coming day, is coming. The coming day, the coming day, is coming. Oh my one, my one and only one, come with the sun, today. Oh sunrise, sunrise, bring what surprise, you may. Maybe today may be, maybe today may be. Maybe today may be, maybe today may be the day. Maybe today may be, maybe today may be. Maybe today may be, maybe today may be the day. Maybe today may be, maybe today may be. Maybe today may be, maybe today may be the day.
Michael Dyer
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Story

The guitar in this song is in G-tuning.

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NOT MUCH OF A DANCER Michael Dyer © 2006 I’m not much of a dancer, but I can romance her, off the dance floor. I’m not much of a singer, but I can bring her a joy, and so much more. Oh, make her weak in the knees. Oh, feel as light as a summer breeze, Oh, I can tease her, if she pleases. I’m not much of a poet, but I cannot go it alone, without her. I’m not much of a writer, but I can delight her, in my own special way. Oh, she must not delay. She has to try and stay. Oh, be with me today. I’m not much of a bread-winner. I know I’ve been a sinner, but I can change. I’m not much of a thinker, but I think her smile is, so wild and strange Like misty mountain memories, like the rippling of the deep blue seas, Like golden stars and cold-night covers, like rollin’ winds and storm-crossed lovers. I’m not much of a speaker, but I can seek her, with my eyes. Not much of a painter, but I can paint her, a ruby sunrise. Oh, what a surprise, never telling any lies. She’ll never have to cry, never fear, never have to dry a tear. No need for heart-felt sighs. No sad good-byes. Not much of a poet, but I cannot go it alone, without her. Oh, there is no more, without her, No safe shore, without her. No solid floor, without her.
Michael Dyer
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LOST CAUSE Michael Dyer © 2006 Our bodies are rising, but our dreams are falling down. It’s not surprising, seeing as that’s where we’re bound. You wanted me to be your answer. You wanted me for your sole enhancer. But I can’t be what I’ve never been. When I now see who I never was. It’s a lost cause. The clouds are rising, but the sun lays low. It’s not surprising, seeing as it’s time to go, our separate ways. Nothing ever stays quite the same, no one to blame. But a burned-out flame. You can’t be a lover, when you don’t love the soul, Of someone you never took the time to know. We wanted to find love. What can I say? We took a chance, but it didn’t go our way. We can’t remain; can’t keep playing the same game. Oh what time does. Oh what never was. It’s a lost cause. My body’s rising, but my mind is on the lam. It’s not surprising, seeing as that’s where I am. You wanted me to be your answer. You wanted me for your soul enhancer. But I can’t be what I’ve never been. When I now see who I never was. It‘s a lost cause. You’re body’s rising, but your dreams are falling down. It’s not surprising, seeing as we never found, What we were seeking, but now never speaking. Oh what time does. Oh what never was. It’s a lost cause.
Michael Dyer
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Story

I wrote this song when I was on a path of seeking self-enlightenment. Song of my listeners call these kinds of songs "mystical rock".

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DOWN TO THE SHORE TONIGHT Michael Dyer © 2006 Are you going down to the shore tonight? Hear the ocean roar, and the seagulls scream in flight. And the coming time, can you rest assured? Be all that’s known, be though no one’s heard. Hundreds, have fled to caves, or wandering, deserted, dazed. Seeking, the sought one held, above their heads, Who guides them. Who calls them. Who cares. Are you going to follow; have your mind controlled? Or use your heart to join my lonely soul? What is after life, I cannot say. Each one of us must either go, or stay. We all, must choose our path, In the face of, all cosmic wrath. Is life a prison? Has escape arisen? Who can know? But I have to go. Will you be my lover? My holy other? Now my special one is on her way, Leaving night, bringing forth the day. And those magic feelings, do they hide illusion? Are we nearer truth in our high seclusion? Injured, but hurting less, Thirsting, but feeling blest. Holding arms out to her now, but where and how? Her answer: Who can pass here, without Love?
Michael Dyer
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SUN BENEATH THE GROUND Michael Dyer © 2006 Our daydreams are slipping by, and the night must follow soon. Some drops of life lie frozen, in the shadows of the moon. The time of twilight’s drawing closer, closer to our doom. And when it’s us you’ve finally found, I fear the sun will be, beneath the ground. Time is of the essence, you need a love to tend, Or in your time you’ll never know, just why it had to end. And when you wake you will have found, The sun’s beneath the ground, beneath the ground. All life is made of hopes and dreams. These are our magic hours. But time, with creeping crystals, will replace our noontime flowers. What if hope has lost its mystic power, to keep all going when all’s gone sour? Then when it’s us we’ve finally found, I fear the sun will be, beneath the ground. I need you here with me right now, my day dreams need not end. With our bodies right beside our souls, there’ll be love to defend. Let’s fight for time that we have left, that’s left for us to spend. Or when it’s us we’ve finally found, The sun will be beneath the ground.
Michael Dyer
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The "dome" referred to in this song is a two-story geodesic dome that I and a few commune buddies of mine built in the woods of New Hampshire, many years ago. To my knowledge, it's still there.

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YOUR EYES I’VE LOOKED INTO Michael Dyer © 2006 I, have learned a lot about you. Cannot live without you, when it’s time to go. Gold, glowing from the cave in. Remember when you gave in your loving face you showed? So hold on. I won’t be gone long, from you. Your eyes I’ve looked into. A dome, waiting for December and the cooling embers lying in their glow. A home, each can share the other’s. No need to recover the want that we all know. So hold on. I won’t be gone long, from you. Your eyes I’ve looked into. This song, I wrote on scraps of paper, and on the wind and, maybe later, in the ocean sandy foam. How wrong, of the stars to be deceiving, when the rocks hold to believing, that to me you still belong. So hold on. I won’t be gone long, from you, Your eyes I’ve looked into.
Michael Dyer
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Story

This song started out as two separate songs that later got merged into one. This song has a kind of musical 'round' in it. However, instead of the same melody starting up at different times, the same melody is sung at two different speeds at the same time. This is another one of my "mystical rock" songs.

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DO YOU WANT THE YOU Michael Dyer © 2006 Wandering, by the coast, looking for a sign. Mountains, his rising hosts, placed there by design? This time, a lonely soul, with a hopeful goal, inside. Do you want the you, that you want to be, to be the you, that’s with me? Do you want the you, that you want to be, to be the you that’s with me? Visions, come from above, so he starts to climb. Seeking, eternal love, so sure this time. But in finding, who’s found? In searching, who’s let down, in heaven? I want the me, that I want to be, to be the me, that’s with you. I want the me, that I want to be, to be the me, that’s with you. High up, on a peak, with flowing auburn hair. Who, he, must seek, will she still be there? Oh, exhultation, you all have invitations, to dare. Do you want the you, that you want to be, to be the you, that’s with me? Do you want the you, that you want to be, to be the you, that’s with me? Laughter, blows in the wind, when we cry. Seekers, never let in, the answers, they’re inside. Oh, exhumation, you all have invitations, to die. Oh, jubilation, you all have invitations, to fly. Do we want the us, that we ought to be, to be the us, that’s to be? Do we want the us, that we ought to be? Do we want the us that’s to be?
Michael Dyer
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This song was inspired by the traditional folk song: "Shortenin' Bread".

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FLOOR PLAY Michael Dyer © 2006 My baby love that floor play. That what she always say. My baby love, that floor play. That what she always say. We play it on, my big brass bed, floor playin’ ‘til we’re breathless and red. We play our floor play, off the floor. It keep’s us comin’, back for more. We play our floor play, off the floor. It keep’s us comin’, back for more. When there ain’t no big, brass bed, I use my head; do som’n else instead. Floor play only with someone you love. One can be below and the other above. Floor play only with someone you love. One can be below and the other, the other, the other, one above. “What dat floor play?” you may ask. It’s better than, any household task. “What dat floor play?” you still may ask. Oh, better than any wine-filled flask. Bounce your baby, on your knee. Then give her a little tickle for me. Bounce your baby, off your knee. Then give her a little kiss for me. Squeeze your baby, on your lap. Then give her a good ol’ love tap. Now give her a good little lovin’, little lovin’, little lovin’ slap. Mama love floor play. Yes, she do. Mama love it more than her chicken stew. Papa love floor play. Yes, he do. Papa love it more than his bubbly brew. Everybody love that floor play. That’s how we got here today. Everybody love that floor play. That’s how we got to be here, be here, be here, be here, be here, today! My dog love floor play. My cat do too, but not with each other. (This ain’t no zoo.) Is it more fun with a wig or mask? If you’re wonderin’ “Huh?” then you’re too young to ask! I’m her sugar daddy and she’s my sugar baby. Maybe, just maybe, thay be floor play, be floor play, be floor play, today. If there ain’t no big, brass bed, then never you mind. Use a cot instead. If there ain’t no cot around at all, then never you mind. You can use the hall. If the hall’s behind locked doors. Never you mind. There’s always, always, always, always, always, the floors! When we’re old an lyin’ in our beds, we still can floor play, in our heads. If we’re sick or alone instead, we can still floor play, in our head. We all need floor play, instead of meds. So keep on, keep on, floor playin’, floor playin’,floor playin’, floor playin’, ‘til we’re dead.

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