Michael Dyer
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I became interested in interspersing backward music (from guitar, bass, drums and vocal) with standard, forward music and this musical goal inspired the lyrics below.

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ALL REVERSED Michael Dyer © 2006 Everything I do comes undone. Every scheme I spin comes unspun. Every jest I make becomes a pun. Every rest I take becomes a run. Every bit of fun’s now undone. Every floating feather now weighs a ton. Every two has now shrunk to one. Everyone is everyone’s no one. I’m all reversed, reversed. Reversed. All the practiced are now unrehearsed. All the blessed are, now so cursed. All those floating are, now immersed. All the healthy must, now be nursed. The more I drink the more I thirst. I’m all reversed, reversed. I just keep slippin’ back. What was taut now is slack. What was on line now is off track. What was solid now has a crack. What was loved now gives me flack. What was in front now is in back. What was a thrill now’s just a hack. All that I once had, now I lack. I’m all reversed, reversed. Every bit of fun’s now undone. Every floating feather now weighs a ton. Every two has now shrunk to one. Everyone is everyone’s no one. I’m all reversed, reversed. Reversed. All the self-contained now must burst. All the muted are now well-versed. All that’s last is now the first. All that’s best is now the worst. The more I drink the more I thirst. I’m all reversed, reversed; all reversed. Reversed.
Michael Dyer
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I've enjoyed playing the didgeridoo over the years and I wanted to be able to play it in a song as a lead instrument, so I wrote a song in which that would make sense.

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ABORIGINAL ANGEL Michael Dyer © 2006 I dreamt I fell for, an aboriginal angel. On a cloudless night, she was pursued, by a brood of devils from hell. My aboriginal angel. With a broken wing, in my dream, to me, oh, did she cling. We had a thing, a night-time fling. My aboriginal angel. We hid in a cave, with some stone-age paintings of ancient waves. The looks that she gave and how she behaved, made me so bold and so brave. In the back of the cave I started a blaze, with hours of dreaming that passed for days. With hours of loving that encircled us, like an endless, endless maze. She had her ways, her dream-catcher ways. And I was crazed, with a craving that stays. My aboriginal angel. She didn’t carry a harp. She found its sound too high and too sharp. She carried two didgeridoos, in the key of C and in the key of E. She played stone-age rock ‘n’ blues, on those two didgeridoos. Oh, she played stone-age rock ‘n’ blues, on those didgeridoos. With notes so wild and low, how low do they go? They buzzed and they droned. They shivered and they groaned. They trembled and they moaned. Flowed right through my bones. They buzzed and they droned. They shivered and they groaned. They trembled and they moaned. Flowed right through my bones. When my dream broke and, finally, I awoke. This ain’t no joke but in plain view, there stood one didgeridoo. With pictograms I knew that she drew, to tell me: “This didg, I left for you.” My aboriginal angel. On cloudless nights I light a blaze; now dream of her lovin’ ways. Learning to play, stone-age rock and blues, on her didgeridoo. My aboriginal angel. She didn’t carry a harp. She found its sound too high and too sharp. She carried two didgeridoos, in the key of C and in the key of E. She played stone-age rock ‘n’ blues, on those two didgeridoos. She played stone-age rock ‘n’ blues, on those didgeridoos. With notes so wild and low, how low do they go? They buzzed and they droned. They shivered and they groaned. They trembled and they moaned. Flowed right through my bones. They buzzed and they droned. They shivered and they groaned. They trembled and they moaned. Flowed right through my bones. My aboriginal baby, gave me the key. My aboriginal baby, set me free. With notes so wild and low, how low do they go? They buzzed and they droned. They shivered and they groaned. They trembled and they moaned. Flowed right through my bones. They buzzed and they droned. They shivered and they groaned. They trembled and they moaned. Flowed right through my bones.
Michael Dyer
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WIPE OFF THE DUST Michael Dyer © 2006 I threw our rings, into the pond. Their ripples traveled, so very long. Troughs and peaks, passed through each other. As though seeking, another destiny. Oh, why won’t you come back to me? Why won’t you come back to me? I tossed your letters, into the air. They fluttered and floated, way up there. Then found the gutter, of despair. Oh, why won’t you come back to me? Why won’t you come back to me? I cast your photos, on the fire. They curled and twisted, like hot wire. Dangled and twisted, like the liar, you became in our dust and mire. Oh why won’t you come back to me? Why won’t you come back to me? I know, I really must, now just, wipe off the dust. I know you, I cannot trust, so now I really must, just try to, wipe off the dust. Must I be nonplussed, not curse; not fuss? Must I forget our love? Must I forget our lust? Forget our love; forget our lust. Now that all has been turned to rust. I flung our child, into the air. She fluttered and floated, way up there. Then landed in these arms that care. Oh why won’t you come back to us? Why won’t you come back to us? I know I really must, now just, wipe off the dust. I know you, I cannot trust, so now I really must, just try to, wipe off the dust.
Michael Dyer
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I came up with some fast guitar riffs and so I needed to write a song where I could use those riffs. Also, someone I care about was complaining about the stresses of everyday life and these lyrics were my response to her situation. This song has the most lyrics of any song I have ever written.

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YOU GOTTA WEEP Michael Dyer © 2006 When you’re grabbed by the devil, you gotta sing like a bat out of hell. When you’re nabbed by the devil, you gotta sing like a bat out of hell. And you gotta leap, into the storm. You gotta keep, your psyche warm. You gotta sweep, away the stones. You gotta seep, into my bones. You gotta reap, the seeds you sow. You gotta dive deep, to dare to know. You gotta climb steep, for your highest goals. You gotta heap up, your pile of coals. And you gotta weep, for my savage soul. Oh, you gotta weep, for my ravaged soul. You gotta know, when to heed the call. You gotta know, just when to stall. You gotta know, when to slice the air. You gotta know, when to face a dare. You gotta scream, for your long-lost dreams. You gotta mean just what you seem to mean. You gotta have gall, to push the wall. You gotta stand tall even when you gotta fall. And you gotta weep, for my savage soul. Oh, you gotta weep, for my helpless soul. You gotta block before you can swing and sock. You gotta lock before you can knock. You gotta take stock before you can mock. You gotta punch the clock before you can rock. You gotta be on call before you can dock. You gotta have a hall before you can talk. You gotta crawl, before you can walk. You gotta brawl, before you can rock. And you gotta weep, for my savage soul. Oh, you gotta weep, for my damaged soul. You gotta give away before you can keep. You gotta be knee-deep in [bleep] before you can freak. You gotta tear the beast’s lair. You gotta stare into your own nightmare. You gotta lay bare your hidden heart. You gotta take care to play your part. You gotta put the horse before the cart. You gotta throw the dart, to find a new start. And you gotta weep, for my savage soul. Oh, you gotta weep, for my fiery soul. You gotta have pride in all your gains. You gotta have tried even with all your pains. You gotta hide all those bloody stains. Oh, you gotta hide, all those bloody stains. You gotta go, against the grain. You gotta grow, and try to use your brain. You gotta duck low, and wax and wane. You gotta ebb and flow, to stay insane. And you gotta weep, for my savage soul. Oh, you gotta weep, for my sinful soul. You gotta go toe to toe, against the inane. You gotta strike a blow, even if it’s in vain. You gotta go with the flow, in the drivin’ rain. You gotta beat your foe; not go down the drain. You gotta get off the daily dole. You gotta pay your debts; try to get whole. You gotta not fret when you pay the toll. You gotta get wet, to rock ‘n’ roll. And you gotta crawl outta your hole for my poor soul. You gotta weep, for my sorry-ass soul. You gotta nip it when it’s in the bud. You gotta shoot from the hip, even when it’s a dud. You gotta rip out all that crud. You gotta strip down when you’re in the mud. You gotta hang on yet, if you’re gonna rock. Gotta be offset, if you’re gonna roll. You gotta cast your net, if you’re gonna rock. Gotta ride the jet, if you’re gonna roll. And you gotta wake from your sleep for my poor soul. You gotta weep, for my sorry-ass soul. You gotta slay all your private dragons. You gotta circle all your mental wagons. You gotta pray, not to ever stray. You gotta stay even when if can’t have your way. You gotta fly, when you’re high and dry. You gotta try even when you’re gotta sigh. You gotta not cry when you gotta lie, and you gotta pry when you gotta know why. And you gotta weep, for my savage soul. Oh, you gotta weep, for my severed soul. You gotta give, oh my oh my. You gotta give even when your end is neigh, And you gotta live until it’s time to die. You gotta live until it’s time to die. And you gotta weep, for my savage soul. Oh, you gotta weep, for my ravaged soul. Oh, my savage soul. Oh, my savage soul.
Michael Dyer
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Did you ever wish that someone you loved had told you (in time) that they loved you?

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DIDN’T HAVE A CLUE Michael Dyer © 2006 All over the world, people are trying, to find that certain someone, before they start dying. So why is it I never knew, love was possible with you? I didn’t have a clue, not the lightest, slightest clue, like a ship without a crew, like a wind that never blew, like plywood without its glue, like a show that was all through, like a seed that never grew, like a hawk that never flew. All over the land, the flames are being fanned. All over the land, love is in so much demand. So why is it I never knew you could make me feel this way? like a tide rushing toward the bay, like the flight of a wild blue jay, like the firing of red hot clay, like a hit play on Broadway, like a laughing child at play, like the dawning before the day. Didn’t have a clue. Didn’t have a clue. All over the land, the flames are being fanned. So you gotta take a stand, when love is in so much demand. So why is it I never knew love was possible with you? I didn’t have a clue. Not the slightest, lightest clue, To be one, not just two. Didn’t have a single clue. Didn’t have a clue. Didn’t have a clue.
Michael Dyer
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All the females in this song are real. They each have qualities I admire and so I wrote a song about these qualities. For instance, I had a terrible crush on my first cousin Kathy when I was a child and she has many freckles, so ever since then I've always liked females with freckles. I dated Charlotte in high school and loved her smile. Jennifer was a good friend who died of cancer and I was struck by her courage in the face of death. Lisa is my dear sister; Margot is my wife, and so on.

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IT’S YOUR SOUL, Oh MARGOT Michael Dyer © 2006 It’s your heart, Andrea. It’s your heart that set you apart. Oh Andrea. It’s your mind, Jessica. It’s your mind that’s so very fine. Oh Jessica. And it’s your smile, Charlotte. Your smile that always hit the spot. Oh Charlotte. Michelle, July, Nancy, Valerie. They were always there for me. But it’s your soul, Oh Margot. It’s your soul I just gotta know. It’s your soul, Oh Margot. It’s your soul, I just gotta know. Oh Margot. It’s your eyes, Sally. It’s your eyes that saw deep into me. Oh Sally. It’s your crazy games, Jane, that drove me so insane. Oh Jane. And it’s your moves, Carmen, it’s your moves that are so very charmin’. Oh Carmen. Marjorie, Suzanne, Caroline, Betsy, I felt so lucky. But it’s your soul, Oh Margot. It’s your soul I just gotta know. It’s your soul, Oh Margot. It’s your soul, I just gotta know. Oh Margot. It’s your love, Lisa, it’s your love that set you above. Oh Lisa. You could always tell, Anabel. You could always tell so very well, Oh Anabel. And it’s the tone, Simone, it’s the tone of your gentle voice. Oh Simon. Lilliane, Wendy, Celeste, Diane, all had a fun game plan. But it’s your soul, Oh Margot. It’s your soul I just gotta know. It’s your soul, Oh Margot. It’s your soul, I just gotta know. Oh Margot. It’s your caring ways, Patricia, eres una delicia. Oh, Patricia. And it’s your courage, Jennifer, the courage you’ve conferred, Oh Jennifer. It’s your freckles, Kathy, what your freckles have meant to me. Oh, Kathy. Pauline, Claudia, Christine, Irene, were always part of my dreams. But it’s your soul, Oh Margot. It’s your soul I just gotta know. It’s your soul, Oh Margot. It’s your soul, I just gotta know. Oh Margot. But it’s your soul, Oh Margot. It’s your soul I just gotta know. It’s your soul, Oh Margot. It’s your soul, I just gotta know. Oh Margot.
Michael Dyer
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The song was inspired by Santana. I don't play the flute. I produced the flute-sounding riffs by playing keyboard with a flute-like sound effect.

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SO IMMINENT Michael Dyer © 2006 We’re so, imminent; so very, imminent. Don’t say your love’s been already spent, on others, When we’re so, imminent; so very, imminent. I’m not trying just to rent your love, Not just borrow, then leave a dent in your love. Your love won’t get a single scratch or scrape. I won’t let it get all bent out of shape. It won’t need any patches or duct tape. ‘Cause we’re so, imminent; so very, imminent. Our future has to, forget our past to, Circumvent any wrong intent to… Better nothing than something intermittent. I’ve been following your wicked scent, No matter how far or where it went. You don’t have to be the least bit penitent, ‘Cause to me, you’re oh, so heaven-sent. Don’t say your love is, now all spent, when we’re so, Imminent. There’s nothing that you need to recant. You’re in me now like a heart implant. My heart beats just for your special essence. Oh, for your wild luminescence Let’s grab the last chance to advance. When we’re so, imminent, So very, Imminent.
Michael Dyer
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WOULD HAVE BUT WON’T Michael Dyer © 2006 I would have loved you every dawn to twilight; I would been the site of your night’s delight. I would have kissed away your tender, troubled tears. I would have soothed away your darkest fears. I would have always been there at your side, I would have backed you in everything you tried. But I won’t wait for your lies to, somehow, turn into truth. and I won’t turn a blind eye to your cheating, based on some lame excuse. and I won’t just, give and give, and give and give, and give and give, and give, When you just seem to take, and take, and what I give passes through you, just like an sieve. I would have loved you from every dawn to twilight. I would have been the site of your day’s delight. I would have never let you come undone. I would have moved the Earth. I would have hauled a ton. I would have taken on any enterprise. I would have joined your dreams, no matter what the size. But I won’t wait and wait, and wait and wait, and wait and wait, and wait. I’m not some hungry fish, eyeing for some underwater bait. I won’t hold the bag, take the fall, play the fool; bang my head against a wall. I won’t give and give, and give and give, when you take and take, just like sieve. I would have always been there at your side, I would have, but I won’t.
Michael Dyer
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I wanted to capture that dizzying, overwhelming feeling you get when you're so much in love with someone.

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AS YOU LAY DOWN Michael Dyer © 2006 As you lay down, in the meadow, your auburn hair glows gold yellow. And a seagull wings through the dawn, then it’s gone. With the wind on its journey to be free, on the open seas. And a cloud swerves, with icy nerves, leaving changing curves. As you lay down, among the flowering, it’s a vision, so overpowering. And I see red-violet skies, reflected, in your eyes. The mist, on your bare skin, is a view of heaven. And I wonder, oh wonder, why destiny, has brought me a being, so lovely. As you lay down, on the soft grass, a breeze of leaves, sweeps away the past. And these feelings leave me quite reeling. Their meanings are both sealed and revealed. And I wonder, oh wonder, why destiny, has brought me, such ecstasy. As you lay down, by my side, your full lips form a beguiling smile. And a sunbeam dances on the mist, waiting to be kissed. Hopes and fears mingle in the warming air; laying bare, All dreams and goals, and our bodies and souls. And these feelings leave me quite reeling. And I wonder, oh wonder, why destiny, has brought me, such ecstasy.
Michael Dyer
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What I like about this song is that I can play around with my voice -- making it quavery, hoarse, etc. as different avenues are tried.

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WHAT’S THE RIGHT AVENUE? Michael Dyer © 2006 How can I get through to you? What’s the right avenue? You’ve got me by the soul. I’m just no longer whole. Like a shattered glass bowl, and it’s taking its toll. How can I get through to you? What’s the right avenue? I could be effervescent and, oh, so pleasant, Or I could be stressed and restless and, oh, so hell-bent. I could be rough and gruff; hoarse and gritty, just like the city. Or I could be soft and lofty and beg for your pity. But I don’t wanna have to change my goals. Don’t wanna have to play new roles. Don’t wanna have to patch my gaping holes. Oh, too soon, that would grow so old. How can I get through to you? What’s the right avenue? I could be quaver-y and jittery, just like jello. Or I could be calm and, oh, so very mellow. I could be swooping down from high above, Or crawling up from far below. Oh, I just don’t know. How can I get through to you? What’s the right avenue? You’ve got me by the soul. I’m just no longer whole. Like a shattered glass bowl, and it’s taking its toll. How can I get through to you? What’s the right avenue? Oh, what’s the right avenue? The right avenue.
Michael Dyer
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I wrote a song in Spanish that was supposed to be humorous and it was also supposed to be sung mostly in falsetto. My daughter didn't like the lyrics or the excessive amount of falsetto but said she thought the melody was good so I wrote a new set of lyrics, this time, in English.

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EVERYBODY’S COMING TO THE PARTY Michael Dyer © 2006 Everybody’s comin’, to the party, dancin’ and ravin’ and drinkin’ so hearty. Everybody’s left their cares behind, everybody’s lookin’, oh, so fine. Tap is gonna flow, like an endless tide, with everybody dancin’ at their side. Bands are gonna play, throughout the day, way into the night, which is more than Ok. When everybody yells “hey!” It’s time to join in the fray. Now is the time to scream and play. Now is the time to go astray. Now is the moment to be beguiled. Follow the scent into the wild. I’m with my baby, movin’ so crazy. The beat is gettin’ to me. My mind is getting’ hazy. Sex n’ drugs and rock n’ roll is what they hate, but the rave is now and now it’s too late. Tap is gonna flow, like an endless tide, with everybody dancin’ at their side. Bands are gonna play, throughout the day, way into the night, … more than Ok. When everybody yells “hey!” It’s time to join in the fray. Now is the time to scream and play. Now is the time to go astray. Now is the moment to be beguiled. Time to descend into the wild. Nobody can party, as hard as Marty, and nobody can dance, as wild as Nance. Nobody can drink, as much as Pinky, and nobody can sing as bad as ol’ Bing. Hey! hey!,… hey! yaeh,… hey! hey!, … hey! yaeh! Tap is gonna flow, like an endless tide, with everybody dancin’ at their side. Hey! hey!,… hey! yaeh!

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