Michael Dyer
0000-00-00

Story

I have a friend who fell for someone I didn't like and then my friend was treated badly by that person. This song is my advice to anyone in that situation (which is basically to yank out Cupid's "dirty ol' dart"). Unfortunately, that's easier said than done.

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CUPID'S DIRTY OL' DART Michael Dyer © 2007 Slippery love. You gotta fall. Take bad with good. Take it all. Slippery love. Get off your knees. Carpe Diem, day to seize. So you got some shattered goals, Some of love's, small potholes. So you got a broken heart, just what you need to make, A new start. You can play a whole, new part. Just yank out, Cupid's dirty ol' dart! Pick yourself up. Brush off the dirt. Pick yourself up. Brush off the hurt. Pick yourself up. Brush off the bruises. If you don't it's you that loses. Pick yourself up. Get off your butt. The highs caress. The lows will cut. Get away, from this mess. Don't be so damn, Clueless! You can play a whole new role. You can be, Debonair and droll. But just get out of that, Love hole! Pick yourself up. Brush off the dirt. Pick yourself up. Brush off the hurt. Pick yourself up. Brush off the bruises. If you don't it's you that loses. So you got, some shattered goals, Some of love's, small potholes. So you got a broken heart, just what you need to make, A new start. You can play a whole, new part. Just yank out, Cupid's dirty ol' dart!
Michael Dyer
0000-00-00

Story

I wrote this song pretty quickly. I just listed every part of her that I love. The only difficulty was figuring out how to include certain parts of her body in a tasteful (but still forceful) way.

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LOVE HER SHOULDERS WHEN THEY'RE BARE Michael Dyer © 2007 Love her shoulders when they're bare. Love her neck, her long, soft hair. Love her navel. Love her arms. I'm so able to list her charms. Love her eyes, so very wise. See the skies, in their surprise. Love her cheeks. Love her smile. Says "Stay with me." Says "Stay a while." I'll stay. Can't tear me away. Love her ankles. Love her knees. She can dance. She can tease. Love her elbows. Love her wrists. She can sway. She can kiss. Love her nose down to her toes. I know our love won't grow cold. Love her smell, so very well. Can't you tell? She makes me yell! I love her soul, So well. Love her thighs, how she sighs. Makes me high. Makes me fly. Love her loins like golden coins. Where we meet. Where we join. Love her breasts, a soft caress. Ends my quest; always best. Love her butt and how she struts. Drives me wild. Drives me, So nuts! Beguiles me, Wildly. Love her lips. Love her tongue. Love her voice, songs she has sung. Love her fingers. Love her hands. Love that I'm her lover man. Love her passion. Love her heart. Our two souls can't stay apart. Love her shoulders when they're bare. Love her neck, her long, soft hair. Her long, Soft hair.
Michael Dyer
0000-00-00

Story

I got an upgrade to my music-production software. This upgrade enabled me to speed up and slow down the overall tempo of any part of a completed song and I wanted to try out this feature, so I conceived of a song that uses the metaphor of a roller coaster. This is currently my only song (in all 5 of my albums) that changes the tempo throughout the song. For the rising and falling of the roller coaster, I play the guitar using bottleneck-slide technique.

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ROLLER COASTER LOVER Michael Dyer © 2007 Being with you's like being on a roller coaster ride. You've got my heart all liquified. Sometimes we're on, top of the world. I see us goin' far, But then we plunge. Drop so low and so fast. How can we last? Sometimes we slide and glide up, so slow and, oh, so mellow, Then swoop down, fling ourselves around, so aghast and so fast, What's still to be, is already, now in the past. Wow! What a ride you've got me on. Feel the rise. Feel the fall. Feel the plunge, from a thousand-foot wall. Feel the highs. Feel the lows. Feel what comes and feel what goes. Feel the Gs of defied gravities! What a roller coaster ride you've got me on. Now I'm astride, a gorgeous Jekyll and Hyde, on the far side, About to collide, my heart all liquified. I'll agree you're full of thrills, But can I survive the fever and chills, down my spine? But without you, I mope and pine. Mope and pine, for our crazy times. Grope and grind, for our wicked crimes. Wow! You're my roller coaster lover, My day-glo poster, poppin' toaster lover, My gotta-have-the-most-of-her, roller coaster lover. My burnin'-bright-hot-lava-site roaster lover. My leap-with-delight-outta-sight roller coaster lover. This coaster ride just cannot be denied. Cannot be denied. Cannot be denied. Cannot be denied.
Michael Dyer
0000-00-00

Story

In the case of this song, I may have been influenced by Glen Hansard's music in the movie "Once". I think that this particular song has a style that is reminiscent of some of his songs.

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BUTTERFLY'S RELEASE Michael Dyer © 2007 I'm alone as I can be. Your single tear has decimated me. Nowhere now to go but down. Hear the waves crashing sound. And I wonder where loves goes, With the seagulls flying high. And I wonder how love froze, With the sun still in the sky. A single tear falls down your cheek, Hits the ground and starts to seek, The other drops that make the mist, Ocean spray that kissed your wrist. And I wonder where loves hides, When the rose is turned aside. And I wonder how love ceased, With the butterfly's release. Sun is setting. Soon your face, Features darkness will erase. Footprints on the sands that stay, Ocean tides will wash away. And I wonder where loves hides, When the rose is turned aside. And I wonder how love ceased, With the butterfly's release. And I wonder how love ceased, With the butterfly's release.
Michael Dyer
0000-00-00

Story

During the summer I hurt my back and was forced to lie in bed for several weeks. I was feeling sorry for myself, so I decided that I needed to write a blues song. That's why the main character in the song has a messed-up back. I also became interested in developing a pick in which the fingers of my left hand would be moving continuously while the right hand is picking away. Finally, since it's a blues song, I added a harmonica track and then decided to play a second harmonica against the first one in a kind of "blues duet".

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TAR PAPER BLUES Michael Dyer © 2007 Got the blues, tar paper blues. No daylight hues to these blues, dark tar paper blues, Just pitch-black, midnight, no-light-in-sight, Tar paper blues. My baby done quit on me. She's gone an' split on me. My baby done quit on me. She's gone an' split. Thought we were twos, but love's gotta lose, Thought we were paired. Now she's nowhere. She jus' can't take no more, Bein' so poor. Racked my back liftin' stones, now I'm laid out on the floor. Racked my back an' my bones, now I'm laid out on the floor. So much I lack, 'cause I can't work no more. Floor's cold and hard, unforgivin' as sin. Floor's cold and hard, unforgivin' as sin. Door's cracked and barred, No way to be livin'. Roof's cavin' in, on my tar paper shack. Roof's cavin' in, on my tar paper shack. Cut me some slack. All I lack. Got no knack for livin'. Guess I ain't got no knack, For livin'. My baby done split, She's called it quits. I'm at my wits, wits end, with no money to spend. Can't even manage to sit. Gotta lie down an' take it. My playin' cards, I fold. My queen of hearts is cold. My furniture, sold, an' no one to hold. Got the blues, tar paper blues. No daylight hues to these blues, dark tar paper blues, Just pitch-black, midnight, no-light-in-sight, Tar paper blues.
Michael Dyer
0000-00-00

Story

I was thinking about how relationships have a kind of 'rhythm' to them and when lovers are 'in sync' then the 'notes' of their love could be said to be 'syncopating' properly. I then started searching for words that rhyme with "syncopate" and it turned out that there are surprisingly many: inflate, hate, alienate, wait, innate, fate, hesitate, late, incubate, straight, crate, satiate, invalidate, plate, great, initiate, bait, rotate, trait, rate, overstate, date, equate, slate, dissipate, gait, create, mate – to name a few – and I enjoyed figuring out how to appropriately use all of these in the same song. Since the song is about syncopation, I also made the harmonies syncopate with each other – thus I sang some of the harmonies in a time-shifted manner.

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YOU CAN SYNCOPATE YOUR LOVIN’ RATE Michael Dyer © 2007 Your mental state's not so great. You’re finding only what you hate. Your current mate, you gotta rotate. He's an ingrate who just inflates, overstates, invalidates, alienates. Why choose just what’s on your plate? Why stand for what just won’t wait? Well, it’s not too late. Don’t equate your empty slate with your long-term fate, ‘Cause you can syncopate your lovin’ rate and rhyme so fine with mine. You can syncopate your lovin’ rate and rhyme so fine with mine. Did you fail to leave the starting gate? Pick twisted doors not so straight? Did you take his offered bait? End up in some transport crate? Well, it’s not too late. Don’t equate your empty slate with your long-term fate, ‘Cause you can syncopate your lovin’ rate and rhyme so fine with mine. You can syncopate your lovin’ rate and rhyme so fine with mine. You can incubate what you want to create. You can alter your faltering gait. You gotta recreate each day and date. Initiate something new and great. Well, it’s not too late. Don’t equate your empty slate with your long-term fate, ‘Cause you can syncopate your lovin’ rate and rhyme so fine with mine. You can syncopate your lovin’ rate and rhyme so fine with mine. You know you know, a love so innate, will always satiate. You know you know, a love with this trait, will never dissipate. So don’t hesitate. Your fate is in your hands and it’s not too late, ‘Cause you can syncopate your lovin’ rate and rhyme so fine with mine. You can syncopate your lovin’ rate and rhyme so fine with mine. You can syncopate your lovin’ rate and rhyme so fine with mine. You can syncopate your lovin’ rate and rhyme, So fine, with mine.
Michael Dyer
0000-00-00

Story

Some of us have seriously contemplated suicide at various times in our lives, when, for various reasons, we get quite depressed. This was one of those times. Luckily, I've always had the good sense to realize that, since death is so permanent, everything else should be tried first. (I read that people who attempt suicide but fail to kill themselves in that attempt often never try it again, but, ironically, are left permanently crippled as a result of the attempt, so I don't recommend it.)

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DARKEST NIGHT OF MY SOUL Michael Dyer © 2007 Darkest night of my soul. World devoid of color. Just shades of black. One door open, no other. Behind, all my dreams, in ruin. Ahead, an abyss. Just some winds blew in, for a final kiss. Darkest night of my soul. Gun by my bed. One-bullet chamber, aimed for my head. Time about to stand still. What might have been, never will. Darkest night of my soul. Oh, so cold. Then an image took hold. An image took hold. Your worried face appeared, full of love and fear. Oh, in my soul, a vision took hold. Your knowing eyes appeared, full of tears. Full of tears. A faint glow at first, then a steady thirst, Your smile grows to reveal, the beauty you feel, About life’s magic, movie reel of dreams, No matter how desperate it seems. Darkest night of my soul. Your body, your breath, Warms away death, and all, all distress. Darkest night of my soul. A window appears. Your life-line’s in view. I crawl toward you. The abyss beckons, but your window is near. With a rainbow in view, I claw my way through! Claw my way. Darkest night, of my soul, Darkest night, of my soul. Darkest Night.
Michael Dyer
0000-00-00

Story

Once I got the idea – namely, of counting down the months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds until he can again be with his love -- the song became a forgone conclusion. To give musical variation to the lyrics, some lyrics are sung with a standard rock-n-roll chord progression (D C G) while others are sung with those chords modified (namely, D becomes D7sus4; C becomes C7sus4, and G becomes G7). In late 2007 I started learning the harmonica, so I just had to play it in a song and this became the first song on any CD of mine with harmonica as a lead instrument.

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COUNTIN’ DOWN Michael Dyer © 2007 Let’s go! 10 9 8 7 si-ix 5. 9 8 7 6 fi-ive 4. He’s countin’ down to 1. Gotta love her more. Countin’ down the months for the one he hunts for. Countin’ down the weeks ‘til he touches her cheeks. Countin’ down the days and all the ways, To love her when she comes. Love her when she stays. Love her when she comes an' love her when she stays. 8 7 6 5 4, 3. 7 6 5 4 3-ee 2. Countin’ down to 1. He’s on a run. What a dreamy vision. No decision. She jumped his bones. Hurtin’ heart groans. Body just aches. Nights lies awake, Countin' ways to love her, under the covers. Countin' ways to love her, under the covers. 6 5 4 3 2-oo 1. 5 4 3-ee 2-oo 1. Countin’ down to 1. He's comin’ undone. He's countin’ down the hours, and all the powers, That kept her from him, almost done him in. Now he’s hanging on, by his fingertips, Dreamin’ of her eyes an' dreamin’ of her lips. Dreamin’ of her eyes an’ dreamin’ of her lips. 4 3 2-oo oo-oo 1. 3-ee 2-oo, oo-oo 1. Countin’ down to 1. He’s on a run. Countin’ down the ways to love her when she comes. Countin’ down the ways to love her when she stays. 10 9 8, 7 6 5, 4 3 2-oo, oo-oo 1. Countin’ down to one; comin’ undone. Countin’ down the ways to love her when she comes. Countin’ down the ways to love her when she stays. Countin’ down the minutes, gotta gotta win it. Countin’ down seconds. Her vision now beckons. Countin’ down, countin’ down. All agony, All agony, turns to ecstasy. All agony, turns to ecstasy!
Michael Dyer
0000-00-00

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I wanted to write another blues song but I was tired of the standard blues chord progressions (such as E7 A7 E7 A7 B7). Instead of going from E7 to A7, my song goes from E7 to A#7; instead of A7 back to E7, the song goes from A7 to C#7, etc. The result is a rather strange-sounding blues song. In spite of the unusual chord progressions, I think it still retains a somewhat bluesy sound because the guitar plays blues-style riffs.

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I’M NOT SOME REPROBATE Michael Dyer © 2007 I’m not some reprobate. I’m just a little inebriated. I’m not some ingrate. Don’t hate me, but lately, I feel like a neonate. Been late on the up-take. Now I can not satiate, my need for another date, With you, oh, with you. I’m not a manipulator. Won’t take you down the up elevator. I’m not some potentate. Can’t control what’s to be our fate. But I can definitely state, that I won’t desecrate. I won’t alienate. I won’t liquidate. Just stay and see. Not one to debate or deliberate. Won’t understate or insinuate. I’m not one to relocate. Won’t abandon or separate. I feel we’ve reciprocated. Hope we can consecrate. I feel we’ve resonated. Hope we can consummate I can definitively state: there’s something great to be. Let’s not debate or deliberate. Let fate be our destiny. Just stay and see. I’m not some reprobate. I’m just a little inebriated. I’m not some ingrate. Hope now you’re alleviated. Hope you’ll stay and relate. Hope it’s not too late. Not too late.
Michael Dyer
0000-00-00

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A good friend of my eldest daughter died tragically in a car accident. This friend (Angela) and her boyfriend (Jonathan) had just graduated college. They were in the backseat of a car that hit a tree and caught on fire. They were knocked unconscious and so were unable to get out in time. This tragic event inspired both the music and lyrics to this song, which has some unusual chords (such as E4Maj7, C#mMaj7 and Bm5+).

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WE'RE ALL A WORK IN PROGRESS Michael Dyer © 2007 We’re all a work in progress, formed from primordial clay. Three billion years ago -- give or take a day. To make it to this "now", took unbroken chains of being. That still, somehow, seek life’s meaning. We’re all a work in progress, extinction just a step away, My daughter lost a good friend, Just the other day. That chain has now been broken. Cannot be repaired. Destiny has spoken. Her fate could not be spared. We’re all a work in progress, living out a dream, Then Chaos coughs or laughs, and we can only scream, To try to awaken, from our own nightmare, ‘Though we’re not asleep. If only to care, could be the way, To keep a friend’s life alive, out there. We’re all a work in progress, no more and little less. All links on chains of being, Trying to coalesce, Around and with each other, Whenever and whoever, Loved her. Hold strong against her loss. These links are worth the cost. We’re all a work in progress, gone any moment. Fate will not relent. Death will not repent. But we must still seek life’s sweet, mysterious scent. No one can digress when we’re all, Linked in, A work in progress.
Michael Dyer
0000-00-00

Story

In this case I became enamored with a simple folk-style chord progression. Just before going to bed I would lie in my bed, in the dark, playing those chords over and over. The next morning I worked out a melody and then wrote out all of the music to the song, but I had no lyrics. A day later I went to the L.A. County Fair and met a very nice old couple (in their 80s) who told me how they had met and married back in the 1950s. That interaction inspired the lyrics to this song. Of course, "old" in "old gold bands" could mean a few years or many decades -- it's up to the listener.

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OLD GOLD BANDS Michael Dyer © 2007 You're my wind, sky and trees. You're my woods, with autumn leaves. You're my sunset on the sands, A beach fire with, holding hands, And old, gold bands. You're the butterfly, on my flower. You're the waves' crashing power. You're the tune, lovers sing, The rainbow that, moonlight brings, In a diamond ring. I can see so far. I can see so far! You're my cinnamon, lavender rose. You're wherever spring-water flows. You're my honeysuckle vine, The deepest of dark red, red wine, At a wedding time. You're the breeze that blows my mind, Your laughter, coming up from behind. You're my sunrise, on the sands, A bonfire with, holding hands, And old, gold bands. I can see so far. I can see so far!
Michael Dyer
0000-00-00

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I was listening to Crosby, Stills and Young's song "Helplessly Hoping". I really love the alliteration in that song ("Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers ...") and also its 3-part harmonies, so I decided to try my hand at a song with lots of alliteration and some 3-part harmonies. I was also thinking about the fact that a good friend of mine was never able to have children. What resulted from these two threads of thought was this song. It's interesting that, although "Drastic'ly Drooping" was inspired by "Helplessly Hoping" it doesn't sound anything like that song.

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DRASTIC'LY DROOPING Michael Dyer © 2007 Drastic'ly drooping, her dahlias are dying alone, Dry as a bone. Sadly now stooping, her snapdragons squeezing on stones, No moisture at home. Limping, her lilacs are lacking the last of her love, That once came from above. How heavy the heart, when lovers so linked, Must peel roots apart, With hellish heart stains. How hard to heal hopes, When hopelessness rains. Bitter, her bluebells are buried to badly to bloom, Begging for room. Knowing now never to need the nurs'ry again, All flowers do bend. Poorly, their petals keep trying to please and appease, But can't ease the pain. When loss lays claim, Helplessness remains. When driven insane, Hopelessness rains. Drastic'ly drooping, her dahlias are dying alone, Dry as a bone. Drastic'ly drooping her hopes for a child have flown. She's lying alone. She's lying alone, Lying alone, Lying, Alone.

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