Musical Shadows
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Have you wondered what life would look like through the eyes of youth?
What do we express in our needs, attentions, and desires?
What is the Fountain of Folly?
Who are the Millennials?
Read about these matters and more in the pages of this special collection of Alan Lewis Silva's musical shadows.
Alan Lewis Silva is an original California author and folk singer, who is an independent publisher of over 400 songs in the vein of blues, grunge, rock, and jazz. His songs are lyrically oriented, laden with imagery, and express the plights and imaginations of the soul either submerged or emerging from the process and after-affects of the Information Age.
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Musical Shadows - Alan Lewis Silva
MUSICAL SHADOWS
Alan Lewis Silva
All songs copyright © 2016 by Alan Lewis Silva.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-716-13622-1
Imprint: Lulu.com 978-1-716-13622-1
Musical Shadows
A Discourse on Deconditionism
A Discourse on Deconditionism—
The outsider of literature,
As signaled by a change
In the mode of production:
Situation One
The difference between translations,
Between forms,
What is lost in the exchange:
Situation Two
A deconditioned perspective,
Unrecognizing previous ones
By actively radiating
Existence,
A world,
A cosmology,
The production of which
Is a change in the mode of reduction,
Thereby deconditioning society:
Situation Three (Nascimento Entonces)
The formation of unity,
Collective bond among us,
That I call the bond of this
Deconditioned reality:
Situation Four
Somehow findin’ a way
Of evading things,
Living on the margins,
Daring to try the limitations of freedom—
Situation Five:
Escaping tyranny
By implementing personal counter-measures,
Which is everything,
You know and can use
The skills you possess,
The talent, which is you,
In other words by becoming:
Situation Six
Recording the thing you have became,
Capturing as much as possible,
And to become it
By working with it:
Situation Seven (Nascimento Historia)
Shadows fall
Over the evening windows…
A voice calls from inside a room
You see a person by a bed
She is focused
On an unknown form in the bed
You come closer and feel
A small retinue of lights
Following you as you approach,
Not aware
That your bed-drifting is over your hands
A blanket covers you
And sense gentility,
And are looking
At the person facing you
It is a mannequin
You are a doll,
And you become petrified
Like an ancient wood
Or a statue made of stone
An Idyll Dream
An idyll dream,
An idyll dream...
In a Mystic Disease
(Part One)
A Dream Is a Dream
Woke up in the evening
‘Bout suppertime—
Didn’t know if it was day or night
It was still light outside
I was inside
About suppertime
In July
I woke up
I had a dream
You answered the phone,
Thankful enough for that—
Something like a theme park—
The people were in their rides
I really cared
I really cared…
I really cared for them
People,
My consciousness,
The passengers of the ride:
Go up the right
Go down the slide
Go up the hill
Go down the side
You know some dreams are not so silly
They mean somethin’ sometimes
I had a dream that I was alive
I had a dream
If you can dream it,
You can be it
You can do it if you dream—
You can do it if you dream…
A Guy Like Me
It’s in my blood,
The way it feels,
When you go out
And spin car wheels
A fool I been
It’s gotta be
To be in love with a girl like you,
To be a guy like me
There’s tears and rain
Comin’ down today
You won’t be good,
So you’re goin’ away
It doesn’t bother you,
But it hurts me
To be in love with a girl like you,
To be a guy like me
The day is dim
Summer’s down
The feet of sorrow
Stamp the ground,
And misery
Is always free
To be in love with a girl like you,
To be a guy like me
A Musical Letter
My name is Nobody
I think that we’ve met before
Your name is Cristin
I’ve been to Colombia
I met someone on the Internet
I thought we might get married,
But I didn’t have my birth certificate
Nothing ever turns out right
Too often
I hope to change that
I pray for solution
People are selfish
And an illusion
Cristin, O Cristin,
You are someone special
Don’t know you very well,
Or maybe I know enough to say
I hope you’re doing wonderful
And that you’re happy today
As for me,
I’m here waitin’
For someone
Tryin’ to be active,
Tryin’ to make a difference in this world
‘Cause I’m not alone here
Despite the obvious…
God bless you
A Port in Ghent
There’s no bone in her arm
She was a friendly socialista
With concerns of breasts and pussy plates
For the men of the great clam bake
He gave them instructions
On what to do with their weapons
The Captain drew his men
To a Port in Ghent
Fräulein, Herr Gobels’ shoulder
Is pinned beneath swinging hammers,
Flowers spinning,
Blades recoiling
He gave them instructions
On what to do with their weapons
The Captain took his men
To a Port in Ghent
I stayed in parks and train stations
Askin’, Who really gives up?
Captain traded a pigeon,
For a woman
I was given
His master and his mistress make love
His hip is tied to hers with wire,
And once she receives the Word,
She flies off like a messenger bird
The family eats with spoons
They’ve caught some food
The toad drips with mustard
They have fish eyes
In custard
While everyone’s distracted
By the flaming boy in pink,
They forget to show the man
That he did stink
He gave them instructions
On what to do with their weapons
The Captain took his men
To a Port in Ghent
To a poor in Ghent
About Indian Creek
Well, I staggered through Indian Creek
With an ache at my side
I set myself through the world,
Leavin’ you behind
And, I’m stranded on a switchback
There’s snow on the road,
And it’s freezin’ my senses
All that’s livin’ turns cold
All that’s living turns cold…
Oh Honey, don’t you know?
We never get old
Oh Honey, don’t you know
We never get old?
We stay this way forever,
Drawing me into your home,
Drawing me into your home…
But there’s something about a Roman poet
That reminds me
O’ how to deal with you emotionally—
Why deny good love?
Why deny good love?
Why deny good love?
Honey, I don’t let it go
I don’t let it go
On the middling
Because I never get old
Acho Que
I feel that
We’re not together made
I think that my big soul,
Poor beneath your feet,
Contaminates
The whole month
I feel that,
My longing
Tuesday was very pretty
Wednesday was the just the same
Sunday is very fun
Saturday is very bad
I feel that
Guardians are always
You are one for love
In life,
In the near-foreign sky,
In the stars
I write, I feel that
You for me
Airport Blues
I saw you in the graveyard
You were looking for me
With the flowers in your hand
In the graveyard—
Well, how many years has it been…
Since you left me
When you told me like a thief
That you wanted?
That you wanted to be released?
Well, I’m down here, and you’re out there—
With the pie in the sky, and you say that you care—
Well, I’m sleepin’ by the window,
And the phone is ringing
Well, I’m going back to bed, but
A voice is singin’
It seems like February,
But I know that it’s June,
And I’m living on an island,
Or I’m sailing to the Moon
Arrivin’ on the airport
The airport—
Well, don’t hurt your feelings, babe
I’m covered with blankets, and the light ends
Well, you and your dreams,
you said
You and your dreams
Ooh,
he said
Well, I bought some oranges,
And I sat outside
I heard the swallow,
And then I saw it fly
Well, it seems like the more I move,
A part of me will stay,
But I let it all pass over
To another day
In the airport
Well, don’t hurt your feelings, babe
I’m covered with blankets, and the light is
Well, you and your dreams
you said
You and your dreams,
you said
In the airport
In the airport—
Alanthebarbarian
Alanthebarbarian
Is king of nothin’
He’s a barbarian
He doesn’t have a home
He’s a lone man,
But he ain’t mad
He’s got ambition
He brings the culture
He brings some light
He brings adventure
To your ordinary lives
Alanthebarbarian
Alanthebarbarian
Alanthebarbarian…
He’s got a sword
It starts with Word
He’s got a word sword
He’s got some things to say
(I guess they rhyme their poetry),
But he doesn’t know
The future of existence,
Only the promise of hope
That wisdom will promote
Drink from the cup of light
Over-flowing
You gotta find a wife
(You gotta find a wife)
Too many people are lonely
Too many people are sad
Too many people are left only
Thinkin’ about what they don’t have
We can change that
You can be my friend
We can find a solution
This is not the end
Alanthebarbarian
Alanthebarbarian
Alanthebarbarian,
Is loomin’
Down the streets of Rome
Did Aeneus write poems?
"I don’t think so
He gave birth to King Silvius
"But that’s not enough
"For me to cling to
I need the Cup of Life
"So ask the One who holds it
"Where justice proceeds from the throne
And judgment and righteousness
"And mercy
Lasting for eternity
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, laaaaaaa—
All It Becomes
When I was born,
I slept on the grey dawn
When I was five,
I stared through the trees
When I was you,
I gazed in wild wonder
When I was blue,
You needed me
And all it becomes
Is just another story
We tell to each other
At our grandfather’s end
And all it becomes
Is just another story
We tell each other
Before we go to bed
When I was nineteen,
I tasted the lovers
When I was twenty,
I sailed away
When I was lost,
I held life for ransom
When I was free,
They threw it away
When I was angry,
I shook up the coal market
When I was hungry,
I came to your house
And all it becomes
Is just another story
We tell to each other
At our grandfather’s end
And all it becomes
Is just another story
We tell each other
Before goin’ to bed
Lord, my sweetheart,
How can this go on?
You fed me and bled me
In the hope of doin’ better
For the lightnin’ that struck your lawn
Can I warm with you, baby?
I’ve gotta have some reason to go on
I need
The electricity,
But all it becomes
Is just another story
We tell at our grandfather’s end
All it becomes
Is just another story
Before goin’ to bed…
American Highway
She had dark hair
She was
Like a black goat
Some people would ship-talk image
Because to them it meant something
Just a teenage devil,
Teenage angel
He had
Some leather pants
He had
A hair slicked back
He looked almost like Elvis might
As a posing hipster
Together they traveled
Down the valley
Together back into
The residential community
Together they made love
In a house in a bed
She has his baby
She’s got his baby
He’s got her best friend
She’s got her baby
She’s got to be just a little bit crazy
He’s a real man
He’s a real man
He’s a real man-killer
He took the
Bus
To the trolley station,
And when he went home,
His bags were packed
He’s off, for the ship’s leaving
I love America,
He says to the bus driver
I love America
He’s got a baby
He’s got a woman
He’s got a baby
She makin’ him
Get a job
Amy
Her name is Amy
She’s my lady
She calls me Baby,
Amy
She was born in the sunlight
She was born in the stars
When she was a baby,
Yeah, she was
When she was in love
She was smiling,
When she was inside,
She was knowin’
Amy—
Amy
Amy
She runs around
She is lost and found
She has got a
Little present
In her pocket
Won’t you let me see it?
Amy
She said, It’s special
I know it’s special
She said its secret
I know its secret
I know it’s secret
Amy
Amy
Another Refugee
Come on down
We’re gonna have some fun,
Put a pig on a spit,
And stare at the sun,
And if I don’t see you soon, baby, I’ll be done
It never seemed to me that you’re the lonely one
Worked so hard that I think I’ll swoon,
Crawl through the dirt,
And then I’ll stare at the Moon
You know I did it for you,
But you did it for me—
Maybe just another idea to believe
Well, the ghost of your love still keeps me awake
With a puddle of tears and a dream I can’t shake
I wanted to come here
Why do I want to escape?
I look good for my age, but my heart’s out of shape
The grass is sweet
The lawn is kept
The yard is green all but for me except the spot
Where we killed ourselves last time
Why do we have to draw these lines?
Every time I see you I feel like a pushin’ a wall,
Tearin’ out the bottom just to find it all
Tired of lookin’ out, so I’ve got to look in,
Drink a bottle of blues
Then the room begins to spin…
Apple Tree
Don’t come around my apple tree,
My apple tree, my apple tree
Don’t come around my apple tree
No more, and not for me
Well, I’m gonna come ‘round your apple tree,
Your apple tree, your apple tree
I’m gonna go to your apple tree,
Oh yeah, baby
Well, don’t do it
No, no, no, no
Well, okay, maybe,
But not for thee—
Well, I found your orange tree,
Your orange tree
I’m gonna get your orange tree,
Oh yeah, baby
The air is thick
The juith will stick
To any kind of bandage
I make of it
I’m gonna go ‘round your orange tree,
Oh yeah, baby
Oh yippee!
I’ll cut down your apple tree,
Your apple tree, your apple tree
I’ll cut down your apple tree
Oh lord! Oh, no, baby!
The branch is hard
The trunk is thick
I burnt the furnace
That’s the last of it
Well, you don’t gotta be so nonchalant about it
Um hm…
Apples of Eyes
I have heard it spoken
That I’m not on the level
Of jazz musicians
And major league devils
As if time doesn’t matter,
They could only care less
About ten thousand spies
Apples of eyes
Alive in the crowd
I love to see
Their apples of eyes
Falling in love
With apples of eyes
What I have still belongs to me
I can make alterations
For customs I’ve shunned
I think I’ll save the date
Apples of eyes
I love to see
Alive in the crowd,
Apples of eyes,
Falling in love
With apples of eyes
What can you do with them?
What can’t you do?
Who has them?
Who doesn’t have them?
There was a stream by a bubblin’ brook
There were ducks in the reeds
And fishing lines on hooks
Until it was bulldozed
To produce snow globes,
And the spring
Returned
To an underground home
Apples of eyes
Alive in the crowd,
Apples of eyes
Falling in love,
I love to see
Their apples of eyes
Eyes
(Eyes)
Are You Ready
Are you ready to think?
Are you prepared to take a drink?
The henchmen sing aloud
On sand dunes
For an empty audience
Are you here or there?
Are you aware there?
Are you aware of acorns below?
Seeds festoon the beauty above
And an ocean made of Love
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Exploration never closes
Inside a room of crashing beaches
The ripples flow beyond
I go outside for you
On a riverboat I glide
The water’s light
Is to me a livin’ painting
I catch fish
Write down
I write
Down that stirs my mixture
Of one-third the Moon
And a quarter of the Earth
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready to think?
Are you prepared to take a drink?
The henchmen sing aloud
On sand dunes
For an empty audience
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Yeah
Oh yeah!
Huh, huh, huh, huh,
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh,
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh,
Huh, huh, huh, huh,huh, huh, huh,
Huh, huh, huh, huh,
Huh, huh,
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh,
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Arriving in Port
Arriving in port in the middle o’ the ocean,
Ponta Delgada, what a commotion—
Foreign papers are everywhere,
Conversation
Splitting through the air
Haul my luggage out to the suite
I’m at the bar talkin’, and who do I meet?
Filomena
By the stairs
Ah, yes, but what do I care?
I head back after talkin’ a while
With all the distressed people exiled
Early mornin’ there’s food at the fair—
Pineapples, cheese,
Beef, and beer
A bottle of wine under my bed
Soothes my mind and eases my head
Down by the beach on the yellow earth
A pretty young girl walks out from the church
A Festa starts not a week since I’m here
The bullfighters balk, and the horses are weird
Folk singers let it all ring out
The Blood of Cristo fills the town
Everyday the sun sets
As the night is filled with castanets
I take a boat out with a Moor
From Pico to Flores, Flores to São Jorge
Hillside cattle on the farms,
I fall asleep in a brunette’s arms
I’m on the island a month after that
I sell everything I own, and I buy a