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Hello fellow Confluxians! I’ve made it to episode #10. Woohoo!! Another A.P. Alchemy session where I bring you a short list of long songs….with an even shorter list of short songs that act as sound beds for me to talk over. I introduced something during the middle of the set where I posted the lyrics of the songs. That will now be part of the blog set list. Having something to read while you listen can be fun…like liner notes…..remember those.
Tune in next week for my ORIGIN STORY….yes…how I got to be as strange as I am has beginning….but for now. This week’s set list. Lyrical content will be below the set list.

1. Third Eye (13:47) by Tool from Aenima (1996) Progressive Metal
2. Mic Break: MK2 (0:53) by Radiohead from In Rainbows (2007) Electronica
3. The Death of Coyote Woman (8:12) by All The Witches from Lightning at the Door (2013) Stoner Blues Rock
4. Mic Break: Station II (0:47) by Paul McCartney from Egypt Station (2018) Rock
5. Home Invasion/Regret #9 (11:30) by Steven Wilson from Hand.Cannot.Erase. (2015) Progressive Metal
6. In the Shadows of Our Pale Companion (14:45) by Agalloch from The Mantle (2002) Death Metal
7. Mic Break: Away (1:28) by Múm from Summer Make Good (2004) Indie Rock
8. Change (15:59) by Oingo Boingo from Boingo (1994) Rock
9. Mic Break: Untitled (0:53) by Fugazi from The Argument
10. Thoughts Under a Dark Blue Light (16:33) by Sun Ra from The Lost Sun Ra Albums (Disc 1: Cymbals) (1973) Jazz
11. The Struggle to Survive (9:32) by Riverside from Wasteland (2018) Progressive Metal
12. Mic Break: Gold Distance (1:02) by Between the Buried and Me from Automata ! (2018) Progressive Metal
13. Separate Realities (11:27) by Trioscapes from Separate Realities (2012) Jazz Fusion
14. Mic Break: Spöksonat (0:56) by Ghost from Meliora (2015) Metal
15. Desolation Row (11:24) by Bob Dylan from Highway 61 Revisited (1965) Classic Folk Rock)
Lyrics: Third Eye
See, I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do
And if you don’t believe drugs have done good things for us
Do me a favor:
Go home tonight and take all your albums
All your tapes, and all your CD’s and burn em’
‘Cause you know what? the musicians who’ve made
All that great music that’s enhanced your lives throughout the years
Were Real fuckin’ high on drugs.”
Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to aslow vibration
That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively
There is no such thing as death
Life is only a dream
And we are the imagination of ourselves
Here’s Tom with the weather.”
It’s not a war on drugs, it’s a war on personal freedom
Keep that in mind at all times.” (Credit Bill Hicks with Comedy Routine….RIP Bill)
Dreaming of
That face again
It’s bright and blue
And shimmering
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it’s three warm and wild eyes
On my back
And tumbling
Down that hole
And back again (back again)
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye
In
Out
In
Out
A child’s rhyme stuck in my head
It said that life is but a dream
I’ve spent so many years in question
To find I’ve known this all along
“So good to see you
I’ve missed you so much
So glad it’s over
I’ve missed you so much
Came out to watch you play
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play
Why are you running?
Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been
I do not recognize the vessel
But the eyes seem so familiar
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song
So good to see you
I’ve missed you so much
So glad it’s over
I’ve missed you so much
Came out to watch you play
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play
Why are you running away?
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding
And you thought that I had run away
Chasing the tail of dogma
I opened my eye
I opened my eye
I opened my eye
I opened my eye
I opened my eye
I opened my eye
I opened my eye and there we were
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me
And you thought that I had run away
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Keenan Maynard James / Jones Adam Thomas / Carey Daniel Edwin / Chancellor Justin Gunner
Third Eye lyrics © Bmg Gold Songs, Emi Virgin Music Inc., Toolshed Music

Lyrics: Death of Coyote Woman
How have I been chased for so long
So long, so long
Every time heart beats I’ve grown strong
Grown strong, grown strong
All these things are brought up to me
Head on, bright on
All these things are brought up to me
Bright on, bright on
Bright on.
How have I been chased for so long
So long, so long
Every time heart beats, I’ve grown strong
Grown strong, grown strong
All these things are brought up to me
Bright on, bright on
All these things are brought up to me
Bright on, bright on
Bright on.
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: James Robert Staebler / Allan Barret Van Cleave / Benjamin Mcleod / Charles Michael Parks

Lyrics: Home Invasion/Regret #9
Download sex and download God.
Download the funds to meet the cost.
Download a dream home and a wife.
Download the ocean and the sky.

Another day of life has passed me by.
But I have lost all faith in what’s outside.
They only are the stars across the sky
And the wreckage of the night.

Download love and download war.
Download the shit you didn’t want.
Download the things that make you MAD.
Download the life you wish you had.

Another day of life has passed me by.
But I have lost all faith in what’s outside.
They only are the stars across the sky
And the wreckage of the night.

Writer(s): Steven John Wilson

Lyrics: In the Shadow of Our Pale Companion
Through vast valleys I wonder
To the highest peaks
On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
In search of God, in spite of man
‘Til the lost forsaken endless
This is where I choose to tread
Fall. so shall we fall into nihil?
The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale
In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us
Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here in the balance of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen and abandoned us?
As I’m stalked by the shadow of death’s hand
The fire in my heart is forged across the land
Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak
A citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God
Then God is not dead
I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away
Like every hope I’ve ever had
Like every dream I’ve ever known
It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea
Wash away
Fade away
Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here at the edge of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen to ruin?
As I’m stalked by the shadow of death’s hand
My heathen pride is scarred across the land
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: John Haughm

Lyrics: Change
Don’t you ever wonder why, nothing ever seems to change
If it does it’s for the worse, seems it’s just a modern curse
Sometimes when I take a peek outside of my little cage,
Everyone looks so asleep, will they die before they wake
And, hey. . . Don’t you know? We’re just products of our time and Hey . . .
What d’ya say? Show me yours, I’ll show you mine
Better dumb and happy than smart and without any friends
Better cute and better loud, better join up with the crowd
Keep up or be left behind, there’s a dust storm in my mind
Seems I can’t see straight these days, doesn’t matter anyway
Hey . . . Don’t you know? We’re just products of our times and
Hey, what d’ya say? Show me yours, I’ll show you mine
Hey, what d’ya say? Hey, what d’ya say? Please don’t ever –
Oh God, here’s that question now. The one that makes me go insane
I’d gladly tear my heart out if you never, never, never, never change
Do you want to change? Do you want to change right now?
Do you want to change . . . I like my stupid life, just the way it is
And I wouldn’t even change it for a thousand flying pigs
And I like you just the way you are, I like your face just the way it is
And I wouldn’t even change it for a herd of screaming kids
And I like you just the way you are, I like you though you may not like me back
I would dazzle you with brilliance, if I only had the knack
‘Cause I like you just the way you are, I like this life just the way it is
And the castles all around me, have been melting now for years
And it kills my brain to think of all the time I wasted here
All the efforts, sweat, and broken hearts, the screaming and the tears
And I’m dreaming again . . . Floating in a pool of mud
Try to get back where I was and I don’t really care
Got a little talking to, by the mirror in my room, and I don’t really care . . .
Whispering voices from the dead, come from underneath my bed
And I don’t really care . . .
I like my stupid life just the way it is
And the chaos that surrounds me like a flock of screaming pigs
And it hurts my brain to think of all the stupid things I’ve said
And if I could change the future I would change the past instead
And I’m dreaming again . . . and I’m dreaming again . . .
Baby – sometimes I worry about you
Sometimes you’re so far away, tell me what to do
I say, Baby . . . sometimes I worry about you
Sometimes I just can’t believe everything you do
I say, Baby . . . sometimes I worry about you
Every day I feel the same, don’t you feel it too
I say, Baby . . . sometimes I worry about me
Seems I’m falling down a lot, in between the scenes
I say, Baby . . . sometimes I worry about me
Getting harder all the time, harder now to see
I say, Baby . . . sometimes I worry about me
Light another cigarette, have another dream
It’s the same thing every day, nothing ever seems to change and I . . .
Do you really want to change?
Testaments and growing pains. Tranquilizers for the soul.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained – evolution’s cruelest joke
Why is everyone upset? I once knew but I forget. Something happened,
Something strange, something it appears has changed
Hey . . . Don’t you know? We’re just products of our times
And hey, what d’ya say? Show me yours, I’ll show you mine
Hey, what d’ya say? Hey, what d’ya say? Please don’t ever –
Oh God, here’s that question now, the one that makes me go insane
I’d gladly tear my heart out if you never, never, never, never change
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Daniel Elfman
Change lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Lyrics: Desolation Row
They’re selling postcards of the hanging, they’re painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, they’ve got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad they’re restless, they need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy, “It takes one to know one, ” she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning. “You Belong to Me I Believe”
And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place, my friend, you’d better leave”
And the only sound that’s left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide
The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing, he’s getting ready for the show
He’s going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
Ophelia, she’s ‘neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession’s her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah’s great rainbow
She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she’s in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read, “Have Mercy on His Soul”
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row
Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains, they’re getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls, “Get outta here if you don’t know”
Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row”
At midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero’s Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody’s shouting, “Which side are you on?!”
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain’s tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke
All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they’re quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another name
Right now, I can’t read too good, don’t send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
Desolation Row lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group