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This is the 8th track from my new album released on The Lost Records label, A BIT OF LIGHT. It features hip fiddling by Martyn Kember-Smith, alias Komrade K. This is a slight departure for more, both stylistically and lyrically. I think its why Neil thought the album had a "Dave Matthews vibe."
Many thanks to Martyn, I enjoyed mixing in his great playing. Other tracks featuring Komrade K: Can't Complain.
A BIT OF LIGHT is progressive folk fusion, a mixture of rock, jazz, folk and prog. The packaging is by Alimar, other MJ contributers musically are: McBoy, TEXASFEEL (John Luper), Thoddi (Thor Oliverson), bbarner (Bill Barner) and other NYC friends, including the excellent jazz sax player Donny McCaslin. I'm really happy with the results.
This track was remastered and appears on my 2007 release, A Bit Of Light, available through CDBaby.
Many thanks to Martyn, I enjoyed mixing in his great playing. Other tracks featuring Komrade K: Can't Complain.
A BIT OF LIGHT is progressive folk fusion, a mixture of rock, jazz, folk and prog. The packaging is by Alimar, other MJ contributers musically are: McBoy, TEXASFEEL (John Luper), Thoddi (Thor Oliverson), bbarner (Bill Barner) and other NYC friends, including the excellent jazz sax player Donny McCaslin. I'm really happy with the results.
This track was remastered and appears on my 2007 release, A Bit Of Light, available through CDBaby.
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Lyrics
Hold On (to the thread of love)
Drive down the road to the Morse code
of the taxi horns, in my crown of thorns
dripping golden blood... if I only could
I’d be rich today. I’d be rich today.
See lovers kiss, speak private bliss;
I walk away, no words to say
out from these lips... if just one slipped
I’d be rich today. I’d be rich today.
Kids in the park, fresh off the ark,
too young to know how hard it goes
for those who try just to stay dry.
If I only knew why, I’d be rich today.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the thread of love.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the residue of living.
Sex sells, sex kills, sex wells up and nearly fills you
then slips from your hands, and you wonder,
What is this sticky mess? What is this sticky mess?
Freedom sells, freedom kills, freedom wells up
and nearly fills you then slips from your hands,
and you wonder, What is this bloody mess?
You look back and wonder,
What is this bloody mess? Yeah, cuz you know
Winning sells, winners kill, winning wells up and nearly fills you then slips from your hands,
and you wonder, What is this sweaty mess
pooled all around you? What is this sweaty mess?
But still you
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the residue of success.
Drive down the road.
Don’t feel the cold.
Don’t fix the blame.
Don’t speak the name.
Just do your best,
Let go the rest, and try to
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the thread of love.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the residue of life.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the thread of love.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the residue of living.
©2007 Tobin James Mueller
Drive down the road to the Morse code
of the taxi horns, in my crown of thorns
dripping golden blood... if I only could
I’d be rich today. I’d be rich today.
See lovers kiss, speak private bliss;
I walk away, no words to say
out from these lips... if just one slipped
I’d be rich today. I’d be rich today.
Kids in the park, fresh off the ark,
too young to know how hard it goes
for those who try just to stay dry.
If I only knew why, I’d be rich today.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the thread of love.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the residue of living.
Sex sells, sex kills, sex wells up and nearly fills you
then slips from your hands, and you wonder,
What is this sticky mess? What is this sticky mess?
Freedom sells, freedom kills, freedom wells up
and nearly fills you then slips from your hands,
and you wonder, What is this bloody mess?
You look back and wonder,
What is this bloody mess? Yeah, cuz you know
Winning sells, winners kill, winning wells up and nearly fills you then slips from your hands,
and you wonder, What is this sweaty mess
pooled all around you? What is this sweaty mess?
But still you
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the residue of success.
Drive down the road.
Don’t feel the cold.
Don’t fix the blame.
Don’t speak the name.
Just do your best,
Let go the rest, and try to
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the thread of love.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the residue of life.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the thread of love.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
to the residue of living.
©2007 Tobin James Mueller
Scott Carmichael
there is so much going on here... It is much like an old "Yes" release, in that, it may take several listens before the whole thing sinks in... I love the relaxed almost conversational vocal delivery, although I recognise your voice, itseems your doing something new... the harmonies are dead on... I would consider carving out a notch for them to sit it (EQ) so they don't take up the same space as the lead vocal.. alll the vocals together kind of overwelm the sound scape... No clipping though... nothing like that... the POWER when you sing "hold on" is very like a horn section....
I appreciate the work that went into the lyric too... your not just throwing rhymes out there... but well crafted and thought out lyrics... that skirt around the subject as you paint the abstract...
your work is always note worthy