Invisible Monsters

Blessed be the father    
A loving woman's by his side
He's sleeping deeper than he ought to
Soon to wake to a greater life 

Though you're  on your own tonight
And the  way back home's in sight
You   just    hope that he loves you for who you are 
Before he goes

Blessed be the mother
Darling daughter loves to care
Both so distant from their brothers
That's because they're never there

We’re so close to making this old house a home 

Blessed be,   blessed be,  blessed be the family

Before He Goes DEMO © 2022

Added drum work by Nicholas Caruso AKA DadBod Drumming. Bass and keys next, and it will be close to a final demo.

Erie Song DEMO © 2020 PCE

Big Brown Bottle

Caravan

Black Diamond Girls

The Oracle
Music & Lyrics Copyright 2023 Preston Clark Edmands

Recorded Key: E
Time signature: 2/4
A             G                             D              G-A
I think you’d make a fine woman for a fine man.
G                 F                          A
I think you’d keep the fire alive.
A                      G                    D            G-A
You see, you’re as tender as life ever can be.
G                F            E
I’d tend to that fire in your eyes.

           D              A
And like life, lights will dim.
          D                     A
But the sun has not always been.
        D          E                     A
And tonight our stars are shining bright.

When I feel myself come undone,
I must find you.
Your thread has a mending vibration.
As far as I can see, you’re my lady.
You are The Oracle in me.

And like life, lights will dim.
But the sun has not always been.
        D          E                     D          A
And tonight our stars are shining bright.

Instrumental fadeout for around 12 measures

A    G    D    A    G   F  /   A   G   D   A    G    F   /  etc…

The Oracle DEMO © 2023 PCE

Flipping the 'script without flipping out,
Knowing nothing while holding onto doubt.
He's the one reminding what it's all about.

Grab that bottle,
Make sure it's full.
'Cause losing out has its own pull.

Draw it in deep,
Losing that sleep.
Exaltations, exhalations, good vibrations...

Flipping the 'script without flipping out,
Knowing nothing while holding onto doubt.
He's the one knows what it's all about.

Grab that bottle,
Make sure it's full.
'Cause losing out has its own pull.

Draw it in deep,
Losing that sleep.
Exhalations, exaltations, good vibrations...

Whiteout DEMO [WIP]  © 2023 PCE

A heartbreaker working with a broken heart.
A subject inside her own work of art.

Temporary fame is a game that the birds play.
You’re up there, in the air with the birds of prey.
Stars ap-pear when you’re near,  to this day.
Marry me, what do you say?

Who wouldn’t live inside that broken dream,
A mansion that’s built on stilts that can lean?

Pennylvanian raised, and in place of a childhood,
You and me, we have seen what the others should.
Stars appear when you’re near, as I knew they would.
Marry me, what else is good?

Temporary fame is a game that the birds play.
You’re up there, in the air with the birds of prey.
Stars ap-pear when you’re near,  to    this day.
Marry me, what do you say?

Taylor Made

O Captain! My Captain!

You’ve been trying to tell my story,
Long before you knew the plot.
Devices you’ve used for glory,
Were originally my thoughts.

Oh, you’re narrative touch is heavy,
Every scene its own cliché.
Like a song without a melody,
You got nothing you have to say.

First-person view you never learned to respect.
So much to lose when you lack my perspective.
My life’s not your movie,
It’s my music.

It’s like other people’s problems
Are always in your sights,
And your framing of the heroines
Just robs them of their might.

First-person view you never learned to respect.
So much to lose when you 
Lack my perspective.
My life’s not your movie,
It’s my music.

Bridging our brotherhood is like burning down the town.
‘round me it’s understood, brothers always will be found.   
Where were you when shit was really going down?
Where were you? Where were you?

First-person view you never learned to respect.
So much to lose when you lack my perspective.
My life’s not your movie,
My life’s not your movie,
My life’s not your movie…

My Music

Glory Days
Music & Lyrics Copyright 2023 Preston Clark Edmands
Recorded Key: G
Time Sig: 2/4, cut-time

G                                                     C
Picked up my old guitar, put on a new pair of shoes
D                                                G
Relaxed my frown so I could smile at the blues
G                                                     C
Ran my fingers down the strings searching for the sound
D                                                G          D7
Stepped out the door to show ya’ll what I found

G                           C
Oh, my! Glory days are comin’.
G                             D
Don’t buy the story of our fall.
G                           C
Yes, Our Gory days are comin’.
        D
Just a few more nights of terror,
      C     G
Are all we got.


Sold all my shoes again, picked up my oldest guitar.
Ran around town and ‘round the local bazaars.
Swept off my side and said, look at my neighbor's front lawn.
All overgrown and a sign saying “strangers be gone!”