Magnetron


Written by Timothy A. Parker, Briyan Frederick Baker, Kenny Bramsen, Adam David, Tonia Wright, Doc Doobie, Brandon James MacDonald  in collaboration on A.I. Music Society on Facebook.

Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP and others

This recording © Briyan Frederick Baker

Ivory Roulette

I'm firing flames in some Maritime Breeze
Caressing its steel as the submarines wheeze
Guided by ghosts through the saltwater seas
But this barge full of ghosts is the last thing I need

Now I'm chillin' like a villain who's makin' a killin'.
Drillin' in deeper the sleeper's the keeper
Inching towards the edge, only getting steeper.
The thrill keeps rising, the night grows cheaper

[chorus]
I'm one drink away from sudden regret
Or one drink away from the best time yet
Rolling the dice on a fate I just met
But I'm coming up snake eyes in your ivory roulette

Tell me this, sunshine, what should I do?
Do I chase the lie, or believe what's true?
Another rotation like tangoing fools
I must be high, talkin' to sunshine and chasing rainbows too

[chorus]

sitting in the dark, feeling like the shadows
Awaiting the executioner's date with the gallows
Counting each breath while the silence hallows
Missing pretty blue skies afterglows

The clock strikes midnight, and the deal comes due
Another sip of the devils juice leaves me no clue
With loaded dice and empty regret
I keep drinking and thinking 'bout the next bet

[chorus]

I'm just coming up snake eyes
Coming up snake eyes
I'm just coming up snake eyes
In your  ivory roulette  

Ivory Roulette

by Briyan Frederick
Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP
© Brian F Baker
All rights reserved

Nocturne Sanctum

Dear Brother, I hope this letter finds you well
I hope it finds you safe and warm
Far away from every storm

I was not always one to warn of coming things
That may do harm
That may do harm

But time is devious and cruel, you know
Dear Brother, what the fates bestow
May or may not be welcome,
(oh…)

But to the point of this long prelude
I must confess, and n'er digress
For tomorrow's coming soon
At least for you
At least for you

But mine's become a nocturne sanctum
A chapel filled with love's lost despair
Of bloodlines blue with ancient deception
Of moon and earth and forever there
Of moon and earth and forever there

When last we spoke my heart was hope
In chapel walls and Carpathian halls
A promise born of history's tales
You know me, brother, when history fails

And mine's become a nocturne sanctum
A chapel filled with love's lost despair
Of bloodlines blue with ancient deception
Of moon and earth and forever there
Of moon and earth and forever there

But alas, dear brother, I know now what ancients knew
The secret loves of once great men
That chain their hearts in eternal torment
I was deceived but now it's me
Who believes in what vampires believe
Under ghostly moons and cold retreats
Where love is lost but remains undead
In tomorrow's never ever forever end

But mine's become a nocturne sanctum
A chapel filled with love's lost despair
Of bloodlines blue with ancient deception
Of moon and earth and forever there
Of moon and earth and forever there

Dear brother, I am lost but found
Dear brother, I am fate unwound
Dear brother, he is all I see
Dear brother, his nocturnes sing for me

For my tomorrow's now a nocturne sanctum
A chapel filled with love's lost despair
Of bloodlines blue with ancient deception
Of moon and earth and forever there
Of moon and earth and forever there

Nocturne Sanctum

by Briyan Frederick and Joe Maki
Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP
© Brian F Baker and Joseph Alan Maki
All rights reserved.

I'm E.O.L.

Age is much more than a concept
When age is everything it seems to be
It barges in and overtakes every conversation
If age is just a mindset let's agree to disagree

I see it in the looks on people's faces
Old man, let me help you with that, please
Step away, step aside, sidestepping every elephant issue
Pull your pants down, mister, take this ball and squeeze

[chorus]
That's when you know
You're E.O.L. (you're end of life)
You're E.O.L.
The clock is ticking, (best not show it)
Your wounds need licking (we all know it)
You're E.O.L., (go to hell) it's just as well
I'm E.O.L.

You may have more years with all the barely working dead
Of balls and chains strapped to your foggy head
When all your friends retire early to lives of common luxury
You're greeting deplorable strangers and checking their receipts

[chorus]

You took the fall for every call
Every back against the wall
And all the tall tale bold excuses
Sales call time abuses
After all what does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

Age is much more than a concept
But age is also everything it seems to be
My aged friends talk pills and trends of this insane age we're living in
But old men pity the young and avoid the uncertainty of everything

[chorus]

I'm E.O.L.
I'm E.O.L.
I'm E.O.L.
I'm E.O.L.

I'm E.O.L.

by Briyan Frederick
Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP
© Brian F Baker
All rights reserved
This recording CC BY 4.0 BFBMusic.com

Socks

Why do socks vanish
Like they're in witness protection?
Guilty of the unknown infractions
Laying lonely on the street
Away from shoes, away from feet
Why do socks vanish
Leaving one so incomplete

It's a mystery
A bloody mystery…
Who's sock is this outside my gate?
Socks like this that couldn't wait
All kinds of socks
All kinds of socks
All kinds of fates

It's a mystery
A bloody mystery…

It's a mystery
A bloody mystery…
Who's sock is this outside my gate?
Socks like this that couldn't wait
All kinds of socks
All kinds of socks
All kinds of fates

It's a mystery
A bloody mystery…

Socks

by Briyan Frederick and Joe Maki
Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP
© Brian F Baker, Joseph Alan Maki
All rights reserved.

Forgettable 

Don't you remember what you said
Or was it something that I said
Or misread
Something about something that you did
Or undid
Or was everything we had 
Left forgotten on the bed?

But I seem to remember
Before you left after you entered
My life
I was never the same
At least in my mind
It was gone before you came

[Chorus]
But maybe we're forgettable
Maybe just regrettably
Unsustainable
Terribly forgettable
Maybe we're forgettable

Blame the weather or blame the maid
Or something stranger that remained
In the air and the refrains
Simply nothing stayed the same
As it once was
As it once somehow became

[Chorus]
But maybe we're forgettable
Maybe just regrettably
Unsustainable
Terribly forgettable
Maybe we're forgettable

Forget about tomorrows
And all you said about your sorrows
Forgotten like a swoon
Or the rooms
Of all the houses you consumed
And left behind me and you

Don't you remember what we said
Or was it something that I said
Or misread
Or was the dread of having said it
When it
Mattered most without it
Or within us
What then?

[Chorus]
But maybe we're forgettable
Maybe just regrettably
Unsustainable
Terribly forgettable
Maybe we're forgettable

Forgettable

words by Allye Baker
Published by Blind Mime Music ASCAP
© Alexandria Ruth Baker
All rights reserved.

Holes In His Socks

Brock had holes in his socks 
From walking on rocks
That were scattered along the block
From chasing the birds  as they gathered together in flocks

Kids had stopped to point and mock Brock 

Poor 'ol Brock (poor 'ol Brock)
Poor 'ol Brock (poor 'ol Brock)

[break]

Then suddenly too their great shock
A giant mole appeared and began to talk!

[the mole says]
"Why do you shout and gawk? 
while running in circles Like mice do From hawks?"

[a timid child says]
"Because Brock's got holes in his socks from the rocks,"
The least timid child said with jaws locked. 

Poor 'ol Brock (poor 'ol Brock)
Poor 'ol Brock (poor 'ol Brock)

[instrumental break]

And the mole now stopped to laugh and squawk
But not at Brock's holey socks
But at the flock who talked 

Poor 'ol flock [poor 'ol flock)
Poor 'ol flock [poor 'ol flock)

[break]

[bridge]
And so, they were taught
That though Brock had holes in his socks
He was happy and they were not.

Poor 'ol flock [poor 'ol flock)
Poor 'ol flock [poor 'ol flock)

[instrumental]

So walk through rocks, even though you're In socks..
Because it's better to get holes from walking
Than to sit on the curb 'cos of holes in your stockings

[outro]
'cos of holes in your stockings
(you can't control the holes)
No, not all the holes in your stockings
(God only knows) 
You can't control the holes in your stockings

[instrumental]

Yes, it's better to get holes from walking
Than to sit on the curb 'cos of holes in your stockings



Holes In His Socks

by Briyan Frederick and Joe Maki
Published by Blind Mime Music ASCAP, Joe Maki TBA
© Brian F Baker, Joseph Alan Maki
All rights reserved.

Every Day Begins and Ends

A blurry figure caught in time
Something snapped in pebble shrines
Carpet frayed like time's lost twists
A ceiling fan spins my emptiness

Faces doubled, mirrored eyes
Hiding half, revealing lies
Water spreads the skyline thin
Shadows fade inside a grin

[Chorus]
Stitch me through the yarns of days gone by
Squelch my voice where angels lie
Strangers walk, the city's bends
Every day begins and ends again 

Laundry ghosts, a fleeting sign
Half a face, a borrowed line
Sand unraveling through my hands
Every day revisits them

[Chorus]
Stitch me through the yarns of days gone by
Squelch my voice where angels lie
Strangers walk, the city's bends
Every day begins and ends again 

[Bridge]
Push the button, watch it glow (watch it glow)
Secret codes, the natives know (the natives know)
Daydream ceilings, thread the seam (in between)
Every snapshot filled with things
Like who is that and what does it mean?

Can't quite make out the made up threads
Can't understand why I began
But I do know what brings the end
It's why I won't come back again

[Chorus]
Stitch me through the yarns of days gone by
Squelch my voice where angels lie
Strangers walk, the city's bends
Every day begins and ends again 

[outro]
Every day begins (and ends again…)
Every day begins (and ends again…)
Every day begins (and ends again…)
Every day begins (and ends again…)

Every Day Begins and Ends

words by Stephen Fuge, Kenny Bramsen, Dominic V. Ferraro, Cin Xyooj, faylie, Briyan Frederick Baker, Dan Fikes, Adam David - via A.I. Music Society on Facebook

Published by Blind Mime Music ASCAP
© Brian F Baker

I found a bit of me playing acoustic guitar on an old Tascam 4-track multitrack cassette and slowed it down to match the vibe and seeded that into sunoai

When Forges Sing

Rising from the ashes through Hell's gate
Endlessly brushing off the endless weight
Making weapons of war from our ploughshares
Blood and iron 's dark answer to peaceful prayers

Every new day is a new open door
But I stay where I am, here at the forge
The heat is my lifeblood, the metal my friend
I carve my own path, a story without end

[chorus]
These are times that try our souls
When darkness grips and tightly holds
When forges sing from dusk to dawn
And from dawn to dusk, forging on and on

Peace retreats from field and flood
War and peace, shield and blood
The cries of the fallen in the wind
Can't tell the virtuous from we who sin

[chorus]
These are times that try our souls
When darkness grips and tightly holds
When forges sing from dusk to dawn
From dawn to dusk, forging on and on

[bridge]
The embers coaxed to life, this hammer my birthright,
Hands of the Hammer I said, it's all mine.....(Mine i said)
My will is dumb and heavy, a burden of my dark dread
Through fire and steel, an inevitable, bitter final end

I fear this path has no clear horizon
Who knows what far distant shore my goal lies on
When the forge's song is all I hear (on and on)
And smoke and ash signal our unending fear

My children weep for future fates
The gates are closed where no one waits
My forge may moan, but I pump and stoke
My bitterness seethes unawoke

[chorus]
These are times that try our souls
When darkness grips and tightly holds
When forges sing from dusk to dawn
From dawn to dusk, forging on and on

On and on (on and on…)
On and on (on and on…)
On and on (on and on…)
On and on (on and on…) 

When Forges Sing

by Briyan Frederick
Published by Blind Mime Music ASCAP
© Brian F Baker
All rights reserved

Original recorded in Cakewalk around 1999 by Briyan Frederick. This version takes a version recorded by Briyan around 2003 and rearranged in sunoai.

[Verse 1]
This kite on a string
Is moving to and fro
This kite on a string
Does it know which way to go

[chorus]
Now I know it's not just me
And I know it's just not true
Yes I know it's not just me
Who feels the way I do

[break]

[Verse 2]
This kite on a string
Was just flying 'round and 'round
This kite on a string
Is now falling to the ground

[chorus]
Now I know it's not just me
And I know it's just not true
Yes I know it's not just me
Who feels the way I do

[solo]

[Verse 3]
This kite on a string
Struggles to be free
But this kite on a string
Has now crashed into a tree

[chorus]
Now I know it's not just me
And I know it's just not true
Yes I know it's not just me
Who feels the way I do

[chorus]
Yes I know it's not just me
And I know it's just not true
Yes I know it's not just me
Who feels the way I do

[solo]

[Outro]
Now I know it's not just me
And I know it's just not true
Yes I know it's not just me
Who feels the way I do

Kite On a String

by Briyan Frederick Baker
© Brian F Baker, Published by Blind Mime Music ASCAP
All rights reserved

This track is CC BY 4.0 Briyan Frederick, blindmime.com
Seeded from the original 1990 4-track cassette recording by Briyan Frederick and rearranged in sunoai by Briyan Frederick.

Black and White Rainbows

I've got a fear of falling down
And having no one here to catch me when I'm falling
I've got a fear of finding out
That there's a voice inside but I can't hear it calling

And there're so many things that I've been told that I should feel
But how can I feel something
When black and white rainbows disappear
They promise you nothing

I've got a fear of finding hope is just another wall
Where I have been hiding
Where doubt and hope can coexist the same
As thunder and lightning

The first can make you empty and afraid
While the second keeps you counting
When black and white rainbows disappear
They promise you nothing

One night I had a dream (And I woke up screaming)
Screaming from what I had seen (Seen while I was dreaming)
Dreaming of tomorrow
Dreaming and seeing yesterday) (Seeing yesterday)
Seeing yesterday  (Seeing yesterday)

I've got a fear that I am pounding on a door
That never will open
I've got a fear that I might run if the door
Were ever to open

And yet I stand here pounding on this door
That may never open
As these black and white rainbows disappear
And promise me nothing

One night I had a dream (And I woke up screaming)
Screaming from what I had seen (Seen while I was dreaming)
Dreaming of tomorrow
Dreaming and seeing yesterday) (Seeing yesterday)
Seeing yesterday  (Seeing yesterday)

I've got a fear that I am pounding on a door
That never will open
I've got a fear that I might run if the door
Were ever to open

And yet I stand here pounding on this door
That may never open
As these black and white rainbows reappear
And promise me nothing

As these black and white rainbows disappear
And promise me nothing
As these black and white rainbows disappear
And promise me nothing
As these black and white rainbows disappear
And promise me nothing

Magnetron

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