Nannau

DIXIE FRIED
Music by Overdrive

Dixie Fried is a sort of audio version of "Where's Wally?" The track has tons of references to the hippie/rock counterculture of the 1970s -- from the slang that gives the song its title, to the cover art reminiscent of Easy Rider; to the very structure of the song.

Reference lists are at the end of this text.

Synthetic vocals from Dreamtonics' Synthesizer V software with Eclipsed Sounds’ Solaria voice. Guitars from samples provided by Noiiz website.

I hope you enjoy.

LYRICS
DIXIE FRIED (1)

There's no way home from here
No turning back for me
That stranger living in fear
Now longs to set be free.

Looking for freedom's glare
I'm lost inside of me
My life is fleeing fast
Where should I run from here?

Wandering all around.
All right, but in my mind.
Let's walk down the golden brick road. (2)
But all in my dreams, just in my dreams.

I'm losing track of it all.
Oh, no. Where am I now?
Jim's blue bus is leaving town (3) 
And Lucy's in a rush, watch out. (4)

Just let your freak flag fly  (5)
Spaced out (6) and out of sight. (7)
Turn off your mind (8) and see
With kaleidoscope eyes. (9)

All marmalade skies (10) and soulflies
Are in my mind.
I'm floating down the stream of time (11)
But I don't know if I'm coming up or down. (12)

Just another trip in the wall. (13)
Oh no, I'm lost somehow.
Take your deep dive down the rabbit hole. (14)
And let's turn on, tune in and drop out. (15)

[Timothy Leary narration]

[Jimi Hendrix guitar solo]

Looking for freedom's glare
I'm lost inside of me
My life is fleeing fast
Where should I run from here?

Wandering all around.
All right, but in my mind.
Let's walk down the golden brick road.
But all in my dreams, just in my dreams.

I'm losing track of it all.
Oh, no. Where am I now?
Jim's blue bus is leaving town
And Lucy's in a rush, watch out.
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LYRICS REFERENCES:

(1) "Dixie Fried" is a hippie slang used to describe someone who is eccentric, crazy, heavily intoxicated or under the influence of alcohol or drugs.

(2) The yellow brick road from The Wizard of Oz is replaced by golden brick, a common word in hippie slang (golden vibes, golden glow etc.).

(3) Poem "The Hitchhiker" by Jim Morrison. Blue bus is a symbol of countercultural ideals and the desire to break free from societal norms.

(4) “Lucy in The Sky With Diamonds” by The Beatles

(5) Slang. To proudly display your true self.

(6) Slang. State of being mentally/emotionally disconnected from one's surroundings or reality.

(7) Slang. Experiences that transcend ordinary reality and expand consciousness.

(8) “Tomorrow Never Knows” by The Beatles

(9) “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds” by The Beatles

(10) “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds” by The Beatles

(11) “It’s All Too Much” by The Beatles

(12) Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix.

(13) Pun on the line "another brick in the wall", from the Pink Floyd song.

(14) Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Caroll.

(15) Timothy Leary, LSD guru.
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SOUND REFERENCES:

0’01” - The sound of the needle on the vinyl is a common memory of that time.

1’25” - Joe Cocker saying “let’s go get stoned” -- but he’s actually announcing the song’s name in his performance at the Woodstock Festival (1969).

2’30” - Seagull sound effect used by the Beatles in Tomorrow Never Knows.

2’34” - Timothy Leary narration for "Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out" (1966), very rare audio of his first record.

2’58” - Jimi Hendrix's guitar solo on the song Purple Haze, during a live performance at the Atlanta Pop Festival (1970). 

4’00” - Excerpt inspired by the famous Coke ad (1971) shown in the Mad Men TV series finale. Also, the male backing vocals are The Turtles' famous acapella on the song Happy Together. 

4’18” - Janis Joplin speech during live performance at McMahon Stadium, Calgary, Canada (1970)

4’35” - Sounds of clocks ringing from the Pink Floyd song Time.

4’38” - John Cale's electric viola played on the Velvet Underground song Venus In Furs.

Dixie Fried (read the description)

Song Night shift from DJ Steblo. Comments are welcome.

Night Shift

Flute jam
John Hardman - flute, guitar, bass
Arthur - drums
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK/Swamp Records UK for all territories

Flute Jam

Flute Jam by John Hardman

A commodity you sold.
For an act that's gotten old.
A mask that lays discarded in the dark.
A point made that clean missed the mark.
A fragment of a word,
or a story you misheard.
Filled your pockets to the trim with all their mould.
Ignoring the rich fields of gold. 

I know that you don't really care.
I know my faults.
I know that you don't listen in.
I took too long to begin.
Written off.

A momentary lapse,
To behaviours of the past.
Pay the ferryman with coins that you had stole.
A pointless collector of souls.
A phoney masquerade,
A throw off to the shade.
Your tactics are excused now, on the whole.
Felt rung out and wrought by the goal.

I know that you're not really there.
It's just a jolt.
I know that rivalry's a thing.
A simple tune to sing.
From the vault.

I know there's wastelands and a king.
I know the job.
I know there's Snakes and everything.
I caught a glimpse.
Only a glance.
Aside: "Perchance!"
So I've no chance,
With all you Snakes.
So I'm away.

The ringing of the bell.
Won't shake you from the spell.
A payment you have pending from the dole.
A vessel to fill up with coal. 
An unheeded warning.
Before the anger has set in.
The centre that is struggling to hold. 
A vector for lies that are old.

I know that charm can often hide.
A selfish grin.
We've all been taken for a ride.
To hell we go.
In a handcart.
We made a start.
Usual ride.
A dagger in the side.
Misses the heart.


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Feel like I should be walking on the shores of Galilee 
But instead I'm in a prison built up in my infancy.
Thought I was like the young boy from the Empire of the Sun.
But that wasn't how they saw me.
And that's how I came undone.
I'm not the one.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

A laughing stock. 
I can't smoke pot.
Three corners to sweep dust.
When you fall into black water, all your keys begin to rust.
You're not thinking on damnation.
Amongst the holes you're teetering.
A cage containing lightning bolts. 
Which somehow you fit in.
Forget your sin.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you lay your grace on me.
I do not want your money.
I'm dismayed about this fee.
The foolish man puts effort into digging diamond mines?
Yet a wise man takes his gold figures and reaches for the sky?
And don't ask why?

Felt sorry for the workers.
Give them all your sympathy.
If they didn't need the money.
Oh, footloose and fancy free.
And they wouldn't need so of much it if they weren't all in such pain.
You must all go on holiday.
You must all buy cocaine.
If it's all the same.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Where's my money?
Play around.
Time goes by.
There's no win. 
Games to play.
Songs to sing.
See the sun is rising.
But your not asleep.
An uncertain horizon.
Nothing deep.
Oh, my lady.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you take this pain from me.
Because the route to your salvation seems delayed by infamy.
Oh, holy mother of Jesus. 
Won't you let me in the door.
I'm not asking to sleep on your bed.
I'm content with the floor.
I want some more.

I go to ground, then I hear you speak.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you exorcise for me.
The ghosts all these winters spent in bleak despondency.
The holy men of the mountain.
They pass judgement down on all.
But they're not fooling anybody.
Waiting for the fall.
We missed their call.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down. (Repeat)

Sister, Mother, Mary

Keyboard Player & Composer living in Snowdonia. All the tracks were recorded by me in my home studio (using Logic Pro X on an iMac with various software instruments).

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Ian Jeffrey King

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