A dark and moody piece reflective of our times

Lyrics:
Here at the crossroads
Going over the edge
We hope for tomorrow
But it hasn't come yet
The world is burning
People drowning and sick
Our leaders have no desire to get this thing fixed
Ay what will become of us?
Ay what will become of us?
Well my feet were wet through August
and the corn was 12 ft tall
and the wheat was all rotten and the summer skipped to fall
the world around us is burning
and the idiots are dying in droves
I don't have much hope for us humans
no I don't, no I don't.

We might go, we might go quietly in the night,.....

Here at the crossroads
Going over the edge
We hope for tomorrow
But it hasn't come yet
The world is burning
People drowning and sick
Our leaders have no desire to get this thing fixed

Rotten

And now for another of our unusual hybrid tracks, this one had me from the first moment our narrator speaks....

Gold Dust Saloon:

Lightning strikes in the distance
They've got their shutters set to "slow"
The lonely wander from the hollows-they got things to say
She's simple but it's complicated 
She walks the thinnest line
My breath gets weak as her body gets closer
My breath gets weak as the end gets closer
The faces of the clones get angry, you can see it in their eyes
As the mouths get dry at the Gold Dust Saloon
The faces of the clones get angry, you can see it in their eyes
As the mouths get dry at the Gold Dust Saloon

My breath gets weak as the end gets closer
My breath gets weak as the end gets closer

Clowns parading on a white liquid highway
Tunnel brings shelter from the tainted air
Families of flesh stand at attention
They got no constitution
They just follow directions

The faces of the clones get angry, you can see it in their eyes
As the mouths get dry at the gold dust saloon
The faces of the clones get angry, you can see it in their eyes
As the mouths get dry at the gold dust saloon

My breath gets weak as the end gets closer
My breath gets weak as the end gets closer

@michaelw-2 - production/arrangement/pads/synths and mix on his iPad
@aranajason - lyrics/vocals/guitar and crazy imagination
@jackwm - lead guitars

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Gold Dust Saloon

Here is the next in our collab, this one a tad more rock.

There Were Ten

There  was music floating in the air, I couldn’t make it out
Needle song piercing aerial skin
Back alley holly rollers preached to crazies in the dark
Drinking shitty coffee, confessing their sins
I never claimed to have the answers, never claimed to be all that
Low key I’m taking it slow
You know they say it’s just the little things that get us on by
We should grab a little smoke and talk about life

There were ten
I can’t keep digging us down
It’s to figure you out
You can’t keep pushing this hard
Need something stronger to wash this down
We should grab a little smoke and talk about life

Always working for angle
Spitting fast, cheap words out
In the spotlight but you make no sense
You got your on-line persona, where the real world in that?
Shortcuts don’t lead to an end
I never claimed to have the answers, never claimed to be all that
Low key I’m taking it slow
You know they say it’s just the little things that get us on by
We should grab a little smoke and talk about life
We should grab a little smoke and talk about life

There were ten
I can’t keep digging us down
It’s to figure you out
You can’t keep pushing this hard
Need something stronger to wash this down

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@aranajason - lyrics/vocals/guitar and crazy imagination
@jackwm - lead guitars

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There were Ten

LOW LYING CRIMINALS

That's how we play it
Forget about it
Pushed it to the limit, waiting for the right time
They're thinking they're too good for us
They'll never find us this way
I'm not a quitter a sinner, a freak
We'll keep on running til we get away

Run, into the night
Racing down the backroads guided by the moonlight
GOD DAMN
You're vision was gold
There's plenty here for all of us- the man he won't let this go
They're thinking they're too good for us
They'll never find us this way
I'm not a quitter a sinner, a freak
We'll keep on running til we get away

This is how we play it:

-Lay low, forget about it
-Live straight, don't draw attention, they'll be watching
-Pushed it to the limit
-Hold tight, now we're in it
-Now there's no turning back
-It's just a one-way ride

They're thinking they're too good for us
They'll never find us this way
I'm not a quitter a sinner, a freak
We'll keep on running til we get away

That's how we play it
Forget about it
Pushed it to the limit, waiting for the right time
That's how we play it
Forget about it
Pushed it to the limit, waiting for the right time

They're thinking they're too good for us
They'll never find us this way
I'm not a quitter a sinner, a freak
We'll keep on running til we get away

@michaelw-2 - production/arrangement/pads/synths and mix on his iPad
@aranajason - lyrics/vocals/guitar and crazy imagination
@jackwm - lead guitars

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Low Lying Criminals

And now for something a little different

Mercury Retrograde:

Mercury rising
Eastern horizon
Running from visible sky
Nightmares in cold sweats, caught in a bad spot
Signals corrupted, the airwaves are quiet
Bent to submission in Northern delusions
Clouds up my vision with every new sign
Forced to flee
Forced to bleed in the silence alone
The landing gear is down
Witnessing Mercury Retrograde

Solid like Granite
Crumbled like Sandstone
Cracked like blue ice down the veins
No North star to guide us, Vega lies waiting
12,000 years she’ll be guiding again
Nightmares in cold sweats, caught in a bad spot
Signals corrupted, the airwaves are quiet
Forced to flee
Forced to bleed in the silence alone
The landing gear is down
Witnessing Mercury Retrograde

Dark Matter jet stream 
Caught in a tail spin
At the edge of a black hole frozen in time
The tower was empty, Mercury calling
Is somebody out there to bring us in?
Ghost town confessions brought on by fever
Warmed by the roof and examined the sky

Forced to flee
Forced to bleed in the silence alone
The landing gear is down
Witnessing Mercury Retrograde

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@aranajason - lyrics/vocals/guitar and crazy imagination
@jackwm - lead guitars

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Mercury Retrograde

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@aranajason - lyrics/vocals/guitar and crazy imagination
@jackwm - lead guitars
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Animals

Our second release for the year! 
We are always experimenting with our style, but the end result always comes out with that unmistakable signature sound.  Amazing production by Mr. Wadlow and one of a kind playing by Mr. Morefield.


Lyrics:

We got it right
We dropped the bomb
It got us dancing on our feet again
They say it's right- they say it's wrong
But never mind

Warm nights
Cool breeze
Asphalt- burning underneath me
Tall tales
Big dreams
All our insecurities laid out on the screen
You've got that LightSaber energy burning in the dark
Wrap me up, strike me down, down to dust we'll be reborn
I know you want to be this
You've got to blow it up to start it clean

We got it right
We dropped the bomb
It got us dancing on our feet again
They say it's right- they say it's wrong
But never mind
In 24 hours time we'll be gone
Tied up in oblivion
Waiting for the end to come
But never mind

Warm nights
Cool breeze
Asphalt- burning underneath me
Tall tales
Big dreams
All our insecurities laid out on the screen
You've got that LightSaber energy burning in the dark
Wrap me up, strike me down, down to dust we'll be reborn
Down to dust we'll be reborn....


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@aranajason- lyrics/vocals/guitar 

Tied up in Oblivion (Wadlow, Arana, Morefield)

This one pretty much speaks for itself

Lyrics:

On the edge of ice
Hung on mirrored skies
Here comes the day
It seems we gotta get our heads right
There comes a time
When we’re all alone here
The calm and restful breeze tames the violent sea
I saw it in a dream
In color and in sound
A taste of what might follow
Counting down with a worn out gaze
What’s the purpose of pretending
The purpose is pretending

I can’t stay
Here any longer
We will all convene, when you miss me
We used to say that we’d be stronger when the hope all falls- 10,000 pounds
The color of your eyes 
In the grey sky rain
Tears hidden deeper than we knew of….
What’s the purpose of pretending
The purpose is pretending

Ah it’s bad I’m not gonna lie
Lived a life under many skies
Ran with the people saw eye to eye
Ah we sang and we danced all night
Bleed out the darkness with small rays of light

I saw it in a dream
In color and in sound
A taste of what might follow
Counting down with a worn out gaze
What’s the purpose of pretending
The purpose is pretending

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@aranajason - lyrics/vocals/guitar and crazy imagination
@jackwm - lead guitars

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The Purpose Of Pretending (Wadlow, Arana, Morefield)

Walking in circles and all that encompasses. Three opinions on the matter produced into a single cohesive track. Hope you enjoy. 

Lyrics:

Knick Knacks on wallpaper
Childhood half-visions
Garage sale collection that sums up your life
25 cents for nostalgia that catches their eyes
The record man holds his collection of classics, plastic protecting those hard to find gems from the 60s and 70s back when the music was real
Hey little brother lets call it a day, we've been on this hunt for too long and we're walking in circles
We're walking in circles
Hey little sister come in from the rain, spring time is coming real soon and we're walking in circles
The smell of the river, the heat from the rocks, the cool of the shade hiding from sun and we're walking
Hey little brother lets call it a day, we've been on this hunt for too long and we're walking 
Hey little sister come in from the rain, spring time is coming real soon and we're walking 

Hey little brother let's call it a day, we've been on this hunt for too long and we're walking in circles



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Walking In Circles

Our newest... Always trying to push our sound in a somewhat different direction. We hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:
Manny worked the chop shop on that dead end street, he got his problems whittled down to one hand
He been there 14 years working under the world, he got no time for anything else
He got them Turpentine slivers seeping into his skin, he got that ash-grey, radio grin
There was a homesick dog in the back alley bin, with a meteorite collar and a big will to win
I’ve got a little news for Ya
There was a shopping cart naked at the edge of dusk with a rusted out, Iron frame. Swimming in two feet of water with the back wheels out and a purple sky lighting the rims
There was a big game playing at the Elks Lodge field, voices echoed in from afar
They travelled two long miles just to get there in time as the Mormon church caught on fire
I’ve got a little news for Ya
There was an old man sitting, reading 27 papers, Camel cigarettes burning his lungs
He had those “fuck you” flaps at the edge of his eyes, saying "hey boy, let’s have some fun"
As the bowling alley opened for its evening run, Polyester Kings contorted their crowns
and the vending man filled his power-hungry coffins, dirty dollar bills weighing them down
There was a shopping cart naked at the edge of dusk with a rusted out, Iron frame

@michaelw-2 - production/arrangement/pads/synths and mix on his iPad
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Ive Got A Little News For Ya

Headphone butter..... 

Lyrics:

Cobalt blue like water
We took our front row seats
It echoed sounds of winter
Pale against the spring
Shadows growing shorter
We leaned into the sun
Our minds grow old together
Forgotten in our future

Feels like we’re staring down the barrel of a gun
Force fed this…..
A white lie in a coal black cave, waiting to be found
Force fed this
The politics of fear

Hatred was the constant
Reckless were the trees
Lost vessels in a fog bank, drawn into the beam
Our skin held us together
Our chemistry it seems
Our minds grow old together
Forgotten in our future

Feels like we’re staring down the barrel of a gun
Force fed this…..
A white lie in a coal black cave, waiting to be found
Force fed this
The politics of fear
The politics of fear


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@aranajason - lyrics/vocals/guitar 
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The Politics Of Fear (Wadlow, Arana, Morefield)

A new one we are all proud of!
Kind thanks from the three of us and we hope you enjoy..

Lyrics:

Light bends through the sage
To the words on a page
Promises made
We all wake up to the day when the polaroid fades
There’s no apologies
There’s no guarantee
There’s no free ride
There’s no more air to breathe
In our lungs we savour the breeze
and the cool stuff feels like God

Sleeping in simulation

Morning shadows on the West side
Cool from the night
Plants sleep
Regenerate
We meditate to relate to the world
We are late to the game

Sleeping in simulation

Ah- there’s no more air to breathe
and in our lungs we savour the breeze
and the cool stuff feels like God….. 

@michaelw-2 - production/arrangement/pads/synths and mix on his iPad
@aranajason - lyrics/vocals/guitar 
@jackwm - lead guitars

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Sleeping In Simulation (Wadlow, Arana, Morefield)

It's been a while but we are back...  and it's good to be back!  Too many styles in this one to mention. Hope you enjoy.

LYRICS:
We're flirting with disaster
Minds bend to fit the mold
Hot flash
Kick back
Run fast
Life is coming for ya
High priced
Hold tight
You're reaching for the sky but you're arms are too short
High class
White Trash
We all keeping it nasty
We all fight to keep our gold

You're all talking about colors
I'm talking about humans
I'm talking about healing
I'm talking about "One"

I saw you lost your vibe
I'll call you in a while
Or maybe not you see, I'm happy by myself
You tried to cut em low
I'll be you'll know the secrets of those who got it right
and you're falling faster than the speed of sound
We're flirting with disaster
Minds bend to fit the mold
Hot flash
Kick back
Run fast
Life is coming for ya
High priced
Hold tight
You're reaching for the sky but you're arms are too short
High class
White Trash
We all keeping it nasty
We all fight to keep our gold....

You're all talking about colors
I'm talking about humans
I'm talking about healing
I'm talking about "One"

You're all talking about colors
I'm talking about humans
I'm talking about healing
I'm talking about "One"

Reaching out.... One

Reaching (Wadlow, Arana, Morefield)

The first track for 2017. Hope you enjoy!

The 6th Stage:

Sitting very quiet in the courtyard cage
Listen to the sound of the black Crow's wings
Cutting through the silence of the morning rage
We've been thinking about the 6th stage staring at a blank page
When we gonna change this?
When we gonna stand up to this?
Burn one down to fight this
Burn one down to show your love....
We woke up from a cold dream
It cut deep like a cold stream
I don't wanna go back anyway
When we gonna change this?
When we gonna stand up to this?
Burn one down to fight this
We've been thinking about the 6th stage staring at a blank page
Burn one down to fight this
Burn one down to remember us

We are going to smoke in the garden
We are going to dig up our past

Listen to the sound of the black Crow's wings

The 6th Stage

Black Swan (Thom Yorke cover)

Lyrics:

We carry all these secrets
They're the price we gotta pay 
These are your debts to me 
These are your debts to me
I toiled away in the shadows locked away from all the hell
It took me 46 years to breathe
46 years to see
I was everything they said I was
I was none of them at all
Can't put a label on me
Can't put a label on me
I scoured the depths of emotion and the vastness of love
for what end, for what end?
Chameleon
Chameleon
You can call me the Chameleon, shape shifter or sick man
I don't care what you think
I don't care what you drink
I might be dark as hell tomorrow
I might be someone else today
That's okay I think
That's okay I think
I was everything they said I was 
I was none of them at all
Can't put a label on me
Can't put a label on me

Chameleon.....

Chameleon (Wadlow, Arana, Morefield)

Said goodbye with a fake, half-smile, heading 2000 miles away
The Black Hills rolled into the plains and there we drove for days
They said, "Son don't worry bout a thing, because we gonna be alright"
The crickets sang with all they had and slipped into the night
Into the night
The days they came, the days the went and summer lost to fall
The leaves died slowly on the stem, the wind he took them all
This cold, sharp pain deep in my soul, I miss my only home
The prodigal son left them some, a whisper on the phone

and the watchman said the garden died last summer
and the sun dried up the worry in this town
and the shallow graves can't quite contain the humor
We were wrong
and I'm 2000 miles away

I've been hiding in the shadows
Never mind, that's not shade
You know I can tell the difference from 2000 miles away

Ah the twists the turns were wide
The captain led us in
Two lost vessels in a fog bank
2000 miles away

2000 Miles (Wadlow, Arana, Morefield)

Production and sound staging- Michael Wadlow 
Guitar- Jack Morefield
Lyrics and vocal- Jay Arana

It's Been Dying To Rain (Wadlow, Arana, Morefield)

Lyrics

It was the perfect storm
A red sky dawn at the edge of town
We kept the motor warm
A cold steel gift for the lucky ones
There was a sickness here
False-god prophets and hypocrite grins
We laid our best hand down 
But we'll never win
Call out from the black
Can anyone here me?
Right back to the start
Does anyone know the way?
Small town justice for the common man, we bury the bodies then we wash our hands
We laid our best cards down 
But we'll never win

From The Black (Wadlow, Arana, Morefield)

GHOST Of The SUMMERTIME (Wadlow, Arana, Morefield)

Dark mellow and beautiful offering of collaboration from the Refracted memories boys

Worth It

On empty streets
The movement is gone
Oil stained remnants from when we were alive
Back to the silence
The only constant
They won't miss us
Love won't kiss us

Back to the silence
Born from nothing
We're all lost but we keep on rolling

Gotta get away
The infection of these times
Caught out in the open together under sun
Back to the simple
The only constant
They won't miss us
Love won't kiss us

We sat and watched them cry
We sat and watched them cry
Back to the silence
Born from nothing
We're all lost but we keep on rolling

Missing

Refracted Memories is a collaboration between Welsh producer Michael Wadlow,American Guitarist Jack Morefield 
And American Singer/songwriter/guitarist Jay Arana

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