LifeSquared

Sean Hurley Audiobook narration sample from Colin Hinckley's forthcoming (Sep 12, 2023) novel "The Black Lord."

The Black Lord Chapter 1

Lyrics:

All the Palestinians are coming around
Taking shears to the baskets
of their thorny crowns

And all the Israelis agree
To divide the divine up equally

But oh don’t break for this
Philosophy’s perfect apocalypse

the truth is born of pain
Moment by moment and then refrain

All the lost Indians are streaming back
From the mountains and the canyons
And their broken shacks

And all the Old Cowboys agree
To divide the divine up equally

But oh don’t break for this
Philosophy’s perfect apocalypse

the truth is born of pain
Moment by moment and then refrain

All the Old Cowboys

This is an old-timey kind of song I made up while driving in the car.   For more info, visit radioghost.com

The Smoke Song

There’s smoke in the forest
Where the forest ought to be
I ought to climb down this old burning tree
But I’m looking out the ocean
Looking out to sea
But there’s smoke in the water 
where my boat used to be
Boat used to be
Boat used to be

Now sent my love a letter
said won’t you marry me
But she burned the letter up now the smoke is all I see
Always love my true love
But she don’t love me
Cause there’s smoke in her heart
In the place I ought to be
I ought to be
I ought to be

In the forest flows a river
Where the forest won’t grow
And the cloudy smoke above is the river burned below
Some will go to heaven
Some straight in the ground
Me, I choose the fire
So my smoke can walk around
Can walk around
Can walk around

If she ever find this forest
and climbs up in my tree
Sees smoke rising up from the forest and the sea
Maybe I’m the smoke from the boat or the tree
But the smoke in her heart
Is the smoke I want to be
I want to be
I want to be

There’s smoke in the forest
Where the forest ought to be
I ought to climb down this old burning tree
But I’m looking out the ocean
Looking out to sea
But there’s smoke in the water 
where my boat used to be
Boat used to be
Boat used to be


The Smoke Song

This song is part AMV#53 - in an Atoms Motion and the Void story - which can be found on radioghost.com.  

Lyrics:
The old man’s coming
With his life of Riley life
Ain’t got no job 
Just makes shadows in the light
I’ve got my eye on the ground
Got my feet in the air
I’m not fooling around
Every moment’s erased
But the sun on my face
Means I’m not underground
I ain’t nothing but clouds
In the sky of this town
I make all of the sounds
Got my eye on the ground
Got my feet in the air
I’m just fooling around

And the morning that he woke up
And realized the way
He’d been living in the gutter
How he’d fallen down the drain
There’s no warning to remember
That it’s a dream and not a game
As a dream it has no ending
As a game it doesn’t play 
But if you put away the pieces
And skip your turn today
And go walking through the morning
In a life of Riley way
Then your dream would be your living
And your living would be fair
And that fairness like a weather
And that weather like a prayer
And that prayer would last forever
In the wind as a refrain
That goes walking through the morning
Asking all to do the same
Riley’s life seemed far too simple 
And he never would explain
How he had to take it easy 
To bear the universal pain

Life Of Riley

One of the songs from AMV#54 - a story podcast that can be found on radioghost.com.

Lyrics:

I need something easy to sing
And a song I can sing all the time
I don’t need words or to know all the notes
But I’d like if everything rhymed 

Heigh Ho where did you go?
With that song you can sing all the time?

Dib daddley do  - we’d all sing it with you
Without words without notes biddley bime

Did you ever see over the land?
Did you ever lift up any part of the sea?
Did you ever repaint that sign, to be not to be
Have you ever been home  
My home let my home my home let me home  
Have you ever looked up to the sun felt like you been paid
Have you ever filled up someone and  then walked away 
Well I ain’t been living that way
My whole life afraid 
No I ain’t been living that way
My whole life afraid  

The  town’s elation
To see how Jane runs 
The town’s celebration   
Run Jane Run 


Now I made the simplest painting
As I fell from the top of the wire
A picture of everything fading
Of the world as the dream of a liar 
 
I need something easy to sing
And a song I can sing all the time
I don’t need words or to know all the notes
But I’d like if everything rhymed

Sleeves