Smash Hits

by Roger Dean Young

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1.
My Heart 02:03
My heart holds a lot of happiness My heart holds a lot of pain When my heart is stone dry and dusty It opens up and lets in a little rain My heart is built like a well Deep down into the rock My heart holds six feet of water Be on guard you don’t fall into my heart Tall in the field around my heart Grows the seven sycamore trees When I need to see the seven roads to heaven I climb up, see everything for free In a far off country Lives a man with a daughter on his knee Early in the morning when the bluejays meet the sunshine They make up whatever words they please (Cold is the water around my heart far from the old sunshine cool to the lips of the petrified sure to all immobility belie)
2.
The Scarf 03:47
Troubled, troubled sleep Wake with heavy, heavy eyes Dream after dream dye the dark water Now streaks of light thread eastern skies Here on the fringe of night and day So many fears are woven in To the strands of solid thought Finally consciousness wins Peaceful morn, mind at ease Walk to work through cool clean air Each familiar tree and corner Knit a warm and woolen layer Yes, peace of mind in certainty Guarantees of a safe passage No crimson wool wound in the weave From birth to death, the sweet hereafter Look at them now, the colours are beautiful So beautiful when you cease to fight You put on She’s So Unusual, Listen to “All Through the Night” This is how it goes - you weave in you weave out you weave until the pattern shows This is how it goes - you breathe in you breathe out you breathe until the heartbeat slows This is how it goes - colour enclosed a picture show This is how it goes - above all else, protect the throat Last night I dreamed a yellow field A man therein with arms wide open A myriad cardinals circled round Suddenly were gone, enter the raven That dark bird lit on the man’s shoulder Whispered in his ear A scrap of cloth took from his throat Then arose and disappeared Sing take this scarf and let it hang On an old familiar hook Then walk away new wool in loom Move into an unwritten book Look at them now, the colours are beautiful So beautiful when you cease to fight You put on She’s So Unusual, Listen to “All Through the Night” This is how it goes - you weave in you weave out you weave until the pattern shows This is how it goes - you breathe in you breathe out you breathe until the heartbeat slows This is how it goes - colour enclosed a picture show This is how it goes - above all else, protect the throat
3.
Down Juan 05:23
Don’t let me down Juan, we need you tonight I’ve come seeking pathos ‘neath the halogen light Estrella, your mistress, has cued the machine Your niece is in from Austin, she’s lost to the scene I and my party have just settled in Pray happenstance deliver us inviolate From this wasteland of dreams Hammered-tin Mexican Jesus Skeletons playing guitar Busts of writers and drunkards Dust fallen mutes the bazaar There are crosses and candles And swords without handles Plastic camels bear wise men from afar Antlers deer parted, souls referenced and carded What are we doing here? Don’t let us down Juan, we need you tonight We’ve come seeking pathos ‘neath the halogen light Estrella, your mistress, has cued the machine Your niece is in from Austin, she’s lost to the scene I and my party have just settled in Pray happenstance deliver us inviolate From this wasteland of dreams Saints caught in acts sacred deifying Technicolor prints on the wall Rebels with their mustaches and rifles posed Solemn for martyrdoms call There are buckets for nothing but roses that are dying Banners for causes long withered in the trying In the windows the stained glass is quietly crying out ‘What are we doing here’ Don’t let us down Juan, we need you tonight We’ve come seeking pathos ‘neath the halogen light Estrella, your mistress, has cued the machine Your niece is in from Austin, she’s lost to the scene I and my party have just settled in Pray happenstance deliver us inviolate From this wasteland of dreams In a cardigan borrowed from Rimbaud Clutches the microphone stand Though his body and his mind speak otherwise His eyes gleam as an eager young man’s There’s a song on his lips, a mid-century tango Speakers turn out a recording he’ll sing to Though nothing here crackles like a thundering revue There’s no disputing the fact that we’re here So don’t let us down Juan, we need you tonight We’ve come seeking pathos ‘neath halogen light Estrella, your mistress, has cued the machine Your niece is in from Austin, she’s lost to the scene And I and my party have just settled in Pray happenstance deliver us inviolate From this wasteland of dreams
4.
Two-Step 03:51
A little slice of heaven Adelaide you’re making me laugh and I don’t even know you But I’m guessing that the things you like, Butterflies and hollowed wood blowin’, Are pretty much the same as mine Along the line a warbling bird Your uncle calls from Red Deer just to hear you Dabble away in the water of words While the 59th Street Bridge Song is dancing with the Summer breeze, a two-step if you please Why is it everyone that I know Is just a little down, a little concerned over what they don’t know Like will there ever be a frontier? Looking for a place where our dreams Can have it out with our fears There’s a colour that I’m thinking of You can spot it yourself with a keen eye and bent for blue sky An appaloosa that knows her name A verandah with an upright piano rolled out on Sundays Along the line a warbling bird Your uncle calls from Red Deer just to hear you Dabble away in the water of words While the 59th Street Bridge Song is dancing with the Summer breeze, a two-step if you please Adelaide the phone is ringing I gotta go answer to everyone, they’ve got my number But in the quiet that I leave behind you can spy with your eye a footpath through the aspens to the pasture Along the line a warbling bird Your uncle calls from Red Deer just to hear you Dabble away in the water of words While the 59th Street Bridge Song is dancing with the Summer breeze, a two-step if you please
5.
The Slide 03:10
As I sit by my window On a warm November day Boys on BMX’s Wheel their worries all away On the steps of the tabernacle They’re rolling up a joint They might not remember what they learned today But what they learned is ‘What’s the point?’ Of relying on hope In this wavering time Relying on a plastic bag instead Trading crime for petty crime With five in your pocket You can always get by You can always paint your name on a concrete wall And let the troubling slide The water mains lay belly up Gaping grave at my feet Layers of asphalt now reveal The traveling history of my street That which we don’t want to recognize We slip into the ground If we bury the troubling deep enough We can barely hear the sound Of a whimpering hope In this wavering time To be left in a ditch in a plastic bag Hardly seems an earth-shattering crime With five in your pocket You can always get by You can always paint your name on a concrete wall And let the troubling slide The sun was uncommonly bright today Autumn leaves flakes of gold She pulled one down to reminisce As if she’d suddenly grown old I’d seen her shine on a high school stage It was Remembrance Day She made me remember All that glitter’s real Sunlight on a grinnin’ face And a flicker of hope In this wavering time Believing that the plastic bag we are thinking of Bears a lesson to be cashed in rhyme With five in your pocket You can always get by You can always paint your name on a concrete wall And let the troubling slide
6.
Fade Away 04:17
I’ll rise up In the morning Early morning To be with you Dressing comes A little bit easier A little less fuzzy than It did before I am forty Half of eighty One third of one twenty Don’t the numbers look pretty There’s a cow at the auction Standing with the others Then her number’s called And she says goodbye Trouble is There is too much thinking for the day - hey Trouble is There is too many things to put away - hey Colour wheel Spinning so fast it turns to grey - hey And fades away I know this man He lives in an outpost A long way from trouble A long way from town In the morning he wakes up There’s no movement in his legs He says, ‘Don’t it look like I’m staying put today.’ I’ll rise up In the morning Early morning To be with you I will pray three times a day at my window - hey Snow will fall in a line hard past my gable - hey A chair, wood floor, a solid table - hey Fade away
7.
She left home in an overcoat Married in a storm Laid her first child down In a bank of drifting snow Carry on Heather, carry on home Carry on wondering why the ties that bind Have left you all alone Well you carry all the drawings you loved ‘Til you carry them no more Settle near a water source Lay off your walls and floor Carry on Heather, carry on home Carry on wondering why the ties that bind Have left you all alone Lifted trusses heavenward Draw, quarter the sky Foundation stops the easy shift Of dirt and embrace the lie Carry on Heather, carry on home Carry on wondering why the ties that bind Have left you all alone With every window pane There comes a darkening shutter Every stray shaft of light The shadow and a mutter Carry on Heather, carry on home Carry on wondering why the ties that bind Have left you all alone These elastic consequences They lose their meaning over time Collapse, constrict the heartbeat A sort of treason of the mind At night just to let the blood flow You loose the throat and let the wine go Down, down, down. Consider now a mantle piece A transom bearing stone Cross member with a heavy load Now on a pillar left alone Carry on Heather, carry on home Carry on wondering why the ties that bind Have left you all alone /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ She said : I will build us a home In the back of a converted bus With plenty of windows to let the light in A mansion of rivets and rust Gardenias will be our official flower Whippoorwill our bird We’ll take as our own the songs of Bob And Whitman as our word As the dust hovers on the hood of our home We raise it plain to the god of comfort and plenty And in the tradition of the great ascetics Let our rhapsody stand for the many
8.
Tired Horses 04:29
The sound of rolling rippling bells Tumble off the tower to the plaza below These doves, they know the dawn With them she awoke Lying still for a long time listening, Picturing the village dogs The scarves of the market The carcasses carved up And what she might take across Miriam raise the shade The orioles return to the trembling ash Morning has fallen, the moment incarnate Has paused at the window then passed Breathing, “I believe I’ll revisit these tender memories... Draw them deep within my eroded chest Flesh out the beloved, their scents and their touch, Speak to them, invite them across.” Miriam to where’d you disappear? Your evening nurse arrives with a vial of ease This bed, but for your night clothes Is empty for the first time in years Thirteen stables too lie empty Slanted light streams in the door Dust still settling to the floor While out on the level, The great plain below heaven A dust cloud ushers them across Finally, by the riverside she lies, Traces etched in clay, take this cup Mourning doves, they know their song, On cue they erupt Sun eclipsed by the horizon, Eyelids forever closed to tears, Fallow deer from willow groves appear Thirteen horses kneel in communion, drink the river Song of loss, a lone swallow dips, wings a soul across
9.
Black Water 03:20
Oh Regina, you’ve got a hold on me Half of the good that’s happened Out here arose in your womb from a seed Planted by windstorm In a late April shower while the Cheyenne sang “Ça Ira” Oh black water glistens on the street Where the light falls and bleeds Death is a reflex, life is a footstep planted on a sidewalk uphill En route to anywhere marigolds bloom Or Jedara in the second century The horse and the rider have drowned in the sea No need looking back for your enemy Don’t cry for your young, they’re caught up in the rye The street leads to the sweet bye and bye Oh Regina, you virgin queen When the hobos spilled over the tops of your boxcars You slaughtered with an innocent ease Deliver me an anthology of poetry inspired by, Or a painting like Goya’s to really see Oh black water, runs in my soul as I watch the boys bleed Holden’s arms open, while Moses emboldened Rages over the molten beast Pray tell an intercessory that might cross my lips A melody keyed for the spirits release The horse and the rider have jumped in the sea No need looking back for your enemy Don’t cry for your young, they’re caught up in the rye The street leads to the sweet bye and bye
10.
There’s a lotta water here runnin’ down the drain low in my back where I keep all that worries me I can feel the strain Helicopters ferrying bodies and logs away and I was taught by a hidden camera all I saw was okay And in the meantime, I’m lingering In the young sounds on a summer day Meager remains of milk and honey now If they could they’d all fly away Digital tundra underfoot they can’t close their eyes lest they lose sight of pictures meant to blind so they close their minds (and) Ride the big top jungle beats let them carry you away on a swirl of neon strands of happiness through the darkness of another day And in the meantime, I’m lingering In the young sounds on a summer day Meager remains of milk and honey now If they could they’d all fly away Madeline and a motorbike, it’d seem to be all I need to leave the trucks and the circus behind even then the choppers need to feed And in the meantime, I’m lingering Here on a bus hound grey And when the nun leaves the Citroën The blue girl’s hat blows away Everything moves in circles even as it runs down the drain except maybe light and the distance between the things that blow away Helicopters they never see what becomes of the sun on the face of Madeline in the evening loveliness Da Vinci And in the meantime, I’m lingering In the young sounds on a summer day Meager remains of milk and honey now If they could they’s all fly away
11.
Ravenna 03:56
Lastly, I trundle off to my pillow Night sky a stone’s throw from my mat I work on raising your image up to my mind’s eye Thinking it’d be nice to drift off with you in my sight A satellite is what I’d be if I circled round now A shooting star if i plummeted to burn at your feet Instead I’m a red tailed hawk ridin’ lift in the afternoon Whether I descend is a matter of diminishing winds Still there’s no reason to believe I’ll be home soon I rise to a bell that beckons in a foreign tongue The women of Ravenna pray in dim light rooms As do you my long suffering one “I, to, have been in Ravenna it is a little dead city that has churches and a good many ruins,” Not my words but the poet who calls out from my pack My shoulders are sore from the weight of his words on my back You wrote in your electronic mail that I should come home now, As the candle you left in your window has sputtered and died And in the event that I’m gone longer than six months You cannot guarantee a lock’ll remain on your love Still there’s no reason to believe I’ll be home soon I rise to a bell that beckons in a foreign tongue The women of Ravenna pray in dim light rooms As do you my long suffering one Lastly, I pray for your safety It is a sentiment culled from a flowered and passionate past As for now I lie alone wide open to the night winds The most I can afford, a drifters benediction - Amen

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This is a collection of classic songs from the first 20 years of Roger Dean Young's catalogue

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released October 20, 2020

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Mastered by Graemme Brown at Zen Mastering
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Roger Dean Young & the Tin Sea Victoria, British Columbia

Roger Dean Young is a singer-songwriter sprung from the foothills of Alberta and deposited on the West Coast of British Columbia.

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