Expatriates

by Tyler Lyle

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about

"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large" says Whitman, "I contain multitudes."

This small collection of songs was written by the caprice of some of the strange passengers in my head. I can't point to which one wrote what, because as soon as I realize that I'm being led down a strange road, he vanishes before I've reach the end of it. I look around, astonished that the page is full of a stranger's handwriting and claim it as my own. The theme is alienation- isolation- the november of the soul that begins to suspect that, damn it, this might just be it, and it's not going well.

This was tracked at my dad's home studio in Roopville, Georgia over the course of three days in June and then tinkered with at Joel Seibel's studio in Atlanta, Georgia off and on for about six months.

I view this as a dark, pensive intermission of sorts. I spent a year in LA accumulating songs that I'm proud of that will never be released, and songs that will, and songs you'll hear sung by other artists and you won't know that I had a part in it. I hesitate to put this small collection out because the feel, the intention, even the themes aren't similar to what's on the horizon, but I think there's something worthwhile in these expatriate songs- these songs meant for chewing on, not for swallowing (for the quiet minority that still have their teeth after ten years of auto tune and a four on the floor drum pads). *

For the family members whose likeness I've used on the cover and haven't recieved permission (which is all of them)- thanks in advance for letting me share this picture. The heavy roots that you carry are the heavy roots that I carry and the heavy roots we pass along. You will rage in me until I die- there is a strange solace there.

This is for the last few dark cold days of winter when the books are heavier, the thoughts are stranger, and the light is more foreign.

thank you.
2.16.13


*No offense to the auto tune or drum pads- that side project is on it's way shortly.

credits

released 14 March 2013

Produced and mixed by Joel Seibel
Mastered by Andre Griffin
Most of the instruments were played by Thomas Lockwood
Drums were played by Gabe Seibel and Micah Williams
Molly Parden sang harmony

Vocalist on Ithica:
Holly Evans, Faith Riley, Victoria Valle, Becky Scott, Virginia Fielder, Joel Seibel, Daniel Bass, Aaron Hogin, Gabe Seibel

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Track Name: Medusa
One year closer to my death
I haven't found what I'm looking for yet
It ain't big blue eyes and long blonde hair
It ain't a million dollars or a secret prayer

Ya see, my corpse was born inside of me
Sometimes I carry him, sometimes he carries me
And we ride this desert foreign land
When my prayers don't work I use my hands

There's a monster in my dreams
With ruby eyes she calls to me
And the demons circle round her throne
beside the princes she has turned to stone

She can take your brain but not your blood
She can bury your bones but not your love
Still, I keep practicing my aim
Persius is my name

Time is not the enemy
I am, I think
But if I can't find the rhythm
If I can't find a cure
By God I'm gonna break these walls and shake the floors

If I come I come to raise the dead
Even with all these demons in my head
And if you've come to raise them too
If you wait for me, I'll wait for you

My grandpa asked me to plant a tree
So I burned down the forrest while he was asleep
He awoke with not a tree in sight,
Said "now maybe son you can plant one right

Don't be afraid of the blood and gore
Don't be afraid of the devil on the threshing floor
'Cause there's a power in your bones that outconsumes
War and Sex and God and You"

Time is not the enemy
I am, I think
But if I can't find the rhythm
If I can't find a cure
By God I'm gonna break these walls and shake the floors

If I come I come to raise the dead
Even with all these demons in my head
And if you've come to raise them too
If you wait for me I'll wait for you

Guts of gold and wings of steel
A loaded gun and a pocket mirror
And if you make it out alive
You better hold that bloody head up high

My dad was born in '58
His dad was born in '29
His dad was born in 1895
His name was Persius- the same as mine
Track Name: Song For Bob
Too much whiskey and you can't find the truth
Too little and the outcome's the same
I'm on Abbot Kinney, a quarter to nine
Three drinks in my head and this song on my mind

I got nothing, nothing and no one
The pretty people just running in place
Tell me, is a song worth a damn thing
Nothing won't be worth nothing one day

I got a meeting tomorrow with a man and a pen
see if he can't get these songs of my hands
and give me some money for all of these tears

I got nothing, nothing and no one
and I just keep running away
Tell me, is a song worth a damn thing
Nothing won't be worth nothing one day

Hey hey there Bob Dylan, I wrote you a song
About a world that ain't never been born
Like a curse in my mouth and a cure on my tongue
It comes from my guts and it pulls out my lungs

I got nothing, nothing and no one
The pretty people just running in place
Tell me, is a song worth a damn thing
Nothing won't be worth nothing one day

Nothing ain't worth nothin' I say
Track Name: Werewolf
Some days I am Caesar
Some days I am Christ
Some days St. Theresa
By golly, some days I play nice

And some days I am a mother fucking werewolf
I am a cannibal that eats himself alive
So if you see me tonight on the floor or the ceiling
It depends how I'm feeling, maybe you'll take me home
and I'll climb your mountains and build a castle around it
But bring your silver bullets just in case

Some days I'm wide receiver
Some days blow your mind
Some days stoned at breakfast
Some nights drunk on wine

And some days I am a mother fucking werewolf
I am a cannibal that eats himself alive
So if you see me tonight on the floor or the ceiling
It depends how I'm feeling, maybe you'll take me home
and I'll climb your mountains and build a castle around it
But bring your silver bullets just in case

Some days you are Elvis
Some days Joan of Arc
Some nights Hallelujah
and some just break your heart

And some days you are a mother fucking werewolf
You are medusa with napalm in your eyes/ you are a cannibal that eats himself alive
And if I see you tonight on the floor or the ceiling
It depends how you're feeling maybe I'll take you home
Maybe we'll slow dance or build a fort on my big bed
But I'm bringing my silver bullets just in case

While I was casting demons out of you
You were casting demons out of me
Now I think it's best we let it be
Because I am a werewolf
and you are a werewolf too
Track Name: Rodanthe
Naked skin, the body bends in the morning sun
The best moments are the ones you can't tell anyone
We heard the front door slam
and you let go of my hand

Your daddy chased me round the water
Said "what are you doing with my daughter"
I said "i'm just doing what the bad boys do
sir didn't you used to want to be a bad boy too"

I got sunshine, sunshine
All over me
Brown eyes, blue skies
Are all I see

Time it goes, I suppose, too suddenly
But the things I thing I've lost I find back in the sea
Before the world began
Before you held my hand

Are you married with a family?
Did you move back to Rodanthe?
Do you chase away those bad boys too?
Remember when you used to think you loved a bad boy too?

You had sunshine, sunshine
All over you
Red wine, tan lines
and nothing to prove

One day it might be as good as it was
But it'll never be better
It'll never be better

Sunshine, sunshine all over me
brown eyes, blue skies
Are all I see
Track Name: Ithaca
I was born outside of Lexington
The first son of Oblivion
I came with a name that was on my tongue
I thought it might be You

I came of age and fell in love
I always pushed too hard or not enough
But I kept that song stuck too my tongue
I've been trying to get it out

See, I tried to marry Jesus Christ
It didn't take, but the dress was nice
So I filled my pockets with bread and wine
And I went on down the road

Caught a train to Babylon
Learned to sing the secret Songs
I dreamt of God in foreign tongues
And I learned how to starve

In a beautiful dream you were walking
In the city by the sea
and you wanted me
like I wanted you I wish that were true

I learned that Dionysis dances well
But the hangover she hurts like hell
Apollo robs the wishing well
He's a liar and a thief

Blind Lemon, Jack, and Kerouac
Henry Miller in my gunny sac
Blind Willie Johnson and Kierkegaard
Taught me the Texas Blues

I found a sleeping river man
Swore he would take me across the river to Jerusalem
But he wanted more than I could offer him
I memorized some quotes and wrote some songs

Now I sing for food and cigarettes
In these noisy bar and cabarets
Cough up the songs stuck in my chest
and I trade them for a beer

In a beautiful dream you were walking
In the city by the sea
and you wanted me
like I wanted you I wish that were true

The rain came in Vichy France
In a rented room by Pére Lachaise
Calypso on the unmade bed
She wears grey, but you wear blue, don't you

There, I dreamt that I met Kind Louis
Who was waiting on the guillotine
He said "They just don't see the things I see"
I said "They see more than you think"

He said "Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani"
Like the Son of God of or a fallen Beast
C'est ne pas mon pais
this is not my home

Then I awoke by a chestnut tree
In the Garden of Gethsemane
For a moment I saw Everything
Hallelujah and God Damn.

In a beautiful dream you were walking
In the city by the sea
and you wanted me
like I wanted you I wish that were true

Oh Penelope, she ain't waiting on me no more
Queen of Tennessee, every street to her was paved with gold

A thousand song I have sung
I got a hundred thousand in my lungs
But they never seem to be enough
To keep you by my side

All the lovers I have known,
Most for fun and some for show
They were only just a place to hold
The space I keep for you

And What may be the only sin
Is: life keeps you hungry to the bitter end
And one trip to the well ain't enough to get
Every thing you'll ever need

But I do not tell the world my dreams
They are alone for me to keep
Like a forrest in a mustard seed
Like the fire in the black coals

In a beautiful dream you were walking
In the city by the sea
and you wanted me
like I wanted you I wish that were true

Oh Penelope, she ain't waiting on me no more
I heard that she left town, heard she settled on another shore

I made it back to Ithaca
a high rise where the vineyard was
No magnolia trees up above
Blue grass hills had turned to stone

Then the oracle came at last
Said "Everything has come to pass."
Disappeared in a camera flash
And left me with the bill

I am a dying leaf upon this tree
I'll maybe last a century
Just waiting for a gentle breeze
To cast these sails to shore

Then I'll return from where I came
Without a face or family name
And I'll dissolve in the winter's rain
Back into Everything

In a beautiful dream you were walking
In the city by the sea
and you wanted me
like I wanted you I wish that were true

Oh Penelope, she ain't waiting on me no more
I sailed the seven seas
But she don't want a man, she wants her King
and that ain't me
I'm sorry