The Golden Age & The Silver Girl

by Tyler Lyle

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Curly Jefferson
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Curly Jefferson Amazing, amazing, amazing. Love songs, pure and true. Tyler Lyle is quickly becoming one of my favorite songwriters. Favorite track: I Will Follow Love All The Way Home.
Aaron Miller
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Aaron Miller If you ever think you might write a great heartbreak album, listen to this and give up any hope you ever had. This is the standard. Incredibly written and arranged with a perfectly fitting low-fi sound. There are no sufficient superlatives to communicate this album's quality. Favorite track: I'll Sing You A Song.
David Kolen
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David Kolen This album is just unbelievable. That's all. Favorite track: Things Are Better.
JAM606
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JAM606 The songs all sound like the cover looks! 7/10 Favorite track: The Golden Age & The Silver Girl.
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1.
Shoes untied- and high I'll leave my body for the beasts Break me in- show some skin Baby leave your body to me I was young and I was wild And you were just my style You were sad and I was wild But I thought I sensed a smile And I thought I could make you happy But I'm so tired of ideals Honey do just what you feel I think it's enough to feel the Fire Well I'm hungry and I'm bold And I'll swallow you up whole Pretty lady show your teeth Holy Rolling Stone- holy Flesh and Bone Wholly out of my mind Holy Sun- shirt undone Holy velocity We were young and we were free Nothing worried me And you were sad and I was wild But I thought I sensed a smile And I thought I could make you happy But I'm so tired of ideals Honey do just what you feel I think it's enough to feel the Fire Well I'm hungry and I'm bold And I'll swallow you up whole Pretty lady show your teeth I'll arrive one day- well dressed and half awake With improved diction, quoting European fiction I'll arrive one day to a silence in the world I'll miss the golden age and the silver girl Hot as hell- oh well I'm drunk on everything Your worried mind- leave it behind Forget your underwear-(oh lordy) we are free! I'll arrive one day- well dressed and half awake With improved diction, quoting European fiction I'll arrive one day to a silence in the world I'll miss the golden age and the silver girl
2.
She's got brass pipes- comin' up her spine She's got stained glass window eyes She's got a choir inside her She's got a reason to sing She's got chapped lips- she got deep hips She's got her mamma's southern drawl And she don't worry- and she don't hurry She knows how to sing the blues And things are better when we're together These days turn into something more Never knowing why or where we're going But we ARE! we are going all the way! So I'll try not to forget that it's No coincidence that my hand fits perfectly in yours These little melodies will be a symphony The spirit is composing in our bones We were not meant to be alone You are my sunshine- you are my red wine You are my reason to sing And if that day comes, when a song is not enough I will learn to paint And things are better when we're together These days turn into something more Never knowing why or where we're going But we ARE! we are going all the way! So I'll try not to forget that it's No coincidence that my hand fits perfectly in yours These little melodies will be a symphony The spirit is composing in our bones We were not meant to be alone
3.
Put your lips to mine, Love Put your hand in my hands I will tell my father That I have found the woman You will teach our children I will plant our vineyard Soon we will have new wine To keep us through the winter We don't need to say a thing What is true is true But never be, too far from me (because) Now I am a part of you Sail out past the breakers Looking for my White Whale If you'll show me your secrets I promise I will not tell 'cause it has been a tough year Out here on the grape vine When next spring arrives dear We will have a fine wine We don't need to say a thing What is true is true But never be, too far from me [because] Now I am a part of you When my days are over Don't be sad I can't stay Lay me by the fire See me off on my way If you're reborn in a new life And some gives you red wine Does it taste familiar But you don't know how to say why? We don't need to say a thing What is true is true But never be, too far from me Now I am a part of you
4.
On the good days- and the bad days All you need is Love But on the worst days- it's not enough I will follow you as long as I can But you must cross the river by yourself When the gold fades back to ashes When the doctor makes the call And your heart floats like a barrel Over an endless waterfall On the good days- and the bad days All you need is Love But on the worst days- it's not enough I will follow you as long as I can But you must cross the river by yourself And it's not fair- that I can't be there But the Kingdom is closer than you know When the years fade into nothing Don't fight the tears The acorn will be a forest In a thousand years On the good days- and the bad days All you need is Love But on the worst days- it's not enough I will follow you as long as I can But you must cross the river by yourself And it's not fair- that I can't be there But the Kingdom is closer than you know
5.
Would you hold my hand Could you be my friend Catch me if you can But... I can find my way home I can do this on my own Your heart is pure and hands are warm But... I can find my way, So I don't need you to stay I can find my way On my own You could be my thrill Say you love me still If you don't no one will But... I can find my way home I can do this on my own Your heart is pure and hands are warm But... I can find my way, So I don't need you to stay I can find my way On my own Well If I have to go- there's one thing you should know I have always loved you best But, I can find my way home I can do this on my own Your heart is pure and hands are warm But... But, I can find my way, I don't need you to stay I can find my way On my own
6.
Anyhow... 03:19
Well I know that you don't love me now But I'm gonna love you anyhow And you don't see me like I see you But I'm gonna be here when you do I heard you say you loved me in your sleep What I'd give to be in that dream... Well you've had your doubts But I'm still around And your past, it ain't lost on me So your careful ways- even your angry face It's still looking pretty good to me Well I know that what will be will be As sure as winter finds its way to spring So I sit here restless patiently Until something in you moves for me I heard you say you loved me in your sleep What I'd give to be in that dream When you finally bloom for me I wonder what color you will be Well you've had your doubts But I'm still around And your past, it ain't lost on me So your careful ways- even your angry face It's still looking pretty good to me I'm not him and this ain't then Open up and let me in Well you've had your doubts But I'm still around And your past, it ain't lost on me So your careful ways- even your angry face It's still looking pretty good to me
7.
Sorrow 03:30
Sorrow- Sorrow I've had my share I'll wait for tomorrow to find some comfort there If I could run away I would run away Or drag you back to my bed It's the sweetest memories That hurt the worst in the end Sorrow- Sorrow We made our plans We begged and we borrow... Turned to nothing in the end If I could run away I would run away Or drag you back to my bed It's the sweetest memories That hurt the worst in the end I'm wasting my time I'm loosing my mind Mamma says I will find Some things just fall apart Sorrow- Sorrow Take heart my friend If the sun shines tomorrow I'll let it in
8.
I will miss the sun upon your face I will miss our endless days And I'll miss your taste But anyway... Sometimes for Love to come, Love has to go So I'll pack my bags and be off on my way Oh my dear I thought that we could make A happy home Now I don't Sometimes for Love to come, Love has to go And I'm sorry I'm sorry Marie- we tried In another time If I come back again It'd be nice to count you as a friend But if that's too much Like you say Then I'll love the Love that we have made Call it a day I can see the Sun rising! I can see the Blue Sky shining! The only thing stronger than love I can find is Time I will miss the smell of your hair Miss us kissin' in our underwear I do declare Don't seem fair Sometimes for Love to come, Love has to go And I'm sorry I'm sorry Marie- we tried
9.
Are you lonely too? You know it's hard to shake these midnight blues It took him half an hour to pack his things Just left a house key and a wedding ring Well I know that things just fall apart But that don't mean that it don't break your heart But I'll sing you a song If It'll make you feel better We are in this together- you and me If I had cure- you know If I had an answer I could make it all better But the world moves on and so do we Is he a walking heart attack Does she make love then take it back? People on the sidewalks with open wounds I got my share honey how bout you? Got no wise words or reasons why All the things you love seem to die But I'll sing you a song If It'll make you feel better We are in this together- you and me If I had cure- you know If I had an answer I could make it all better But the world moves on and so do we I am the son of a mobile home salesman I am the over-thinking brother wondering if you'll come home again I am the lover I'm the fighter I'm your cigarette lighter One day for someone that will be enough So I'll sing us a song Because it makes me feel better To know we're in this together- you and me But if I had cure- you know If I had an answer I could make it all better But the world moves on and so do we
10.
When I say that I love you, I guess what I mean is that I love you like a home I have to leave And I'm thinkin how nothing can stay How the sun stains the curtains And the paint flakes away But it'll always be home, till the memory fades I love you, thanks for the golden age When I say that I'm grateful I guess what I mean is how the sapling is grateful for the seed And I'm thinking how all things change How the branches grow tall But our initials remain I'll remember you well when the summer is gone Another year another ring round my bones When I say that I'll miss you I guess what I mean is that I'll miss you I'll miss you like autumn misses spring And I've been thinking how everything dies Like the reds and the blues on their way cross the sky And the sunset explodes when it knows that it's time Before hello, sometimes goodbye Kiss me once more Then leave me forever I know I'm too heavy to hold Grab both my hands Kiss me like you mean it And I'll never know you again When I say that I love you I guess what I mean is There's a Power that moves everything And it pushes the river to sea And it takes all the years and makes regret into peace you can't die alone, if you are free You didn't mean to, but thank you for showing me
11.
California 02:50
I'm not sorry I fell in love And I'm not sorry that you never cared enough It's just motion, and it's just time And every day we find ourselves a little further down the line I'm going to California- by myself The next time you see me I'll be someone else There ain't no gates around heaven, Ain't no gates round hell Just the sunset in the distance, and the dark on it's tail I did right, and I did wrong And you did too, but that's not why I'm gone It's just motion, and it's just time And every day we find ourselves a little further down the line I'm going to California- by myself The next time you see me I'll be someone else There ain't no gates around heaven, Ain't no gates round hell Just the sunset in the distance, and the dark on it's tail So this is it- this is the last song that you get A little sad, but we move on Soon I'll sing someone else's song My sheets are clean My mind at ease Here's a little something for the road, soon I'll be someone you don't know I'm going to California- by myself The next time you see me I'll be someone else There ain't no gates around heaven, Ain't no gates round hell Just the sunset in the distance, and the dark on it's tail
12.
I will follow love all the way home I will follow love all the way home Though it breaks my back- and leaves me all alone I will follow love all the way home Though I'm sad you've gone away I hear love, it goes by different names Though your parting dims the day Nearly put me in my grave I will follow love all the way home Home- where the bedroom smell like clean clothes Home- where it's alright in the cosmos Home- you don't think so, but you're so close Home- if it's not balanced, then it's almost I will follow love all the way home I will follow love all the way home Though it breaks my back- and leaves me all alone I will follow love all the way home For those afraid to die alone Think of all the friends that you have known And every blade of grass Every face that kissed you back All the sunsets and pouring rain Every joy and Holy pain Every kiss and bloody stain Ah, the proof that we have lived! In no beginning and no end! Every flash of light you've seen! Every color every dream! Will be forever singing on In the Holy Mind of God- The Immortal burning Sun with Every person that you've loved! And I swear it will be enough. And you'll be there And Love will follow you all the way home Love will follow you all the way home.

about

All these songs deal with a girl. One girl. Every girl. It's a theme album. It's a break up album. It's less of a "let's put this out there because people will like it" album, and more of a "I feel so intensely that I don't know what else to do but bleed onto a word processor or napkin or tape machine" album.
The focus is singular. It's a dialectic- all sung in first person narrative. The songs were written during the lifetime of this particular relationship, or in the aftermath of it, and they were recorded hastily in Joel Seibel's bedroom two days before I boarded a plane to Los Angeles.

Tina Harris and Ken Rose co-wrote the song "Anyhow..." with me in early April while in Paris. It was my first experience writing with songwriters who have been writing longer than I have been alive. The focus and intention sprouted on the metro the night before, and it was as honest of a song as I've ever written, but Ken and Tina were there as wise editors who tested and challenged every decision. The song is shared with them.

As for the the girl, let me first say that this is yet another example of why someone should never date a musician. Like most people, I'm almost completely full of shit. A few years ago, I wrote and played a break up song about a girl I had been dating at a venue in Atlanta, and that girl was in attendance (the song was Cypris). I asked her after the show what she thought about the song, and she was in tears (and not the good kind). I can be very dense and short sighted, because I think sometimes that everything is permissible in song land. So, to the girl wo inspired these songs, I say: I'm sorry I exploited our story for financial and creative gain. Maybe the better thing would be not to release it at all.

Still, on another level, I think that it's foolish to represent this as just "my" story. The inebriation and longing and despair are stitched into our skin and sinew and internal organs (so i'll sing us a song, because it makes me feel better). Romantic love and loss are probably the most present physical manifestation of the richness and poverty of God that we can find on earth without having to look too hard (we can't all be mystics or monks or students of psychotropic drugs). These stories about love or it's counterpart have been merged into the collective firmament like foot traffic presses the gum on Hollywood Boulevard onto plaques of dead comedians. They are as much a part of us as we are.

So, A.B. if you listen to this (which I selfishly hope you don't)- know that I know that this is my story and not the story. In the lightening of the moment, these were the etchings. They are imperfect and the editor in me recognizes how many half truths are contained within them. That is the lie that hides behind created things. But it's also what gives it meaning. Our true selves are hidden from us (remember?). The word that is spoken is not the true word (remember?). Or maybe it helps to remind yourself that I'm completely full of shit (which I am).

I was going through a preoccupation with the fear of dying alone during the past months, so this is also a bit of a commentary of my journey through that. You can't separate the good from the bad in life, and you can't separate the actor from the chorus. If anyone wanted to write an essay on the hints at a phenomenology of death in this album, I'd be interested to read it.

As of today, I'm officially a resident of Santa Monica, CA three blocks north of Venice, a million miles from where I thought I would be. I'm looking out a window of a cafe onto Main Street- two blocks from the Pacific Ocean and the sun is shining.

Marina Abramovich says that the artist stages his pain so that he can liberate himself from it. I tried that. I say that we find ourselves in spite of ourselves, and the answer comes on its own, without fanfare- on a walk to East Atlanta Village with an icecream on a fall day, or a sunset on the Seine, or a hotel room in Austin, TX, or a midnight drive through Malibu because the ghost in your room in Laurel Canyon won't let you sleep. Or at a cafe on Main Street- two blocks from the Pacific, and the sun is still shining.

Sail on silver girl.

Thank you for listening to my songs.

credits

released July 16, 2011

Joel Seibel, Thomas Lockwood & Tyler Lyle played all the instruments on the album-Thomas played the most- Molly Parden (mparden.virb.com) sang backup on Winemaker's Love Song and California. Joel Seibel engineered it. Joel and Thomas produced it- with minimal input from Tyler (which was mainly "could you turn the vocals up" or "the banjo is stepping on the vocals" or "the vocal level sounds good until all the instruments come in, then the vocals are too soft").


Album was mastered by André Griffin in Grant Park, Atlanta, GA USA.

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