Larry Sizemore

Thieves of Tomorrow (c) 2009 Larry Sizemore

A little fifties-like tubes and tremelo with bluesy lead. The lyrics are introspective and based in the ubiquitous carpe diem theme. There is a little junk in the beginning and a whole lot at the end—I left it as a garage band embellishment.

many eyes on a dream so far away

being pushed back downstream or lead astray

by the prophets of time, the thieves of the day

and it’s gone

one day you wake up and it’s gone

and empty they carry on

while the masses get by, wait for the end

they turn a blind eye

as the children contend

with the prophets of time, the thieves of tomorrow

one day you wake up and it’s gone

desires still on the dream so far way

still being pushed back downstream, still lead astray

by the prophets of time, the thieves of today

it’s gone , yeah it’s gone

The Migration (c) 2008 Larry Sizemore

Epic Instrumental—-in over my pseudo-engineer head, but I do like the textures and repeated themes, even though the recording could be so much better. Since the song is long, I really had to compress the file to 96kbps to meet the 8mb limit, so the sound is a little dull and squirrely in places.

Lies and Alibis (c) 2009 Larry Sizemore

Inspired by an acquaintance who received a thrill from deception.

in passing, in brief no particular intention

but to keep disbelief in perpetual suspension

an element of surprise, a diversion, a distraction

becomes a chain of lies and alibis

lies, lies, and alibis

impossible to undo this growing hostility

unable to think it through every possibility

never planning all these cries and heartbreak and pain

from a chain of lies and alibis

lies, lies, and alibis

Outside Woman Blues  Arthur “Blind Willie” Reynolds

Recorded by Clapton in ‘67, I just wanted an excuse to play a slide guitar solo. Not a big fan of the song and I shuffled it up a bit to get the Statesboro feeling going. If Blind Willie’s publishers call, I guess I’ll have to change the words too, which wouldn’t be a bad idea, since they are no longer “appropriate” ☻!

Crashing Burning (c) 2009 Larry Sizemore

Latest effort (a work in progress)—Inspired by frequently denied human tendencies

tossing and turning i wake up burning

i wish you were here

the waiting is so hard, catches me off guard

how much i need you near

the moments that we spend together are too few

when we’re apart i’m only missing you

i’m overpowered and now i must concede

connections between us are now a need

you launch me to a place

where i feel part of the human race

a view so clear i never want to come down

you open a window to my mind

tangled thoughts start to unwind

then your gone and i’m crashing burning to the ground

you are addiction, you’re the affiction

that fills all my time

at once enabled and disabled,

the bond is so sublime

time becomes frozen on the path that we have chosen

when you are away

as you are leaving euphoria deceiving

the coming disarray

Blue Rain (c) 2008 Larry Sizemore

Long Saxy instrumental concluding with rough around the edges blues.

Afterglo (c) 2009 Larry Sizemore

Latin fantasy evening

the time is right the coast is clear

come on let’s get out of here

i’ve grown weary of these noisy bars

come dance with me beneath the stars

let’s go, let’s go

dance with me in the afterglo

let’s go, let’s go

into the afterglo

rhythm of the crickets the firefly light

two shadows swaying in the tropical night

moving to a rhythm only we can hear

come on let’s slip on out of here

Cupcake

70s Funk—derived from average music with my own twist—although I stop short of calling it a cover.

Line Between (c)2009 Larry Sizemore

Dichotomy of life’s dark clouds and silver linings

you’re my tempest

you’re my peace

you’re my tension

and my release

all the color comes from the rain

there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain

you’re my tempest

you’re my peace

you’re my tension

and my release

you’re my courage

you’re my fear

and the line between

pleasure and pain

isn’t quite so clear

push pull

fix break

empty full

give take

laugh cry

crazy sane

truth lie

pleasure pain