"Stone Fields... A Spectre Haunts Texas" genre: Leftfield
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	--Sensual visions, telling events... --"You Guys ROOOOOOCK!!!! 8 minutes long and I loved every second of it! Superb performances by all, and a very very cool mix and production! So many different elements and influences, mixed and blended together for a superb piece of ear candy!" Steev --"The Vocals are spectacular! You Guys always put out Quality Music! The Spoken Part reminds me of Jim Morrison Poetry!!! Cool!!! Very Interesting Outro!!! An Evocative Listen!!!" Razman / Chicago, IL --"The freeflow spoken section certainly adds an unsettling touch to the tune. Very disturbing overall. Great lyrical imagery...where'd that Shaman come from???" Axis 1
	CD: Dark Ryders-- in progress   Label: TBA Credits: (c) 2002 by Dark Ryders. Recorded, mixed and mastered at Necessity Sound Recorders.
	Story Behind the Song The Dark Ryders find inspiration in our own experiences, rather than from hype or trends. Our songs tend to be interconnected and form a musical landscape. This one is no exception, though it's different in a number of ways. It's something of a theatrical piece in two parts, featuring driving guitars in the beginning and followed by an atmospheric spoken word section, "A Spectre Haunts Texas". A Native American rain stick is used, along with other ambient effects and a rainstorm from the day of the session. Lyrics Stone Fields From a far distant land I recall your stranger's hand Where the wild waves thrash the shore I will live to see no more Flying down the highway Flying down the highway These things that I have known These dreams that I have known These fields will turn to stone Yeah Girl I'm falling Where the river runs Looking always toward the mountain But I never, no I never see the sun Flying down the highway Flying down the highway, away, away These things that I have known These dreams I had are gone These fields will turn to stone I remember deep blue friends Open doorways, tragic ends I remember fragile lies Broken shorelines, haunted eyes Flying down the highway Flying down the highway, away, away These things that I have known These dreams that I have known These fields will turn to stone © 2002 by Dark Ryders A Spectre Haunts Texas ...blood and steel motorcycle accidents ice pick thru the skull warm blonde on the lake in the basement, the comrades' ritual claiming the deep world the roaring unknown home of prophecy magic causes futures w/out absurd ritual where there rattles only artifice crystal goblets rattlesnake venom opium candles of dull hunger w/out the psychiatrist's couch the philosopher's stone the Dream American the license of good hypocritical indulgences (lock of hair of St. Vitus) w/out glowing tribute or honor claiming the deep world the deep cave of oracle caverns roaring w/ connections to heavens galaxies swirling universes sensual visions telling events loose, mocking beauty's laughter, allowing the continuum of the presence of the infinite Fast cars resurrections of burning emotions scattered products off advertisements late from the twentieth century neon decorations, drums ...drums ...drums Things like this never happen ...things like this never happen ...things like this never happen awakening vision, viscera, the eye of the soul and pumping heart of now and forever-- a most seductive siren calling like that which brings rain... © 2002 by Scott Graves

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