This Side of the Green Arrow (2005)

Story

performed by Daniel Rogers; additional vocals by Danan Healy; guitar by John Morgan; bass by Jon Beard; drums by Keith Hanlon

written, produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; drums recorded by Joe Viers at John Schwab Recording, Columbus; piano recorded by Michael Jack at Phase One in Toronto

mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

sound effects recorded by Daniel Rogers

Lyrics

From one perspective it looks infected and from another it looks clean

From one angle it looks so tangled and from another so pristine

Well, I won’t suggest that I know just who’s at one point or the other now

In the middle it seems like a trampoline, up in the air it all goes ‘round

At a windy beach, walking in the sea, the maps and charts float off in the waves

Passing roadside vendors and old abandoned fenders, it would be good to get away

The future keeps replacing the now, where I once looked up, today I look down

And the road ahead will soon be my ground

This too shall pass, this too shall pass

I move from here to be over there, and when I’m there I’m thinking of here

And when I’m here I want to be there

This too shall pass, this too shall pass

Some perspective, it’s all subjective, from day to day, from thought to thought

Too many options, too many toxins, I’m a disconnected astronaut

Story


performed by Daniel Rogers; guitar by John Morgan; backing vocals by Danan Healy and Noelle Shearer; tambourine by Ed Davis

written, produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; piano recorded by Michael Jack at Phase One, Toronto

mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

Lyrics


LYRICS:

A freshly lit sky shines through the blinds, I stretch out my limbs and count up my time

I pour in a bowl some cold cereal, I turn on the war ‘til my belly is full

I drive into work on a crowded freeway, talk radio is angry today

In the parking lot the wind blows the leaves and I feel the tempest coming for me, me

Coming for me, me

What am I supposed to be doing? I’m typing, I’m copying and answering

Discussing, and I’m listening, reporting and accumulating, segregating,

Entertaining, premeditating, but what is it I keep debating?

Oh I don’t know, I only know that you’re my love

Though sometimes I just drift up high, look down from above

Up where I hear thunder, feel the sky grow dark

Smell the breeze through treetops, watch the lightning strike

Now here I sit, computer screen and burning eyes

Here I sit with food to eat, to get my high

Oh I don’t know, I only know that you’re my love

And so I’ll just keep repeating, and slowly start deleting the things that keep my bleeding

And hope the sky clears up, I hope the sky clears up

When I get home I park in the street, I rush in the door for more food to eat

The TV comes on and my face grows numb, my eyes glaze over and my mind goes dumb

Watching the clowns, the stylish attire, the killings, the lust, the giddy desire

Then I turn on the war and while drifting to sleep I feel the tempest coming for me, me

Coming for me, me

Story


performed by Daniel Rogers; additional vocals by Danan Healy; guitar by John Morgan; bass by Jon Beard; drums by Keith Hanlon

written, produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; drums recorded by Joe Viers at John Schwab Recording, Columbus; piano recorded by Michael Jack at Phase One, Toronto

mastered Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

Lyrics


LYRICS:

They say she was a brilliant girl, they say he was a clever boy

‘Til bullets blew up through the floor, until the flames burned up the door

They were destroyed, the girl and boy, and no one saw them anymore

Out of old-rimmed sunglasses, through their tear-soaked eyelashes

They see the scars upon their arms, remembering the fire alarms

And bandages they kept in stashes to cover gashes left by the bombs

Somewhere else, aloof and svelte, a lady drinks her tea and lays the sugar cubes out evenly

Someplace far, while men shoot par, a sweaty sort makes deals to make a war and break the seal

Without an honest reason, keeps it all uneven, thinks it’s the killing season

In the streets the families fleeing are watched on newscasts in the evening

By the civilized elite, we utter sympathetic creeds

And it’s the safe imbalance there that keeps it square in thought and deed

For all is even, all is fair, for those who dance, not those who bleed

All is even, all is fair, all is even, all indeed

Story


performed by Daniel Rogers; backing vocals by Noelle Shearer; guitar by John Morgan; shaker by Ed Davis

written, produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; piano recorded by Michael Jack at Phase One, Toronto

mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

sound effects recorded by Daniel Rogers

Lyrics


LYRICS:

Airplanes, runways, fog out the window, the payphone slips out and hangs by the cord

Hurriers pass in streaks of color, the air tastes sour, the knee joints fold

The earth pulls out from underneath your feet

Now you’re traveling

Where empty space and timeless distance meet

You’re the traveler

Taxicab seats, smog out the window, strangers in cars, reflections in glass

Waiting on edge, sitting in silence, absorbing change with quivering hands

The earth pulls out from underneath your feet

Now you’re traveling

Where empty space and timeless distance meet

You’re the traveler

Story


performed by Daniel Rogers; backing vocals by Noelle Shearer and Danan Healy; guitar by John Morgan; bass by Jon Beard; drums by Keith Hanlon; flute by Susan Rogers; tambourine by Ed Davis; additional voices by Richard Rogers, Steven Gerald, Michelle Belcher, Sanjeev Sant

written, produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; drums recorded by Joe Viers at John Schwab Recording, Columbus; piano recorded by Michael Jack at Phase One, Toronto

mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

sound effects recorded by Daniel Rogers; Steven Gerald's voice recorded by himself

Lyrics


LYRICS:

Two traveled off into thick of wood, tools in hand, the drought made us weak

You, thirty years, and I, still young, sat along the old dusty creek

Oh sweet sound of water rushing

Irrigation

Oh sweet sound of water flowing

Celebration

Oh sweet sound of life

Come on home, come on home, the water’s good and we’re doing fine

They gave us life, they gave us our lives to live

Oh sweet sound of water rushing, oh sweet sound of water flowing, oh sweet sound of life

Two traveled off but they’d not return, not again be seen, their tools floated home

Floated home

Story


performed by Daniel Rogers; backing vocals by Noelle Shearer and Danan Healy; saxophone by Kenny Ruffin; guitar by John Morgan; bass by Jon Beard; drums by Keith Hanlon; percussion by Ed Davis; speaking voice by Evonne Rogers

written, produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; drums recorded by Joe Viers at John Schwab Recording, Columbus; piano recorded by Michael Jack at Phase One, Toronto

mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

sound effects recorded by Daniel Rogers

Lyrics


LYRICS:

Don’t be afraid, you’ll be okay, you’ll learn what you need to take care of yourself

And though you may not be high society, and life may not be that familiar fantasy

You’ll be more than alright, you’ll be more than alright

Trust me, I’m Future Man

I know what you never can

And when it seems your problems can never be solved

I’m there with you, and I’ve been through it

I’m there with you, we’ll make it through it

I trust you, you’re Future Man

You know what I never can

And when it seems my problems can never be solved

You’re here with me, and you’ve been through it

You’re here with me, we’ll make it through it

When I’m afraid, feel like a child all over again, I know that you’re here, you’ve seen how it ends

And I’ll be more than alright, I’ll be more than alright

Story


performed by Daniel Rogers; vocals by Noelle Shearer; guitar by John Morgan; percussion by Ed Davis; drums by Keith Hanlon; hand claps by Lisa Gerald Rogers

written, produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; drums recorded by Joe Viers at John Schwab Recording, Columbus

mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

sound effects recorded by Daniel Rogers; additional effects from Sounddogs

Lyrics


LYRICS:

The pin lights wind through branches, torches illuminate

Anticipation gathers, what better than the wait?

Once in the gate, the scope begins for harlequins in hats

For floral dragons dancing, for golden brickyard paths

The Festival, extending as far as eyes can see

Leaves not a thought for troubles, turns not a soul away

The Festival, as precious as all the joy it brings

Not even once will ask a solitary thing

The lovers hide in corners, the shoppers swing their bags

The girls with yellow ribbons chase after boys with flags

The colors in the fountains cover the spectrum full

And dewdrops rain upon all comers as they lull

Come one, come all to the greatest place on earth

Where you’ll kiss pretty people, eat chocolate covered snowflakes, sail rivers of flowing wine

Ride glowing solar trains to cafes made of beads

Take baths in lemon whirlpools, nap under mile-high trees

But you better hurry over, ‘cause if you choose to wait you might run out of time

Life’s hard, there’s tragedy and sorrow, too many stresses leaving burdens to bear

So take a break, come and join the party, The Festival will extinguish your cares

Life’s short, it’s gone before you know it, why waste time on anything less than thrills?

So come and visit, or come and stay forever, The Festival is the cure for your ills

Life’s hard, with difficult dilemmas, too many handles for too few of our hands

So get away, your pleasure is awaiting, The Festival is your wonderland

Life’s cold, too many people lonely, too many people trying to fend for themselves

So take a trip that you can ride forever, The Festival will make you feel well

Story


performed by Daniel Rogers; hand percussion by Ed Davis

written, produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; co-recorded by Lisa Gerald Rogers

mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

Lyrics


TEXT:

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Story


performed by Daniel Rogers; drums by Keith Hanlon; hand percussion by Ed Davis; hand claps by Lisa Gerald Rogers

written, produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; drums recorded by Joe Viers at John Schwab Recording, Columbus

mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

sound effects recorded by Daniel Rogers and Lisa Gerald Rogers

Lyrics


LYRICS:

I fly up into the bright, blue sky, then right back down to the metal device

When I’m up high, everything looks small, I can see far, I can be tall

Then I come down, see the faces go by, it seems so sad that we all will die

So here I go, riding ‘round and ‘round, it keeps me up, it keeps me down

I ride the Ferris wheel, oh, every day, but I can’t feel it move anymore, oh no

Story


performed by Daniel Rogers

written, produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; piano recorded by Michael Jack at Phase One, Toronto

mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

Lyrics


LYRICS:

Old lanterns move through street sides where moonlit sweethearts crooned

Where shopkeepers are sweeping and whistling familiar tunes

As crowds flow through the exits, as shining lights grow dim

I’m all alone and waiting for one last harlequin

Story


vocals by Danan Healy; mandolin by Jeff Hoelter

composed., produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; Danan Healy's vocals and Jeff Hoelter's mandolin recorded at Healy's home in Baltimore

mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

sound effects recorded by Daniel Rogers and Lisa Gerald Rogers

Story


performed by Daniel Rogers; vocals by Danan Healy; mandolin by Jeff Hoelter

written, produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; Danan Healy's vocals and Jeff Hoelter's mandolin recorded at Healy's home in Baltimore

mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

sound effects from Sounddogs

Lyrics


LYRICS:

In a hole upon a hill is empty space, never filled

There is a sun, but there’s a chill

And something sinks deeper still

Forevermore, deeper still

Story


performed by Daniel Rogers, backing vocals by Noelle Shearer, bass by Jon Beard, hand percussion by Ed Davis

written, produced, recorded, mixed by Daniel Rogers at The Vinecatcher; piano recorded by Michael Jack at Phase One, Toronto

mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston

sound effects recorded by Daniel Rogers 

Lyrics


LYRICS:

A single slice of toast or some yogurt please to put my ailing stomach at ease

When I wake up in the night and I suffocate, is it fate or my own will?

Is my cup full, so to drink up life? Or is it dry, but mine to fill?

Dazed by the countless views, how far could my boundaries bend?

I saw something there when I thought that I’d found the end

Well, I see something here, it’s good to know that I’m on the mend

I was once running late for a night’s soiree, there was no good reason to be delayed

I stopped my car at a traffic light, my left turn signal was blinking bright

But, alas, oh no, it never ever did come, no green arrow would send me on

So which part of the intersection would I decide

Is the good side, the bad side, the right side, the wrong side?

Is there more than one side?

Or is there only this side?

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