death to the king

by Tim Birchard with Chris Birchard

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The Hero's journey.

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released December 10, 2015

Chris Birchard wrote the words to the following tracks on this
album: Oil Spill; Your So-called Mexico; Prey Fish of the Ocean;
and Tonight We Sail, all copyright 2015, Chris Birchard.
In addition, excerpt from “Trip To Pine” copyright 2007,
and excerpts from “The House Down” and “Seeing Ghosts”
copyright 2008, all Chris Birchard.

Tim Birchard wrote the words to the other tracks on this album
and wrote all of the music. All copyright 2015, Tim Birchard (BMI).

For more music by Chris and Tim Birchard, visit:
www.timbirchard.bandcamp.com
www.cdbaby.com/cd/timbirchard

My dear brother Charlie Kiene generously allowed me to borrow a very special microphone for this album. Thanks, Charlie!

Special thanks to Robban Walfridsson, our friend in Sweden.
Deepest thanks always to our families and friends...
You know who you are.
The Lights of Pelacone glow brightly because of you.

...Any way the wind blows,
it blows me right back home...

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Tim Birchard is a musician, engineer, composer, and producer who loves a good story. He loves the unorthodox.

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Track Name: six dollars
Six dollars in my pocket
Guess I pushed it a little too far
Walked out of the diner
She had taken back her father’s car

I guess she found those emails
That I did not write to her

Funny how times can change
Funny how times can change
It’s funny how these times can change

My dad bailed me out
I was hanging by a thread
Gave me his old Honda
As I hung my head

Now I’m on the road
Now I’m on the road

Funny how the times can change
Funny how the times can change
It’s funny how these times can change

I’m off to see the Woodsman
That guy who cuts the wood
They say that he can fix me up real good

I’m off to see the Cutter
My friends all say I should
See if he can fix me up real good

Six dollars in my pocket
Guess I pushed it a little too far
Walked out of the diner
And I don’t even know what I’m doing

Now I’m on the road
Now I’m on the road

Funny how the times can change
Funny how the times can change
It’s funny how these times can change
Track Name: the woodsman
Twenty-five feet up in the air
Chainsaw in my hands
About to make a critical cut
Careful where she lands

But just before I pull the trigger
Look up to the sky and see something bigger

CH
Turkey buzzards circling, wild and free
Turkey buzzards circling, it's something to see

Now I'm not expecting visitors today
But there's a little white car headed up my path
One hand on my gun, feel the tree sway
C'mon little guy, you do the math

CH
Turkey buzzards circling, wild and free
Turkey buzzards circling, it's something to see
Turkey buzzards circling, wild and free
Turkey buzzards circling, do they circle for me?

This boy don't know what he got himself into
This boy done got himself stuck in the mud
This boy don't know who he's dealing with
This boy don't know which way is up
Track Name: side streets
(Instrumental)
Track Name: oil spill
Everything's nice, harder than steel
You won't really love me 'til
Things go bad, then they often won't

You won't know what's really real
And you won't really even love me 'til
I tell you to, and then I know you won't

CH
And I know our love can really spill
Faster than a motor wheel
You say, "Go faster!"
But I know it won't

I know our love is really real
Slicker than an oil spill
You say, "Go faster!"
And I know I will
Track Name: your so-called mexico
If I was a biker
I'd have that black hat with a spike on top
If I were a hiker
I'd hike to Tibet and never stop
If I was a lover
I'd love you till I'd almost drop
As a fortune teller I'd have you never down
but always on top

One is lost without the other
Life's without retreat
your so-called Mexico
No life and retreat

If I was a biker
I'd have that black hat with a spike on top
If I were a hiker
I'd hike to Tibet and never stop
If I was a lover
I'd love you till I'd almost drop
As a fortune teller I'd have you never down
but always on top

Hell, you can't even go back
Repeat the good times but now
All is lost again
All is lost in now

If I were a doctor
I'd first mend up your mind
If your love wasn't softer
I'd wait, to give you time
If time would just wait forever
I'd stop this foolish rhyme

If time would just wait forever
I'd stop this foolish rhyme
Track Name: the cutter's den
I walked into the Cutter's den
Not a Ferris Wheel in sight
Heart in my throat, and then
He gave me the biggest fright

"You've got a body and a mind
Time to leave them both behind
You've got a body and a mind
Neither is you"

He poked his finger at my chest
He said, "Is that a space-dye vest?"
Then he tore it off of me
Just so I could truly see

Outer circumstance
Just another dance

So I sat beside this man
That's when the end began
Closed eyes and watch your breath
Time to witness ego's death

Outer circumstance
Just another dance
Where we can finally see
What we might truly be

I walked into the Cutter's den
Not a Ferris Wheel in sight
Heart in my throat, and then
He gave me the biggest fright

You've got a body and a mind
Time to kiss them both goodbye
You've got a body and a mind
Time to leave them both behind
Track Name: slumber mode
When the lights come on
There's nowhere to go
Better keep your eyes closed
In slumber mode

If your body's warm
Don't you rock the boat
Better keep your eyes closed
In slumber mode

I can keep you safe
With promises
If you keep your eyes closed
In slumber mode

Let's just have a good time
Think about that other time

Don't you crack the door
On my metaphor
Everything's perfectly clear
Just insert meaning here

When the lights come on
There's nowhere to go
Better keep your eyes closed
In slumber mode

Better keep your eyes closed
Track Name: prey fish of the ocean
Fishing for cod out by the ocean
I'd taken up this notion
That the risks were too great

I sat out and I wondered
If hell should shake us under
If I could even relate

(Ch)
I'd taken my sweet time
Studied every crime
Of things that gone wrong

But by then I knew
That chances were few
You'd ever hear this in a song

Now I just pretend
Somewhere near the end
You can catch my drift

Now I just pretend
Somewhere near the end
You will give me a lift

Fishing for cod out by the ocean
Up in this tree without a notion
Of ever coming down
I ain't never coming down
Track Name: being ghosts
Let's raise the dead
Let's raise a toast
Here's to life
And to being ghosts

Somehow we tripped to this place
Where I don't recognize a single face
They tell me that I dreamt this into being
But I cannot believe what I am seeing
Track Name: tonight we sail
Walking down the lane's rain gutter
My footfalls mark the beat
Thinking of the Woodsman
How he never would retreat

He'd say, I'll be waiting in the wings for you
You can find me where you always do
I'll be flying where our hearts are true

I'll be waiting in the dying gloom
In my tiny little downstairs room
I'll wait, you'll never come too soon

Drinking light from the distant moon

Tonight we sail the waters deep
Trim our sails with love so steep
Within its holds we cannot keep
Our hearts from growing bold

He'd say, I'll be waiting in the wings for you
You can find me where you always do
I'll be flying where our hearts are true

Drinking light from the distant moon
Track Name: ferris wheel
Death to the king
Obsessive
Death to the one
Who thinks he knows

Any way the wind blows
It blows me right back home
Let’s go ride the Ferris wheel
Out in Pelacone

Take my machete
Cut out my heart
We’ll put on our blindfolds
And make bloody art

We’ve got ourselves a bonfire
on the beach sands
Let’s roll with the ocean
put my soul in your hands

And if the moon should catch us
In her spotlight
Sweep up the dusty ocean floor
Just to make everything right

Catch a ride on tailgate clouds
Laugh about the rain
Smile at the sundial
That eases all the pain

So tell me again how you’ve got it all
Under control
So tell me again how you hesitate
To tell a soul

Any way the wind blows
It blows me right back home
Let’s go ride the Ferris wheel
Out in Pelacone