Golconda

by Golconda

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04:03
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03:29

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Clara Byom: bass clarinet on track 2
Elliot Cless: violin samples on track 5

the prepared digital piano (tracks 3-4) is a software instrument invented by Dan Trueman: manyarrowsmusic.com/nostalgicsynchronic

cover art by Chaney Howe

music & lyrics by Luke Gullickson
Oct - Dec 2016, Albuquerque
© 2016 by Two Labyrinths Music (ASCAP)

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released February 10, 2017

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Golconda New Mexico

Peripatetic avant-troubadour songs for the discerning vagabond

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Track Name: Author Unknown
It’s been thirteen hours since I stood by your door
And Santa Teresa’s lit up like a gourd
Come out, little poet, come down to the square
Though I know that your critics will also be there

It’s been thirteen days since the professors came
They sit by the pool and they murmur your name
Come out, little poet, and don’t make them give
The best of their days just to know you still live

It’s been thirteen years since I picked up your books
With thirteen companions I scoured their nooks
Come out, my dear poet, and give us a glance
Of your tall silhouette on the street outside the dance

In Santa Teresa the weather is hot
And the sunsets come early the months that it’s not
Come out, my dear poet, or give me a clue
That I can decipher to come and find you
Track Name: South of Pueblo, North of Raton
But first we made time for crumpets and marmalade
And breakfast sausage that your friend made
It was hard to leave with the snow in drifts
wrapping our cars up like Christmas gifts

Ten thirty and a to-go mug of hot tea
Ten miles and a flat halfway to Belfry
We would drive fourteen hours just to suss
what a little sun might do for us

We stopped for chocolate in a cowboy town
We stopped for a soak where the river runs brown
When we got to the desert we knelt down and cried
and thanked the Lord that we’d survived

We slept on the floor at the geologist’s home
We made scrambled eggs and we made plans to roam
We stared out the window in the forest’s face
we’d driven out of winter to some other place

I found you green in the grip of a lovely monsoon
Your pockets were empty, your smile like a rune
Yeah I drove eighteen hours just to see
what a little sun might do for me
Track Name: City Secrets
There are roads you never knew the names of
That all the same you always drove just fine
There’s a donut shop all the way across town
There’s a used bookstore that’s managed to stayed open
There’s a DIY space somewhere on the green line
There’s a taco place somewhere in the valley

And yeah, I’m going to the game tonight
But I don’t know exactly how to get there
No, I don’t know the best way to get there

There’s a high point with a view off 32nd Street
There’s a five-way intersection with no stop signs
There’s a townie bar somewhere on the west side
With a big fish tank and Gumballhead on tap
There’s a full moon over the factories on the Indiana line
There’s a house party by the freeway

And yeah, I’m going to Savanna’s place tonight
But I don’t know exactly how to get there
No, I don’t know the best way to get there

There’s a full moon over the factories on the Indiana line
There’s a silver maple stump that’s all that remains of
The roads we never knew the names of
That all the same we always drove just fine