Credits

  • Music and Lyrics by Matthew Reiss and Theron Welch
  • Loveless was written by Eldon Jones
  • Outside My Window was written by David Dault
  • Cover art by Jason Wood
  • FT Photography by Kris Stanton
  • Recorded, edited, and produced at the Bedside, Bellevue, WA

Copyright 2005 Theron Welch, Matthew Reiss, The Bedside

Music

  1. 01 Living In The Now
  2. 02 Magnifikahn
  3. 03 The Hawks Well
  4. 04 Journal
  5. 05 Precious Time
  6. 06 Loveless
  7. 07 Miracles
  8. 08 Simplicity
  9. 09 Artifact
  10. 10 Outside My Window

Sheet Music

Lyrics

Living in the Now

I’m told that living in the past is wrong And looking too far ahead is just as bad I stare at my shoes and chide myself It’s just so hard to be living in the now

I’m swinging like a pendulum I can’t stand still

I tend to revisit my past mistakes I worry that the path I’m on might end I find a spot on the wall and stare It’s just so hard to be living in the now

I’m swinging like a pendulum I can’t stand still

Magnifikhan

You know me Though I hold it all in Giving nothing away And you know

You know me I’m set in my ways Wary of change And you know

Subtleties You read the signs I can’t read myself And you know

You only Always a surprise Disguises fail And you know

You know me A mysterious gift How you know I don’t know

The Hawk’s Well

There are those who doubt you And a voice inside your head Leads the chorus

Afraid to lose your way Inside the mazes made of choices Put before us

Take me to the well; Let me drink the water Drawn up in a vessel That will chase away my fear

At times like these my fear Shuts down my anxious mind So many ways to fail

Sitting in the dark I let the hollow glow of worries Light my way

Take me to the well; Let me drink the water Drawn up in a vessel That will chase away my fear

Precious Time

Precious Time More precious now than last year Where does it go

I write and sing this song is played We work for free We pay with time

Here I sit; passing time letting time pass - me by

Precious Time More precious now than last year Where does it go

Days go by There’s always more That I could do Why even try

Here I sit; passing time letting time pass - me by

The price I pay is so high For a life well spent Passing time - Precious time…

Loveless (Eldon Jones)

There must be something… There must be something more to this.

There must be something to these words A million lies I’ve never heard And, you may say just what you will It seems bizarre to me.

There must be something to my heart So senselessly you’ve torn apart And, you can’t say just how I feel Or, what you are to me.

Without hope Without dreams Without anything You leave me loveless.

Without love Without trust It’s so obvious That you leave me loveless utterly loveless.

There must be something to these lines Deep in the corners of our minds Some memory to show us how To cure this agony

There must be something to these games That, even now, seem quite the same A little thing that won’t allow A bit of ecstasy.

Without hope Without dreams Without anything You leave me loveless.

Without love Without trust It’s so obvious That you leave me loveless utterly loveless.

Miracles

Miracles happen every day Behind my eyes Beneath my skin

My wounds are healing Wounded while reaching Searching for miracles again

It’s all right here in me Is it enough that I’m alive

Miracles happen every day Behind my eyes Beneath my skin

Magical eyesight Receiving visions Looking for miracles again

It’s all right here in me Is it enough that I’m alive

Beside me Behind me Around me Inside me

Simplicity

Simplicity Simple to say Hard to find Simple to lose

Simplicity Simply rare Reproduced It disappears

A point becomes a line A line becomes a shape The shapes all multiply But I can’t see the point

Complexities Convolutions Tangled lives Simple underneath

Artifact

Musical artifacts Relics of a time and place Reminding me Taking me back

I’ve changed The music remembers Who I was

I’m making time Taking my time Out of the past Making a memory I need an anchor I rush to the future Letting today Pass away

I’ve changed The music remembers Who I was The past comes alive

Years from now Digging thru relics I’ll find this artifact And return

Outside My Window (David Dault)

Maybe the birds outside my window Are just some huge bird symphony, And they’re practicing, rehearsing And warming up for some close bird harmonies

If I’m lucky Before I die I’ll hear their performance

And they’ll be singing…

Maybe the words I’m listening to Are just words that I have said in the past, And they’ve been reflected back And come to haunt me.

Maybe if I look outside my window You’ll be standing there with the sun in your eyes, And we can end this nightmare Of being without you.

And we’ll be singing…

Maybe we’re the ones in the cage, And we flap about for a little while, And we eat our birdseed, And amount to nothing.

Maybe the birds are looking in my window, And watching me while I’m watching them, And they say, “I wonder when he’s gonna start singing.”

Well I’ll be singing…

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