Tom Ross Life Archive

< SOUND VESSEL
...RED MORNING
© Kivastone Records

VIDEOALBUMLAUNCHEVENT
MARCH 27, 2009

< THIRST
© Buck Young BMI
Debut Album [1998]

< THE UNVEILING
Film Soundtrack
© Kivastone Records
Film Site

< CARBON [Copies]
Vox Demo Tracks
Demo voice tracks.

< ALBUQUERQUE
© Buck Young BMI
Official City Song
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	< Seastained (Kamen Ross on Piano) All that I see in the cardinal West \| Is all that I found at land's end \| Cat boat's sail shadow \| Stretched to your port \| Is all that I have left to send \| And I'm waiting for The Captain's call
This song is about that wanderlust felt before a journey. In Buddhism, the West represents movement toward enlightenment. In Ancient Egypt, the West was the cardinal direction in connection with death, though not always with a negative connotation. The Celts believed that beyond the western sea off the edges of all maps lay the Otherworld, or Afterlife. _________________________________________________________________
	< Red Morning Today begins like yesterday \| Don’t want it to go on \| Seabird shouts as if to say, \| 'You’ve got to carry on' Red mornings are unending here \| And reach before dawn \| In the wake of this liquid year \| I’ve got to carry on \| Splintered masts tell the tales \| Of intrepid eons \| Dreaming of my Lee-side girl \| I’ve got to carry on . [BloomOrGloom Contest Winner]
Once on a journey, after the excitement of the leaving and before the anticipation of the the arrival, comes a netherworld of doubt. This is where one's Dharma presents itself—one's righteous duty or virtuous path. A work ethic is achieved by a quiet self sacrifice of doing what you have to for as long as it takes to do it. _________________________________________________________________
	< Socorro [Film Trailer] Gun oil bleeds into the sand \| Blue steel sizzles in my hand \| Cracked Earth crumbles beneath my feet \| Caked-on regret won't retreat \| Toward the sun I must go \| Runaway from tomorrow \| Gun oil bleeds into the sand \| Blue steel sizzles in my hand
This song and it's film offshoot are the result of one single tremolo guitar riff. It's a testament to the power of six strings, six notes and a 9 volt battery-powered tremolo effects pedal. It's (song & film) about the intrigue, drama and consequences that a single death [thankfully] still has on a population. _________________________________________________________________
	< Coba [Instrumental] (Scenes from The Unveiling)
While shooting scenes for "The Unveiling" at the pyramids of Coba, Mexico on the Yucatan Peninsula, I had a fascinating, albeit translated, conversation with a local Mayan descendant named Samuu Carche about how common the belief is there that the Mayan king Pacal Votan was an extraterrestrial. Paleocontact theory has been an obsession of mine since I was a young boy and I believe part of the unveiling that 2012 will be is along these lines. _________________________________________________________________
	< US 6 I chase a line red horizon \| Drive 'til that line bleeds to night \| I know that I’m on a lifeline \| Drive 'til that line bleeds tonight
"Route 6 runs uncertainly from nowhere to nowhere, scarcely to be followed from one end to the other, except by some devoted eccentric." — George R. Stewart For me, the story and map of US Highway 6 is a metaphor for life in that, one can still get lost even while traveling in the exact right direction. _________________________________________________________________
	< Carbon All I see, all I feel \| All I have, all I give All I see, all I feel \| All I have, all I give All we are, all we have
Although it is our core element, Carbon is much maligned. We protest it, tax it, demonize it yet crave it... a lot like sex. This is a love song to Carbon. It is a reclamation of ourselves and acknowledgement that it is not the Carbon that is destroying us, but our misuse of it's power. Like sex pollutes sensuality. This is also a meditation on the Tibetan Sidpa Bardo or "bardo of rebirth", which features karmically impelled and often sensual hallucinations which result in rebirth. _________________________________________________________________
	< Archer (A Deist Hymn) Men of cloth their hands of snakestone Temple templates for the Soul \| But Truth is quiet and it’s pointed \| Like an Archer’s Arrow \| Deny the flesh then told it’s sacred \| Is our most intimate treason \| Those most sure are those most frightened \| The miracle is Reason \| No one knows what’s going on here \| Embrace the elegant sorrow \| Truth is quiet and it’s pointed \| Like an Archer’s Arrow
Deism is a category of belief that assumes the probable existence of a higher power based on reason, nature and experience. This is a protest song against historical religions that have made humanity ashamed of their most basic nature in order to control through fear of a hell invented by these same men. _________________________________________________________________
	< Sound Vessel ....[Instrumental]
Although instrumental, this song sums up the moment. The Red Morning of mortality. It calls up the imagery I suspect during the 1st state of the Tibetan Chikhai Bardo or "bardo of the moment of death", which features the experience of the "clear light of reality", or at least the nearest approximation of which one is spiritually capable. And the Chonyid Bardo or "bardo of the experiencing of reality", which features the experience of visions of various Buddha forms. _________________________________________________________________

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When the tide comes in she'll take a walk tonight Rising like the moon, you know she feels alright
She's left her soul behind and coming 'round tonight

Days like silver stones sinking in a sea I'm so all alone there isn't even me Waiting on the moon I know I'm not the first To taste her nectar to quench a killing thirst

All I feel is wanting
All she brings is light
All I want is feeling
To quench a thirst tonight

Deep dark pools
for eyes, auburn in her hair She's Triton's Secret lover

From his darkest lair

Rise again tonight to claim another host
When she comes to me I'll offer up my ghost

All I feel is wanting
All she brings is light
All I want is feeling
To quench a thirst tonight

The drought inside my soul catches for a flood She's right outside my house
I feel her in my blood. Should I let her in or should I run and hide? Should I quench a thirst with her rising tide?

All I feel is wanting
All she brings is light
All I want is feeling
To quench a thirst tonight

I've been lying here thinking about what was said and all the damage that was done. I thought I'd figured out how to live with myself
How to be home but on the run

But that came crashing down around my feet
In arcs of sound (I traded) honesty for oblivion

It's time to recognize the differences between the lying
And getting away with the truth
'Cause stacking boxes full of flatteries and promises leaves a house of love no room

And they came crashing down around my feet
In arcs of sound (I traded) honesty for oblivion

It's time we talked about the raw, the real It's time to deal
It's high time we sat down 'Cause if we let it ride, let it go, let it lie It's bound to come back around

And then come crashing down around our feet
In arcs of sound (I traded) honesty for oblivion

Mary came home in a black and white
Her mother rushed her through the door
Her father signed the forms again and made his golf game by four

Later that night about 3am Mary hitched a ride on the interstate
A string of wired truckers and a real close call got her to Hollywood by eight

Joey woke up to a policeman's boot
He was in a doorway on Vine. Another day on his pilgrimage
His Mecca a 'Help Wanted' sign. Joey sat down with a broken pen. Scratched his name half-truths and lies

He thought, that maybe if I'm not smart enough, they'll say, 'You know at least he tries' 'cause bosses like parents never cut him slack
They only cut him loose too soon
'Go into the world, boy and be a man
and always sing a happy tune'

We can't hear G*d when he passes by
or the ancient laugh in a baby's cry
Our children watch in blue fire daze
as hunters come in painted face

Mary sat down in the coffee shop her only baggage is her past
Thought to herself, 'I'm so afraid' Then Joey walked up with a water glass

'Can I bring you a menu or a coffee cup?' She said, 'I haven't anything'
But in just three months he proposed to her With a steel wedding ring

Before too long, a child came and blessed their lives with new light
Now Mary stays home just to talk to him
And Joey sings him happy tunes each night

Tonight.
I think it's Tuesday night
Out there. Somewhere

The camera eye
Bending certain light
Mid-air

She tells me stories
About the girl
Takes me places
In her world
Think I'll come around tonight

A quantum leap
Sir Newton sleeps tonight
A holo-grail and forgotten tale
Of men and light

She tells me stories
About the girl
Takes me places
In her world
Think I'll come around tonight

I hear marching feet out my door
I feel the wind and sleet
The roar

She tells me stories
About the girl
Takes me places
In her world
Think I'll come around tonight

Worlds are formed when sphere collide
Wars are won when we decide
And all the while spinning clear
In a capsule of atmosphere

I've finished counting on what it is I hide
When voices speak in tongues
Yet never do confide
And all the while spinning clear
In a capsule of atmosphere

Maybe we should talk about the things we just can't say then maybe we could bring about the things we just can't change

I've finished counting on what it is I hide
When voices speak in tongues yet never do confide and all the while spinning clear
In a capsule of atmosphere

Sip the wine of Truth
From a grail of pounded steel
Draw each other's blood and before there's time to heal
Ride

And all I know is it won't come on slow

The day was prophesied
The battle was foretold
A Valhalla wind blows south
So trade in your beast for gold
And hide

And all I know is it won't come on slow

The demon wind is cold and spits in waves of sound
Like a furious angel
Descending to the ground
Glide

And all I know is it won't come on slow

Landing here upon my beach
Further than your father's reach
With eyes of blue and lust for gold
To futures that are bought and sold

This is no enchanted place with Northern Kings and Elfin Lace
Grails are tossed into the sea
A temple locked without a key
And I'm calling to you

Stab your flag into this land
Turn the soil with your hand
Don't disturb the ancient lake
Or you'll be swallowed in its wake

Start the nation of the heart
You're the paint of nature's art
Launch traditions in my name
But don't forget now why you came
And I'm calling to you

The time will come to take our seat
Leave bare the North Wall when we meet
When three or more are gathered then
Take up arms and gold and men

This is no enchanted place with Northern Kings and Elfin Lace
Grails are tossed into the sea
A temple locked without a key
And I'm calling to you

It used to be that time was endless
With moments of Golden Chance
To take the hand
of an Empress
And lead her
In a dance

It used to be the Edge was seamless
Earth beneath
My feet
Now my nights
Are dreamless
An Empress takes
Her seat

And don't it seem
To last forever
Night time falls Around our bed

It's dark here in
The shadow of the
Light Bearer
Groping for
A shred sight
I thrust myself
Into the night

And don't it seem
To last forever
Night time falls Around our bed

It's dark here in
The shadow of
The Light Bearer
Concealing a
Lance of Doubt
For you
I thrust myself
Into the night

[Named "The Official Song of Albuquerque's Tricentennial 1706-2006]

Storms stall above her heart catch their breath and depart
As the light trail snakes the mountain side
Three sisters lie deep inside

And I'm coming home, Albuquerque

I've seen the Rio Grande in flood
I've seen her dry as bone and I've watched a Zia-kissed desert town
Come to life all alone
And I'm coming home, Albuquerque

Out West I made a life
Home kids and a wife
But as I walk along the evening tide in my mind I see Sandia rise

She raised me up a
Mile high and gave me Thunderbird wings
To fly
As I look at these Weathered hands
They first bled on Enchanted land

And I'm coming home, Albuquerque