The Past Is Never Past (CD #5)
The Past is Never Past (CD #5)"The Past is Never Past is the title for a collection of songs that, like memory and experience, couldnot lay fallow. Some are selections that didn’t quite fit stylistically on Around the Margins, myprevious disc. Others were cut as songwriting demos; and still others were released on specialcompilations, magazines, and websites. As I began to compile them for my own archives, I saw analternate look into aspects of my journey of the past year take shape. This became a special limitededition release of this work, with a couple new pieces added for good measure. So, much likememory and experience, this collection took on a life of its own, and the songs now belong to thepresent and future, proving that the past is indeed, never past." (Doug Hoekstra, Nashville TN, linernotes for this Inbetweens Record release). The title song is indeed drawn from the famous WilliamFaulkner quote; there are co-writes with collaborators George Marinelli and Gary Michael Smith aswell as a Brecht/Weill cover (“Ballad of the Soldier’s Wife). Recording was completed at multiplelocations in Nashville and Chicago."***1/2 (out of 4) - Ever versatile, his arrangement skills present traditional Twang in a newway.colleagues have drawn comparisons from Beck to Leonard Cohen. My proposal: Forgetcomparisons, listen to this record." (Joerg Feyer, German Rolling Stone review of The Past is Never Past)
Produced by Doug Hoekstra; Engineered at multiple studios (as noted below); Mastered by SteveTolson at Masterfonics, Nashville TN; Cover photograph by Paul Heartfield, London;Design/Layout by Joe CrokerAll songs copyright and published by Doug Hoekstra, Doug Hoekstra Music (BMI), andadministered by Kobalt Music group, except: “Break My Fall” by Doug Hoekstra and GeorgeMarinelli (BMI); “The Past is Never Past” and “Where I Worked” by Doug Hoekstra and GaryMichael Smith (BMI) and “Ballad of the Soldier’s Wife” by Bertolt Brecht and Kurt WeillShe Walks in BeautyLord Byron - voiceDoug Hoekstra – electric guitar, keyboardBill Murphy – marimbaAndrew Robb – cymbalsEngineered by Andrew Robb, Chicago ILOh, ZamiraI feel the water on my faceCold wet rainAnkle deep in mudNothing left to sayOh, Zamira, where are you?When the night comes to a closeThis night comes to a closeThe dark and empty forestStops me like a wall.Behind my backLimbs bow before they fall.So lifeless to the groundA blue jay flutters in front of meAnd barely makes a soundOh, Zamira, where are you.When the night comes to a closeThe night comes to a closeWalkin' over branchesWhere I threw away the ringI searched myself for innocenceAnd didn't find a thingOh, Zamira, where are you?When the night comes to a closeThe night comes to a closeOh, Zamira, repeat.I searched into the night
Flashlight in my handYou remained insideI was looking for my pastIf I were a different manI might've howled at the moonOr made false promisesFor a covenant renewedBut it was overAnd there was nothin'Anyone could doDoug Hoekstra – acoustic guitar, bass, vocalsAndrew Robb – mandolaEngineered by Andrew Robb, Chicago IL and Robb Earls, Sound Vortex, Nashville TN500 Miles AwayHey, baby, I'm in one of those moodsI wanna clean out the closetThrow away whatever doesn't moveLook into my open eyesHelp me understandLace your fingers into mineBecause you canDon't tell me, don't tell meAnother wasted dayFive hundred, five hundredLong and lonely miles awayOh baby, I wish that you were hereTo share the lightning in the skySummer air still and clearSkate punks underneath the starsI watch 'em flyin’ byIn and out among the carsI never dream at nightDon't tell me, don't tell meAnother wasted dayFive hundred, five hundredLong and lonely miles awayOh baby, it's one of those thingsIf you were here you'd understandThe sadness the world can bringLonely people everywhereSmoke and mirrors
You know me like no one ever willYou answer me like a prayerDon't tell me, don't tell meAnother wasted dayFive hundred, five hundredLong and lonely miles awayDoug Hoekstra – acoustic guitar, Wurlitzer piano, vocalsDon Kerce - loopsGeorge Marinelli – mandolin, organPat Meusel – baritone guitarEngineered by George Marinelli, WingDing Studios, Nashville TNBreak My Fall (Hoekstra/Marinelli)I've been traveling a long time, looking for my soulI've been breaking up the pieces, just to become wholeI've been walking on a tight rope, a hundred feet above it allAnd like a sea of roses, you always break my fallBreak my fall.There's a place in the desert, New MexicoWhere the sun sets like a painting about to explodeI see us standing on that bridge, babe, a hundred feet above it allThe Rio Grande beneath us and the mountains rising tallBreak my fallHad a chance to lead a thousand livesA thousand worlds where a man could hideA thousand nights now I lie beside youIf I only knew, if I only knewI've been thinking of tomorrow, where the air is soft and coolI've been living for the pleasure of breaking every ruleI've been standing on a high dive, a hundred feet above it allAnd like a bed of silken water, you always break my fallBreak my fall.Doug Hoekstra – acoustic guitar, vocalsHarold Book - loopsGeorge Marinelli – acoustic and electric guitars, piano, vocalsEngineered by George Marinelli, WingDing Studios, Nashville, TN
The Past is Never Past (Hoekstra/Smith)Johnny ran into the forestA canopy of colored leavesPassing time was at his sideAs he wove into an autumn breezeThe trail stopped at a riverbankA drop of 25 feet, andDown below there was long agoAt the bottom of that streamRocks and sand, touched by other handsNot gone, simply unseenThe past is never past, it's with us all the timeIn the soil beneath our feet and the memories deep insideThe past will always lastThe past is never pastJohnny's farmer was a farmerAnd wanted him to do the sameThere was a wooden cross out by the barnThat marked his father's graveJohnny struggled with his callingHe read books that made him seeThe souls of the long departedCould come and set him freeTake him where he'd never dared;Beyond the fallow fieldThe past is never past, it's with us all the timeIn the soil beneath our feet and the memories deep insideThe past will always lastThe past is never pastYou can't stop the endless flow of timeThe past is never past, it's with us all the timeIn the soil beneath our feet and the memories deep insideThe past will always lastThe past is never pastYou can't stop the endless flow of timeDoug Hoekstra – acoustic guitar, bass, melodica, organ, piano, vocalsK.K. Falkner – vocalsEngineered by Robb Earls, Sound Vortex, Nashville TN
Drops Fell From My FingertipsA dark starless nightAcross the African plainOn the streets of the citiesThe helpless fade awayDrops fell from my fingertipsDrops fell from my fingertipsDrops fell from my fingertipsAnd as they fell, I saw the ripples that were castFrom Durban to JohannesburgTo and from the diamond minesSpinning on the curvesWhere moments touch each otherMoving slowly and then fastSpinning on the curvesMoving slowly and then fastDrops fell from my fingertipsDrops fell from my fingertipsDrops fell from my fingertipsI closed my eyesI became a child5000 people every dayEvery family criesThese people are not whiteThese people are not richDo they deserve to die?On a dark starless nightI touched the water with my handI touched the water with my handAnd drops fell from my fingertipsDrops fell from my fingertipsDrops fell from my fingertipsColleen Burke Kave - vocalsDoug Hoekstra – vocalsJeff Kowalkowski – pianoAllison Stanley – percussionEngineered by Jeff Kowalkowski, Mondo Oakdale, Chicago IL
If the World Was BlindThe world's most beautiful woman was born todayAnother perfect diamond cast into the frayShe could grow up to be polished or turn out roughCould choose to be smooth or wear her edges toughShe could be a lover, mother, presidentBut right now her fists are small and clenchedAnd her tiny eyes are closedIf the world was blind, what would we see?If the world was blindIf the world was blind, what would we be?If the world was blind, if the world was blind, if the world was blindThe world's most beautiful woman walked down the streetCrossing Bedford Avenue - two blocks away from meI watched her as she put her key into the doorAnd turned on the lights inside the flower storeYou wouldn't see her on the news or a magazine,But her features shone softly and sereneAs she worked aloneIf the world was blind, what would we see?If the world was blindIf the world was blind, what would we be?If the world was blind, if the world was blind, if the world was blindThe world's most beautiful woman just passed awayTired and tested, she belonged to another dayShe used to shine, dazzle on the silver screenAnd rose to glamour in everyman’s fantasyThe radio reporter conveyed the tragedyOf living in seclusion in Daytona BeachAt a home for aging starsIf the world was blind, what would we see?If the world was blindIf the world was blind, what would we be?If the world was blind, if the world was blind, if the world was blindDoug Hoekstra – acoustic guitars, harmonica, vocalsJeff Kowalkowski – loops, organKat Parsons – vocalsEngineered by Jeff Kowalkowski, Mondo Oakdale, Chicago IL
What’s On Your Mind?It was a foggy night, wet and dampA boarding house and an oil-lit lampA quiet man in a noisy worldCheckin' out with a string of pearlsIt was a typical day for most of usRide the el, catch the busMessages for you and meBreakfast at the Busy BeeWhat's on your mind, my angel?What's on your mind, my girl?What's on your mind, my angel?What's on your mind, my girl?It was a sunny spot where it never rainedShe never stopped to hesitateThe beach was full of broken glassThe water rose and the day went blackSomebody lost their train of thoughtThe last thing left from all they gotTime to laugh and time to shoutTime to take the garbage outWhat's on your mind, my angel?What's on your mind, my girl?What's on your mind, my angel?What's on your mind, my girl?Won't you tell me, tell me, what's on your mind?Won't you tell me, tell me, what's on your mind?He wanted to move away from hereHis dreams were lined with pain and fearThrown ahead from far behindHis past was like a fishin' lineShe wanted to have a kid somedayAnd settle down in ParaguayThe stars threw down their mighty spearsAnd showered heaven with their tearsDoug Hoekstra – acoustic guitar, electric guitar, hand-drum, harmonica, percussion, vocalsPat Meusel – electric rhythm guitarChris Minnis – drumsEngineered by Doug Hoekstra, Mondo Eighteenth, Nashville TN
Staring Out the WindowI was staring out the window at refineries and plantsPumping black into the dirty cloudsThe driver started talking, about his wife and his sonAnd all the things time would not allowAnd, there was music on the radioAnd, there was music on the radioSnow began to fall, an ambulance passed us bySiren spinning, light into the grayJet black hair broken speech; he said that he had come from GreeceLeft his brother half a world awayIt must be hard, I thought out loud, taking such a risk,On a place you've never lived beforeHis face filled up the mirror, it was better for their kidsThey need to know that life can offer moreAnd, there was music on the radioAnd, there was music on the radioThere’s a family at the table; lovers in each other’s armsA clock ticking on the mantelshelfOver Cicero and Stickney, the sun began to setLike a painting done by someone elseI was starin’ out the window I was starin’ out the window, bungalows in a rowPlanes were flyin’ low overheadThe sidewalks, they are empty, but inside there are dreamsSome will follow; others are not ledDoug Hoekstra – acoustic guitars, vocalsColleen Burke Kave – backing vocalsPat Meusel – baritone guitarAlison Stanley – clarinet, drumsEngineered by Jeff Kowalkowski, Mondo Oakdale, Chicago ILWhere I Worked (Hoekstra/Smith)I worked in an office, way back whenI didn't have much in common with my so-called friendsEvery afternoon, we'd head downstairs to take a breakTalk about baseball or something like that, I'd say let's catch a gameI'm not a hero, I was a clerk, where I worked
Ben was turning gray, but he still lived at homeFell in love once years ago, nobody likes to be aloneMarriage was inside his mind, but she was outside the faithAnd his mother's will turned out to be more powerful than fateHe had a picture of his dog in a golden frameMercury was his name, neither one of them complainedI'm not a hero, I was a clerkThe game was on TV, and that was where I workedBen lived to please, he paid 25,00 claimsWe had a party, the boss bought pizza in his nameI gave my two week notice and said we should get togetherBut tomorrow turned to yesterday and sometimes into neverSoon after I left, I ran into a friendWho told me that a heart attack had taken life from BenHe was at his desk when he grabbed his chest and called for MercuryI think about him every time I say something I don't meanI'm not a hero, I was a clerkThe game was on TV, and that was where I workedDoug Hoekstra – acoustic guitars, vocalsJeff Kowalkowski – keyboards, orchestral arrangementJen Paulson – violaAllison Stanley – clarinetEngineered by Jeff Kowalkowski, Mondo Oakdale, Chicago ILThe Life We Love #9I watched you sleep, arm over meDreams slippin’ away on the breezeThe room is quiet and I felt a chillThe moment holds me perfect and stillLook out the window and try to shape my willA circus game when I was a childHad me spun through the air by hands of guileI worried I might break his bonesBut my father melted like the winter snowIs the life we love, the life we show?Oooh, ooh, the life we loveOooh, ooh, the life we loveMountains rise from the deeper greenInto a sky so blue it can humble meAnd the peaks are covered with alabaster snow
All year round - I can feel you closeAnd the life we love is the life we showOoh, ooh, the life we loveOooh, ooh, the life we loveCrazy timing, tender chanceLives thrown together like a fifth-grade danceTake my number and watch me twirlAround the room like a gingerbread girlLet me close my eyes and be taken to a worldDoug Hoekstra – acoustic guitarsColleen Burke Kave – vocalsJeff Kowalkowski – accordion, fingersnapsEngineered by Jeff Kowalkowski, Mondo Oakdale, Chicago ILBallad of the Soldier’s Wife (Brecht/Weill)What was sent to the Soldier’s Wife?From the ancient city of PragueFrom Prague came a pair of high heel shoesWith a kiss or two, came the high heel shoesFrom the ancient city of PragueWhat was sent to the soldier’s wife?From Oslo over the sun?From Oslo there came a collar of furHow it pleases her, the little collar of furFrom Oslo over the sunWhat was sent to the soldier’s wifeFrom the wealth of Amsterdam?From Amsterdam, he got her a hatShe looked sweet in that, the little Dutch hatFrom the wealth of AmsterdamWhat was sent to the soldier’s wife?From Brussels in Belgium landFrom Brussels he sentLace stockings so rare, to have and to wearThose lace stockings so rare from Brussels in Belgium landWhat was sent to the soldier’s wife?From Paris the city of lightIn Paris he got her a silken gownThat was hand made in town, that silken gownFrom Paris the city of light
What was sent to the soldier's wifeFrom the south from BucharestFrom Bucharest he sent her a skirtEmbroidered and pert, she looked cute in that skirtFrom the South of BucharestWhat was sent to the Solider’s Wife?From the far off Russian LandFrom Russia there came just a widow’s veilFor the dead to be wailed, in her widow's veilFrom the far off Russian landDoug Hoekstra – vocalsJeff Kowalkowski – piano, orchestral arrangementPat Meusel - guitarJen Paulson – violaTina Paulsen - celloEngineered by Jeff Kowalkowski, Mondo Oakdale, Chicago ILRear-View Mirror EffectIt’s the rear-view mirror effect. When one looks back, objects tend to appear larger than they reallyare. It isn’t necessarily fate or synchronicity, it’s just that certain things fall away and others aremagnified, foreshadowing what follows like key points in a play, the narrative of one’s life. But, thenagain, life is a narrative. Someone said that’s why so many of us are running around writing songsand stories and plays, because we’re trying to make sense of our lives.Doug Hoekstra – librettoJeff Kowalkowski – piano, loops, organ, orchestral arrangementKat Parsons - vocalsJen Paulson – violaAlison Stanley – clarinet
The Past is Never Past (CD #5) "The Past is Never Past is the title for a collection of songs that, like memory and experience, could not lay fallow. Some are selections that didn’t quite fit stylistically on Around the Margins, my previous disc. Others were cut as son
May 02, 2018 · D. Program Evaluation ͟The organization has provided a description of the framework for how each program will be evaluated. The framework should include all the elements below: ͟The evaluation methods are cost-effective for the organization ͟Quantitative and qualitative data is being collected (at Basics tier, data collection must have begun)
Silat is a combative art of self-defense and survival rooted from Matay archipelago. It was traced at thé early of Langkasuka Kingdom (2nd century CE) till thé reign of Melaka (Malaysia) Sultanate era (13th century). Silat has now evolved to become part of social culture and tradition with thé appearance of a fine physical and spiritual .
On an exceptional basis, Member States may request UNESCO to provide thé candidates with access to thé platform so they can complète thé form by themselves. Thèse requests must be addressed to esd rize unesco. or by 15 A ril 2021 UNESCO will provide thé nomineewith accessto thé platform via their émail address.
̶The leading indicator of employee engagement is based on the quality of the relationship between employee and supervisor Empower your managers! ̶Help them understand the impact on the organization ̶Share important changes, plan options, tasks, and deadlines ̶Provide key messages and talking points ̶Prepare them to answer employee questions
Dr. Sunita Bharatwal** Dr. Pawan Garga*** Abstract Customer satisfaction is derived from thè functionalities and values, a product or Service can provide. The current study aims to segregate thè dimensions of ordine Service quality and gather insights on its impact on web shopping. The trends of purchases have
Chính Văn.- Còn đức Thế tôn thì tuệ giác cực kỳ trong sạch 8: hiện hành bất nhị 9, đạt đến vô tướng 10, đứng vào chỗ đứng của các đức Thế tôn 11, thể hiện tính bình đẳng của các Ngài, đến chỗ không còn chướng ngại 12, giáo pháp không thể khuynh đảo, tâm thức không bị cản trở, cái được
Le genou de Lucy. Odile Jacob. 1999. Coppens Y. Pré-textes. L’homme préhistorique en morceaux. Eds Odile Jacob. 2011. Costentin J., Delaveau P. Café, thé, chocolat, les bons effets sur le cerveau et pour le corps. Editions Odile Jacob. 2010. Crawford M., Marsh D. The driving force : food in human evolution and the future.
Le genou de Lucy. Odile Jacob. 1999. Coppens Y. Pré-textes. L’homme préhistorique en morceaux. Eds Odile Jacob. 2011. Costentin J., Delaveau P. Café, thé, chocolat, les bons effets sur le cerveau et pour le corps. Editions Odile Jacob. 2010. 3 Crawford M., Marsh D. The driving force : food in human evolution and the future.
