Rosemary Street (2018)

Album Cover for Rosemary Street single, with b-side Levitation of Crystal

Several of my songs take place in a fictional Midwestern town, which is mostly a composite of Athens and Marietta in Ohio. Rosemary Street runs through downtown and is lined with several shops. It’s a good place for taking a walk, getting a coffee, and browsing through books. The lyrics of this song saw a lot of revisions over the course of two years. I started with this idea of two people run into each other at a bookstore after years apart. For a moment it feels as if nothing’s changed, until they see an awkward young couple that reminds them of their old selves.

I had set aside two days to devote to the recording of the guitar and vocals for this track. Unfortunately, an illness descended upon me earlier in the week and I was still tired and congested the day of. Impatient to record and without any more free days coming soon, I recorded anyway. I think the vocals suffer as a result, but I still feel good about the songs; I hope to redo them someday.

Lyrics

Saturday morning’s sun cast shadows
Across the vacant breakfast table;
I drew a frog on your phone book cover,
While your mother said you were out buying records
On Rosemary Street.
On Rosemary Street.

Saturday evening, we almost held hands,
Or at least I thought of it.
The sun broke away unnoticed
And you wished me better luck next time
On Rosemary Street.
On Rosemary Street.

I’m afraid we’ll be afraid
Of whom we used to be
When we meet our old selves perusing
The shelves of the old book store
On Rosemary Street.
On Rosemary Street.

I find it hard to close my eyes,
But I wouldn’t change a thing
Even if I could,
But, oh, if I could.

Levitation of Crystal

Our son’s copy of Dunninger’s Complete Encyclopedia Of Magic inspired this song. The Levitation of Crystal illusion involves raising a glass in the air by secretly looping a thread around it. The book explains many other illusions including several that simulate communicating with the dead. That became the theme of the song. I changed Crystal to the name of the recently departed and I had my story. This spirit uses the medium’s methods herself to constantly reach out to the living.

Lyrics

Crystal’s hands were leaden hands
Arranging matchsticks in the dark
A tapping on the table
A rapping at the door
Spirit mediums in the back of the store

Crystal rings the bells singing
Within the sealed pine black box
Once for yes
Twice for now
Candles dance where no breezes blow

Float above the remaining
Float above their pain
Crystal calls at midnight
Crystal calls all night
And nobody gets any sleep
Nobody gets any sleep
Nobody gets any sleep

Crystal marks the corners of the cards
While drinking from teacups secretly
Leaves the leaves
Discards a coffin nail
Crystal’s eyes tell a ghostly tail

She said “take this coin
And don’t let it go
Some day you’ll find me
By the side of the road
Wanting to go back home.”

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Hollywood Hills (2017)

I wrote the song “Hollywood Hills” after after watching a Big Star documentary, in the summer of 2015. “Hollywood Hills” combines the feeling of the life of Chris Bell as told by that documentary with various scenes from my own life in the late 90s. I pretty much had the whole thing down within a few minutes. The main story centers around an ambiguous “they”, which I hope comes across as a couple. Initially it was all first person, but it felt too much like I was telling somebody else’s story.

I knew from the start how this how song would sound. For a short period in 2016, I was in a band to whom I presented this song. It went through some drastic changes that I never felt comfortable with and I brought it back to this original vision after the band ended.

Of all of my songs as Trip Gunn, this is the most guitar-oriented. The song reminds me of stuff I was doing around 2000. The track features six acoustic guitars and four electric guitars. These layers of guitar presented some new challenges to me in the mixing process, but I hope that everything worked out in the end. It was certainly fun to create.

Hollywood Hills

They can’t take the trip to the Hollywood Hills
Those celluloid sights fill broken dreams
Like ice hangs from the tailpipes of cars
In the lost memories of a winter

With hands frozen drying eyes on shirt sleeves
The sky high grey and sighing
Through the outline of leaves forever falling
It never ends but the hope is always there

I’m pulling away my cart
Covered in parts of coffins
Through remains of destruction
Places we’ll find your heart
Under the wheels of construction
Your Hollywood Hills

Mixing headaches with heartaches in the morning
They take walks down forgotten paths
And return home with a box of regrets
It’s a dance to hide it under their floorboards

Write a letter home
But you don’t know what to say
Just talk about the new sidewalk
And your broken telephone
And the grey sky raining down on
Your Hollywood Hills

Did you ever do that dance?
Did you ever do that dance?
Did you ever do that dance?
Did you ever do that dance?

Abandoned Cars

This song’s music originated with the band I was in a couple of years ago. I played the bassline on my keyboard and the drummer Bowman Kelley and guitarist Ryan Connor starting jamming over top of it. It was pretty rocking. I sang ad-lib lines about a runaway; I went home and wrote full lyrics based on a couple of lines from a song I’d written a year previous. This driving little number makes me proud and I hope you like it too.

Lyrics

Sleeping in abandoned cars
Count my change, count the stars
Horizon’s fading out, nobody there at all
In abandoned cars

She said we’re going to fall
Took the keys from the table
Ran out the front door in the afternoon
In abandoned cars

I ran a thousand miles
With the photos of our smiles
Paper corners torn, sun faded memories
In the passenger seat

What I saw, what she saw
All the things nobody saw
Sorry I fell down, sorry I fell apart
In abandoned cars

Through the wire of the telephone
I heard her heart was breaking
A plastic metronome thrown down the stairs
We’re abandoned cars.

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The Deadliest Summer (2017)

Album Cover for The Deadliest Summer single

I present a new single release of Trip Gunn music: “The Deadliest Summer” with b-side “Dial Tone”, with a cover featuring artwork by 19th century French painter Eugène Boudin. It wasn’t intentional, but perhaps the September equinox is an appropriate time to share “The Deadliest Summer”.

I wrote this song as “Orange Velvet Crush” in the fall of 2015. The final version differs little from that first draft. Most revisions to lyrics were just a matter of word-choice and rhythm, but the first two lines of the chorus were completely replaced. Originally they were “Times passes slowly, but it goes so fast; I held on to the trees and celebrities.” I disliked them when I wrote them, but I believe it’s better to write anything now and revise later than to wait for good stuff. The inspiration for the new lines came from a line of Henry Darger‘s book Crazy House; The book begins as a reality-based autobiography, but with the line “Oh yeah, there’s one thing I forgot to mention…”, Darger goes from reality to tales in his fantasy world instead. I appreciate that within the context of Henry Darger, but it also fit beautifully with the subject of this song.

This is one of only three songs that I worked on with a band in 2016. We only had a few practice sessions before dealing with typical but annoying difficulties, including practice space issues and scheduling conflicts. At any rate, we played around with the chorus chord progression a bit, but I ended up going with the way I had written it. Either I didn’t heed good advice or it worked out in the end. Still, I finally got to use my Danelectro guitar on this one.

Lyrics

When you walk through the October moonlight
With the smell of streetlights reflected in the rain
Drinking grape soda from glass bottle stars
Where autumn leaves danced between cars

The clouds harbor August memories dark
Windows reflecting legends in dusty panes
Where every portrait is felt by your green
Hoodie and orange velvet crush dreams

It’s the longest winter, the deadliest summer
There’s something I forgot to mention
Ghosts and mirrors, smoke and fog
Too many to count and I forgot them all

When I walk through the November twilight
And the dusty streets of nostalgia
Drinking gun-powder tea from looking glass
Revery’s loose leaves dance past.

It’s the longest winter, the deadliest summer
There’s something I forgot to mention
Ghosts and mirrors, smoke and fog
Too many to count and I forgot them all

It’s time to deny it all
The heart that sighs in December
It’s time to deny it all
The heart that dies in the summer
The deadliest summer.

Dial Tone

For a b-side, I chose the song “Dial Tone”. While “The Deadliest Summer” is revisiting a time associated with a space, “Dial Tone” is caught in a specific time and place. I started with the chorus and took some time to get the verses. Then inspiration came from the line “in my bedroom in those ugly new houses” in The Smith’s song “Paint A Vulgar Picture“; Viewing the chorus through that line, I saw the whole scene. I spent time as a teenager at a brick house on second street in Athens OH. The song has nothing to do with my friends that lived there, but that house serves beautifully as the setting. Regardless, the song is certainly about a very teenage experience.

I knew from the start how the melody for the chorus, but not the rest. So, I chose the key and based some of the chord progression on the dial tone for landline phones. Two sine waves combine to create the tone, one at middle-A and the other is very close to an F below the A. I avoided too obvious a use of a dial tone sound, but played with hints of it throughout.

Lyrics

In a tired brick house on second street
Sitting on a bed corner dying
I held on the telephone a lifetime
And crumpled slowly burning

Listen to the dial tone
Wonder if you’re even home
Would you even answer the phone
I’ll never ever know

Could we shine like the darkest night
Cradles stars in its belly?
Would we fill a shoebox capsule
A heartache waiting to be unburied?

Listen to the dial tone
Wonder if you’re even home
Would you even answer the phone
I’ll never ever know

Tremble so silently
Scribble a diary faintly
In the vacuum of the afternoon
Quietly waiting

A mediocre ineffectual fool
A mediocre ineffectual fool

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Marianne (2017)

Album Cover for Marianne single, with b-side Ed Harrington (Three Spacemen)

“Marianne” was one of the earlier songs I wrote for Trip Gunn, with very little revision from the initial version. The music drives through Am until the coda. Elvis Costello had originally intended his song “Uncomplicated” to be single chord, but had ended up bringing other chord changes in for the chorus. This idea has always intrigued me, and because the vocals of this song were going to be a menacing rhythmic chant, I thought it’d be a good candidate. But then, I’d written the final verse that needed a change of tone and so it became the coda that’s us outside of the house to the street.

Lyrics

Marianne tore through the pantry
Marianne tore through the wall
Through the floor to the cellar
Because Marianne saw it all

She heard a rat in the cupboard
She smelled a rat in the hall
She didn’t know the half of it
But Marianne saw it all

The air from gasoline is heady
The neighbors frantically call
Fire eats the house in a panic
In a night that dutifully falls

The blades of the flames are sharp
Scissors in the cold quiet night
Slice through roof like gift paper
A home lost winning the fight

So long kissing
Lips of flames and eyes of fire
Sadness feels like anger
The street was screaming Marianne
Only for Marianne.

B-side

This was first song I wrote for Trip Gunn after watching an episode of the Twilight Zone, “And When the Sky Was Opened” with our son. In the story, three astronauts return from a space mission. One of them, Ed Harrington, seems to be missing. Astronaut Clegg Forbes is the only person that even remembers Ed Harrington, which make him realize that something unusual is going on. Basically, each astronaut is disappearing to the point of having never existed. I started, originally, with a chorus of “Why is it that nobody remembers Ed Harrington? He once existed, but doesn’t any longer.” and wrote a song around this chorus. Those original lines themselves eventually disappeared…

Lyrics

Harrington, you’ve been
Places that I’ve never seen
A life that feels a real now
As a passing day dream

There were three space men
Two spacemen
One spaceman
They’re gone

There’s holes in our fabric
And you’re strategically torn
Waking up in the kitchen
Of someone else’s home

The moon was screaming that night, Ed
But time ticks silently now
You kept falling off of bridges
But didn’t make a sound

There were three space men
Two spacemen
One spaceman
They’re gone.

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Oliver (2017)

Album Cover for Oliver single
Trip Gunn: Oliver (2017)

The writing of “Oliver” began in the autumn of 2015 after being inspired by something Jarvis Cocker had said about the songwriting of Scott Walker. My idea was to write about some mundane person doing something completely unremarkable, but elevating that into something unusual. I started with the line “Oliver walks from one room to the next”, because what could be so unremarkable while still being an action? From there, the song pretty much wrote itself.

Lyrics

Oliver walks from one room to the next
Holding his hands harmlessly at his sides and
That’s not all
That’s not all Oliver does.

Oliver makes a nice cup of Earl Grey
He thinks it makes him seem OK
That’s not all
That’s not all Oliver does.

Oliver selects the smallest room in the house
He lines it with throws and pillows
It’s the warmest
And the softest room in the house.

Oliver leaves the other rooms to the ghosts
They don’t care what he does
They’re sadly happy
Sadly happy anyway.

The tea grows cold and the ghosts leave a mess
The blankets cover up his nakedness
While outside the postman
The postman delivers the mail.

Oliver walks from one room to the next.

B-side

An noisier track “Sick of It” came out of a desire to write something more straight forward noise-rock feel. It’s obviously still very much electronic pop, but has a bit of a harsh edge with a cavern of fuzzy reverb that I find delicious.

Lyrics

Clockwork Atlantis
We’re sinking in 4/4 time

Lay the foundation for a regret nation
So sick of it

Hands shaking wildly gesturing
So sick of it

Sick of it, so sick of it

Sweat dripping eyes blacking out
Can’t think straight

Eat your face and tell them off
So sick of it

Sick of it, so sick of it

Enough enough
Comprehend nothing, nothing makes sense

Sick of it, so sick of it

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Out of My Mind (2017)

Trip Gunn: Out of My Mind (2017)

Work on this song started in March 2016 with lyrics for the chorus and the second verse. I woke up with the chorus stuck in my head and the title of “Your Call”. A few weeks later, the first verse was written and the title “Out of My Mind” from the new verse. I’m happy to finally share this as my first single as Trip Gunn. Hope to have even more tracks over the coming months. Thank you.

Lyrics

Well, if you don’t really mind
I’ll smash my brains into the dry concrete
Dirty the streets with
Lovely blood and crazy brains
When I have time

Call you out or count you in.
It’s all your call for it’s all the same to me
Out of my mind

Don’t tell them I’m growing old
Shaking tambourines gray and lame
It’s all a shame I
Shook the apple trees
And turned out the way I did

Call you out or count you in.
It’s all your call for it’s all the same to me
Out of my mind

You have a reason to dig, deep into the earth
You have to try harder, a little harder than that.

Call you out or count you in.
It’s all your call for it’s all the same to me
Out of my mind

You can laugh if you want
We’re all laughing anyway
You can laugh if you want
It’s all a joke anyway

B-side

An instrumental track, “You Can Laugh If You Want,” was written to accompany “Out of My Mind.” It’s a simple piano piece with noises and stuff.

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