James Alan Gourley

https://www.jamesalangourley.com/the-things-in-the-attic The Things In The Attic by James Alan Gourley, from the album, Ten Miles Out Of Midnight. https://www.jamesalangourley.com/tenmilesoutofmidnight Instrumental. Original artwork by Stephen Mitchell: http://www.stevemitchphotography.com

https://www.jamesalangourley.com/map-to-the-morning Map to the Morning by James Alan Gourley, from the album, Ten Miles Out Of Midnight. https://www.jamesalangourley.com/tenmilesoutofmidnight Original artwork by Stephen Mitchell: http://www.stevemitchphotography.com Lyrics Won’t you come with me Through sapphire skies and diamond eyes To Tranquility Where the mermaids play At the side of the bay What do you think you’ll find If you trade in an eye To be king in the land of the blind? I want to see Atlantis serene In aquamarine Open your eyes and I’ll make out A map to the morning Open your mind and I’ll build A bridge to the sky Open your eyes and I'll make out A map to the morning In a land where the unicorn run The phoenix still flies to the sun Somewhere to dance Beneath a snowdrift of stars Tell me where would you rather be Just stuck in the Smoke Or seduced by the sound of the sea? I want to feel That what’s here is the dream And what’s there isn’t real Which is the priceless find Large nugget of gold Or a small piece of mind? I want to try To recall how to laugh And forget how to cry Open your eyes and I’ll make out A map to the morning Open your mind and I’ll build A bridge to the sky Open your eyes and I'll make out A map to the morning I’m sure we could slip away soon I’ll meet you out under the moon We can slip off our shoes Sign our souls in the sand Open your eyes and I’ll make out A map to the morning Open your mind and I’ll build A bridge to the sky Open your eyes and I'll make out A map to the morning In a land where the unicorn run The phoenix still flies to the sun Somewhere to dance Beneath a snowdrift of stars Open your eyes and I'll make out That map to the morning Open your mind and I'll build A bridge to the sky Open your eyes and I'll make out That map to the morning I'm so sure we could slip away soon I'll meet you out under the moon Slip off our shoes Sign our souls in the sand © James Alan Gourley 2018. All rights reserved.

https://www.jamesalangourley.com/the-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel The Light At The End Of The Tunnel? by James Alan Gourley, from the album, Ten Miles Out Of Midnight. https://www.jamesalangourley.com/tenmilesoutofmidnight Original artwork by Stephen Mitchell: http://www.stevemitchphotography.com Instrumental

https://www.jamesalangourley.com/scene-of-the-crime Scene Of The Crime by James Alan Gourley, from the album, Ten Miles Out Of Midnight. https://www.jamesalangourley.com/tenmilesoutofmidnight Original artwork by Stephen Mitchell: http://www.stevemitchphotography.com Lyrics Well I'd just like to say I was there At the scene of the crime Please trust my disgust and despair At the blood of our time And I know you must judge us but please Please you must understand We were led by the neverbeen people To a neverworld land Rattled every third bead on our rosary How we wailed at the wall Cut down with the crescent and crucifix Answered every false call We had sad superstitions and ignorance We had gods of all kinds Maimed and mindfucked All those with the vision As we pulled down the blinds We had emperors kings Mullahs ministers Each one all bled the same Never stopped to say pause this insanity That we kill in your name ​ We had tyrants and popes We had presidents We had martyrs and fools And we sharpened the stakes Of our suicides Fell impaled on our rules Impaled on our rules © James Alan Gourley 2018. All rights reserved.

https://www.jamesalangourley.com/embers Embers by James Alan Gourley, from the album, Ten Miles Out Of Midnight. https://www.jamesalangourley.com/tenmilesoutofmidnight Original artwork by Stephen Mitchell: http://www.stevemitchphotography.com Lyrics Well she says I don’t smile too often And my eyes seem far away And I don’t dance like I used to And I didn’t phone today And we don’t go out as much now And I haven’t much to say The hours drag on forever They used to slip away Could we ever re-discover the feeling If we still had the notion to try ? We touch briefly and we call it forever We drift and we never know why All the time that you can’t understand it As you cry in your search for a cause You know that you’ll never define it It’ll never be the way that it was I need a little more time To find the things I need Oh Just a little more time To find the things I need I need a little more time To find the things I need Just a little more time To find the things I need But she says I don’t smile too often And my eyes seem far away And I don’t dance like I used to And I didn’t phone today And we don’t go out as much now And we haven’t much to say The hours drag on forever They used to slip away I need a little more time To find the things I need Just a little more time To find the things I need I need a little more time To find the things I need Just a little more time To find the things I need © James Alan Gourley 2018. All rights reserved.

https://www.jamesalangourley.com/portencross Portencross by James Alan Gourley, from the album, Ten Miles Out Of Midnight. https://www.jamesalangourley.com/tenmilesoutofmidnight Original artwork by Stephen Mitchell: http://www.stevemitchphotography.com Instrumental

https://www.jamesalangourley.com/the-toll-of-the-bell The Toll Of The Bell? by James Alan Gourley, from the album, Ten Miles Out Of Midnight. https://www.jamesalangourley.com/tenmilesoutofmidnight Original artwork by Stephen Mitchell: http://www.stevemitchphotography.com Lyrics So you heard the voice of Jesus Tucked 'tween the lines of greed The noble lie doth satisfy And give you all you want But never need ​ So you strolled off to the churches Then you marched off down the mall You worshipped god and mammon Camels - needles eyes You must recall ​ And you think your going to heaven The big black dogma bit your brain So who's the true believer And who's the damned insane ? ​ You hide behind Your whitewashed fences You "Barbie" hard on well mowed lawns Money laundered squandered whores Of more and more and more and mores While the uber cut and yawn ​ Yet you think your going to heaven The big black dogma bit your brain So who's the true believer Who's the damned insane ? ​ Oh you think your going to heaven The big black dogma bit your brain So who's the true believer And who's the damned Who's the damned Who's the damned insane ? ​ © James Alan Gourley 2018. All rights reserved.

https://www.jamesalangourley.com/1950-da 1950 DA by James Alan Gourley, from the album, Ten Miles Out Of Midnight. https://www.jamesalangourley.com/tenmilesoutofmidnight Original artwork by Stephen Mitchell: http://www.stevemitchphotography.com Instrumental

https://www.jamesalangourley.com/legacy Legacy by James Alan Gourley, from the album, Ten Miles Out Of Midnight. https://www.jamesalangourley.com/tenmilesoutofmidnight Original artwork by Stephen Mitchell: http://www.stevemitchphotography.com Lyrics What better way to say “Goodbye” What softer shroud in which to lie What lasting testament to will My legacy that time can't kill More faithful friends no man could know Than wind and rain and ice and snow What finer things than silk and gold My legacy that can't be sold And who knows what the future brings It only whispers never sings Come rest your head Come lay your wreath My legacy can rest in peace © James Alan Gourley 2018. All rights reserved.