Embers

by Mark Tulk

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released March 2, 2016

Produced & Mixed by Mark Tulk
at Small House Creative LLC, Boulder, CO.

Mastered by Mark Tulk.

All Songs by Mark Tulk, ℗ & © 2016.

Mark Tulk: Vocals, Keys, Percussion, FX. Joshua Stamper: Bass, Acoustic & Electric Guitars. Marlon Patton: Drums & Percussion. Levon Henry: Reeds & Reed Arrangements. Niki Tulk: Cello. Jim White: Random Sounds & FX on Tracks 3 & 10 and Spoken Word on Track 5.

Recorded by Mark Tulk. *Drums recorded by Marlon Patton in Atlanta, GA. * Bass & Guitars recorded by Matt Schimelfenig at Miner Street Recording in Philadelphia, PA. * Transferred to analog tape by Chris Mara at Welcome To 1979, Nashville, TN. Art Design & Layout by Mark Tulk. Cover woodcut by Félix Vallotton. Train derailments by Amtrak.

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As writer and musician, Mark has long been fascinated and drawn to stories that make sense of his own journey as well as opening conduit connections with souls around him. As a piano player and songwriter, he has been composing and recording music for nearly two decades. Originally from Melbourne, Australia he now runs Small House Creative in Boulder, Colorado. ... more

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Track Name: Universal Code
across the way in distant fields. where cedars line the way and where they. gather amongst the needles there. to sleep where time has slowed. the tiny pebbles gathered there. in random lines across the day they search for hidden meaning and. a universal code. into the earth like tiny specks. high above we watch them fall like shadows sliding across the page. we pause to count them all. the stream retreats as evening falls. slow currents running wide and drawing near. the night of salt falls fast. and a day’s a thousand years. cooling slopes beneath the pine. we close our eyes. and face the charcoal road. that leads beyond ourselves. to a universal code. a universal code.
Track Name: Dream
sleep. now the darkness enfolds you. sleep and dream. dream. till the rising waters hold you. sleep. and dream. and miles above us. stars turn to dreams. please. now the master’s returning. sleep. and dream. anything could happen. i don’t know that it will. but it might. i worry. everything is moving. everyone is leaving. wait for me. i’m coming too. and miles above us. stars turn to dreams. and miles above us. stars turn to dreams.
Track Name: Heal Us As We Go
she waits alone. by a wicker gate. where the lilac roses end. and gathers words in a silent wood. from the breeze that snakes and bends. ever watching. never watching. the people come and go. ever leaving. never leaving. heal us as we go. she presses letters deep within. the fleshy, ochre mud. as cherry blossom falls and stains. the earth like wine, like blood. ever watching ... silver light upon the lake. where scarlet lupines sway. she wakes to greet the dimming sun. and rest beneath the day. tiny blades upon the air. a stream of heat and cold. call children from this piney earth. thru fields of blazing gold. ever watching ...
Track Name: Woodstock, NY
bending backwards. sleeping sideways. walking lightly. turning slowly. leaves are frozen and dark embers glow. high in the mountains we’re watching the snow. so warm and sleepy. with nothing to do. and all i want is you. now we rest beneath soft crimson skies. and no one can see us asleep by the fire. oh, please let me dream ‘cause it’s true. that all i want is you. they’ll never find us. and they’ll never know. the places we travel. they’ll never go. tracing the sun. as it burns thru the sky. watching the moon. asleep in your eyes. now we rise from our palace of stone. and down thru the valley we’ll find our way home. i’ll never leave you. please stay with me too. for all i want is you. bending backwards ...
Track Name: Whose Hands (feat. Jim White)
whose hands are these playing? and what is this song? you know i’m dying to meet you. so why’s it taking so long? here come the nightman. he’s rarely on time. when he’s not shoveling your shit, ma’am. he’s blowing somebody’s mind. don’t wake the nurse, dear. it’s the end of her shift. and life ends tomorrow. so let your good minds drift. the funeral is friday. please come early for me. and if the casket’s not open. I’ll buy you scones and tea. this is the time. where we can find. the life that we want. and it’s okay. that we don’t know. the way back home. whose car am i driving? and what is this wheel? did i find the answer, but lose my appeal? and where did my lungs go? did you hang them outside? on a tree by the river, where the violets run wild? this is the time. when we can find. the life that we want ... and then the light. and then the light. and then the light is calling. and then the light is calling you.
Track Name: Watching Waiting
she locks the doors that night. she keeps the lights down low. she turns the faucets on. she sees the water flow. she’s watching. and waiting. she’s praying for her love to come and. take her. to nowhere. to anywhere her soul can be free. she pulls the curtains tight. she moves thru silent halls. she fills the cast iron bath. she lets her dark robe fall. she sees her cell phone’s dead. she hears the doorbell chime. she’s watching. and waiting ... she sleeps on empty shores. she’s high in ancient skies. she walks the golden mile. till she sees his pale green eyes.
Track Name: Empty Globe
floating free. seven faces at your door. watching soft blue flames upon. the fading trees. talk to me. as we wash these blood red roads. casting our dreams upon. a coal-black sea. then we’ll see. far beyond this hollow grove. swaying like willows in the. hissing leaves. look at me. let me take you by the hand. the way ahead is open. now the earth is free. lead me this day. to your empty globe. show me the truth. of your wordless prayers. nothing is real. and the life we’ve built on hopes and dreams. the gentle moon, she takes away.
Track Name: Song To The City
in a dream. there she stood. lit by morning light. swaying like devil wood. and in slow motion. she softly sang. her song to the city. he arose. from his bed. she moved closer and. laid her hands on his head. mouthing words. words like steam. she looked to the city. now he’s high as a. silver plane. chasing her silhouette. calling thru the pressing rain. she’s in his lungs and. in his blood. they head to the city. and I see you now and. there you go. and you told me there’s so much to know. i know … oh. for your love is an. open door. and I need you now. more and more. and more...
Track Name: All That's True
if i had the time. i’d paint in rhyme. and frame our love in blue. and if my soul. like silver or gold. burned till it was true. still i’d love you. so now it’s quiet. and the evening light. leans across my page. but words can’t say. nor songs convey. half of what is true. for i love you. on thru the night. where the stars hang like dew. out to the day. where my love follows you. and we. are all. all that’s true. though i’ll try. i may not write. a thousand lines that rhyme. for if i could. you know i would. but that might take some time. for i love you. on thru the night ...
Track Name: Church With No Name
she took father. she took mother. she took baby. for a ride on. sunday morning. climb the mountain. road’s were narrow. the cart’s unsteady. shadows leaning. across the valley. the bell was tolling. for the faithful. no-one watching. as they trundled. thru the hedgerow. past the graveyard. the church with no name .... “quick, they’re coming. thru the archway. to the sanctuary. flee the darkness.” in the vestry. stood the vicar. cold as marble. face like a tombstone. the church with no name ... “please let it go. please take our hand. please understand, my friend. that in the end, we are all you have. we’re all the same. in this. church with no name. no matter what they say. we’ll stand by you, all the way.”