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Versicle

by Val Holler

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1.
"Object of Desire" words and music by Chris Knudson ©Tathata Music (ASCAP) Simply made Never betrayed. With eyes that speak of a birdly-word song A thousand light-years in her shade. Essential oil in a fire Healing hands like a choir. The sun goes down behind the billabong The savage takes her blade and cuts the barb-wire. That old rhythm Of the shadow dance... The hidden postmark of a flower Signed, sealed, delivered I'm yours for an hour. Just out of reach… maybe not… so long The ribbon in your glass, so sweet. That old rhythm Of the shadow dance... Feel the shadow of our dance Heal the shadow of our dance The shadow of our dance.
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"Blue-Eyed Soul" words and music by Chris Knudson ©Tathata Music (ASCAP) You are sitting under a tree Looking lovely as can be. All the color in your hair Thought I'd lost you in Times Square. I am beside myself next to you Your eyes so bright: gold, silver and blue. The hawks are circling 'round in their flight We'll spin our tales on into the night. Have you waited long for me? Seems I've come on bended knee. How I long to see your face I swim the channel of my disgrace. The child is father of the man I've tried to love you best that I can. Have you waited long for me? Seems I've come on bended knee. The roots are so very new to me Now I've found a real reason to be. My travels seem but a circular game Looked high and low to find my twin flame. Have you waited long for me? Seems I've come on bended knee.
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"Strait of Gibraltar" words and music by Chris Knudson ©Tathata Music (ASCAP) Chanting out aloud Silent one in a crowd. Four horsemen, three dog Poison toad, bump on a log. Out across open sky Heaven's gate, hell's fly. Four horsemen, three dog Poison toad, bump on a log. Set out sail with my bread and my ale Through the Strait of Gibraltar. Just a man on the move. Old gold in the hills Red rum, speed kills. Four horsemen, three dog Poison toad, bump on a log. Set out sail with my bread and my ale Through the Strait of Gibraltar. Just a man on the move. Dead words in the hood Lip service, Hollywood. Four horsemen, three dog Poison toad, bump on a log. Listening all around Screaming eagle, not a sound. Four horsemen, three dog Poison toad, bump on a log. Set out sail with my bread and my ale Through the Strait of Gibraltar. Just a man on the move.
4.
Willflower 05:19
"Willflower" words and music by Chris Knudson ©Tathata Music (ASCAP) How will this one begin A conversation or high-tide? Perhaps some strangers on a train How bout vulgar genocide? He longs to find the holy grail She models for the boys in blue. They'd like to stroll the endless hour They settle for the poison stew. There has got to be a way For the willflower to open up the day. How can I shake this angry dream? I'm frozen by a heavy hand A voice that says you'll never leave The cave of lovelies where you hide. There has got to be a way, For my willflower to open up the day. Gone away, all away… A gentleman and a scholar worth about a dollar and a half pack of inspiration. A mistress and a mother, barely undercover, blows the fuse then walks away. How will this one draw to a close With crystal-magic polar fire? Perhaps a tropic, midnight rain How 'bout a bird upon a wire? There has got to be a way, For my willflower to open up and stay.
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Midlight 04:10
"Midlight" words and music by Chris Knudson ©Tathata Music (ASCAP) Midnight, Midlight. One Mind, Once Mine. Lover, Lower. Midnight, Midlight.
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"Solitude for Two" words and music by Chris Knudson ©Tathata Music (ASCAP) Walk into the sun inside your rain Paint a piece of driftwood with your blood. Find the happy medium insane And make it every day to become world. Gonna make it, Gonna make it, Make it every day to become world. Make it solitude for two every day You and you, and I and I all the way. Eat the rosebud from your inner child Roll that rowdy rock back under your bed. Wash off and away your sins in vain And make it every day to become world. Gonna make it, Gonna make it, Make it every day to become world. Make it solitude for two every day You and you, and I and I all the way. Build some wheels to cruise around your brain Learn to step away from your hey-heyday. Plant the seeds and grow some rainbow bones And make it every day to become world. Gonna make it, Gonna make it, Make it every day to become world. Make it solitude for two every day. You and you, and I and I all the way.
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Copper Blue 03:54
"Copper Blue" words and music by Chris Knudson ©Tathata Music (ASCAP) VERSE So they've finished their last set it seems The jazz-men pack up their notes and throw away the key. And our carafe of house Loire is getting thin And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing... CHORUS The drooping tulips on the pendant hanging from your neck Such a sweet bouquet embracing me. VERSE Embracing your two lips pleasant in drink and talk About all that film noir and the back seat of a car. And our waitress speaking broken English says it's time to go And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing... REPEAT CHORUS VERSE Embracing your tulips leaving red upon the cloth It's time to pay our way, the night is calling us BRIDGE Back to the Old Town Into the midnight sun. VERSE And all the nightshade flowers on the lane And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing... REPEAT CHORUS OUTRO And every cent that I find in the street Reminds me of you.
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"Ten Miles to Bliss" words and music by Chris Knudson ©Tathata Music (ASCAP) Well, allright. Gonna stop my ride in the middle of the road - lay down look up at the stars Hell, allright. Seems there's plenty of space for the entire human race and a pickle or two on Mars. Well, OK. You know there's nothing wrong and I wont be long looking up at the Milky Sweet and Sour Hell, OK. She said I see it in your eye - there's a will to fly and a turtle-dove loving kind of power. Feel its time… Lay down your guns and butter philosophy Know its time… Ten miles to bliss, across the border of a kiss. Well, allright. So she's showing me how to milk a sacred cow on a moony Sunday farm Hell, allright. But I'm a little bit confused about these Martian blues and their innocence to harm. Well, OK. Should I dare to do Rogers and Astaire with a legless alien girl Hell, OK. Guess Ill stay for a while, learn the miracle mile, come back and give the Earth a twirl. Feel its time… Lay down your guns and butter philosophy Know its time… Ten miles to bliss, across the border of a kiss. Well, allright. So I heard it was bad, some were filthy, some were had. Some were up to their knees in shit Hell, allright. But with a little space magic, well heal the tragic - turn dust into silver sand. Well, OK. Stirred up a little faith from the wren to the wraith to embrace a loverly skit Hell, OK. So you see my little spry, there's a time for lullaby, and there's a time to strike up the band. Feel its time… Lay down your guns and butter philosophy Know its time… Ten miles to bliss, across the border of a kiss.
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Renunciate 05:31
"Renunciate" words and music by Chris Knudson ©Tathata Music (ASCAP) Now that the pillow talk is over A flurry of feathers falls back to the ground. I've said my peace and packed up my vision But before I leave let me hear the sound... Of your voice in the ear of my endless surprise And the makeshift redemption that I give to your eyes. Now that the honeymoon is waning Into a sweet light that couldn't be found, Together well choose a pattern of breathing Its almost unreal when I hear the sound... Of my voice in the ear of your endless surprise And the makeshift redemption that you give to my eyes. Well, looking up now from the page, Light bleeds acid on the cage… Feeling so low. When I've been lost, I will soon be found. Now that the child is of understanding Grown inch by inch and pound for pound, We all are ready to see there's no gone away Just come back to the bridge and Ill hear the sound… Of your voice in the ear of my endless surprise And the makeshift redemption that I give to your eyes.
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Beloved 03:02
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Soma Tea 04:54
"Soma Tea" words and music by Chris Knudson ©Tathata Music (ASCAP) Somewhere else Someone else. A nagging vision slams the door A lonely vision yearns for more. Such an aroma you see Take a sip of the Soma tea. Someway else God, something else. A heartfelt clock rings so long The ticking clock just wants a little song. Such an aroma you see Take a sip of the Soma tea. Body trembles. Hair bristles off my flesh My bow and arrow lies there in despair. She vacuums up the pieces of my soul The poison stings - it burns - but I'm feeling whole Such an aroma you see Take a sip of the Soma tea. Such an aroma you see I took a sip of the Soma tea.

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This sonically and lyrically adventurous album was produced by Brad Albetta (Martha Wainwright, Sean Lennon, Teddy Thompson) and recorded June 1998 at Monkey Boy Irwin Studios which was at 47 Murray Street in lower Manhattan The album includes a quirky remake of "Ten Miles to Bliss" which was recorded on the Val Holler Band EP the prior year, and features many top session musicians from the local music scene. It was engineered and mixed in July 1998 by John Campose and Brad Albetta and mastered by Emily Lazar at The Lodge, NYC.

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released December 8, 1998

Credits:
Chris Knudson - co-producer, vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, keys and effects
Brad Albetta - co-producer, bass, electric guitars, keys, effects and programming, recording and mix engineer
Bachir Attar - gimbri on track 11
Tim Bright - jazz guitar on track 6
John Campose - assistant mix engineer
Joe Chiofalo - accordian on track 7
Emily Lazar - mastering engineer
Tobias Ralph - drums
Allen Towbin - tabla programming on track 11
Richard Worth - flute on track 5
Sonja Stoerr - cover photography
Michael Pruskowski - album art and design

©1998 Lightstone Records / Tathata Music (ASCAP)

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Val Holler New York, New York

Val Holler is the artist name for singer/songwriter Chris Knudson primarily from the mid-1990s to early 2000s, while based in New York, Los Angeles and Berlin, Germany. It was a result of Chris being born with a phonetically challenging last name (he pronounces the "K" in Knudson), and finding a musical identity that mixes Scandinavian lore (Valhalla) and southern "hollerin'." ... more

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