About M.T. Bass

M.T. Bass is the author of the novels My Brother's Keeper, Crossroads, In the Black and Somethin' for Nothin'. He is an irregular contributor to the Mudcat Falls Times-Herald-Post-Picayune-Press-Gazette-Tribune, edits the Citizen's Desk Reference & Diagnostic Manual and is feverishly compiling Lucifer's Lexicon.

Stickmen in the Park

Stickmen in the Park

Stickmen in the Park
Words & Music by M.T. Bass
© 2011 Electron Alley Music
Instrumental

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Barnstorm Dreams

Barnstorm Dreams

Barnstorm Dreams
Words & Music by M.T. Bass
© 2012 Electron Alley Music
Lead Vocals: Mudcat

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Radial growls to greet the dawn
As she crawls across the farms
Pistons barking at the sun
Howling to be unleashed
And running free

Slice the mist with my vortices
Gallop ‘cross the dewy field
Prop blades gnaw at gravity’s leash
As rag wings claw the sky
Until we climb

Please Lord save me a patch of blue
So I can gain some altitude
Find some flying friends
And share a joke or two.

Driving Merle’s silver wings
Flying far from home
Heading off for parts unknown
Where I hope to find
Peace of mind

Smashing bugs and chasing trains
As I buzz across the plains
Clipping clouds and racing rain
To a friendly patch of grass
Where I can land

Please Lord save me a patch of blue
So I can gain some altitude
Find some flying friends
And share a joke or two.

And on that day when I go west
Leavin’ behind Nebraska’s dust
Let the angels sing a warbirds song
And fill my days with barnstorm dreams

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Hard Road

Hard Road
Words & Music by M.T. Bass
© 2014 Electron Alley Music
Lead Vocals: Mudcat

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Who can you blame when all your dreams
Stay lost in the dark of night?
Where can you turn to when hope
Fades away in the morning light?
No matter how hard it storms
You can never cry away the rain.
No matter how bad you’re hurting
You can never curse away the pain.

Spending your days
Searching for any easy way
Leads to a hard road

Who can you trust that’s reaching out
To lift you up off your knees?
How can you know a helping hand
Won’t clench in a fist to steal?
No one ever promised you
Keeping faith won’t take some sweat.
No one ever guaranteed you
Freedom comes without a debt

Spending your days
Searching for any easy way
Leads to a hard road

No one ever promised you
Keeping faith won’t take some sweat.
No one ever guaranteed you
Freedom comes without a debt

Spending your days
Searching for any easy way
Leads to a hard road

Spending your days
Searching for any easy way
Leads to a hard road

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Til Death (Do Us Part)

Til Death (Do Us Part)
Words & Music by M.T. Bass
© 2007 Electron Alley Music
Lead Vocals: Swan

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Your love is like a sliver sticking under my skin
Since ya ran off with a lover down to New Orleans
Gonna chase you down the Mississippi River my sweet
With a forty-four magnum layin’ under my seat
I got an ache from love
I got a taste for lead
Cause I’ll love ya darlin’
Love ya till the day that you’re dead

Gotta a four twenty-seven growlin’ under the hood
Pullin’ outa Memphis in an ugly mood
The Louisiana bayou won’t be big enough
To hide you, honey, cause I’m callin’ your bluff
I got an ache from love
I got a taste for lead
Cause I’ll love ya darlin’
Love ya till the day that you’re dead

Black Talons twinkle in the southern moonlight
Sleepin’ in the chambers till the time is right
They dream of finding heaven in a hardened heart
Mendin’ and revengin’ all the hurt in my scars
I got an ache from love
I got a taste for lead
Cause I’ll love ya darlin’
Love ya till the day that you’re dead

The river chase is over and I’m heading out west
I’ll find another life on the plains of Texas
When the river rises up and the levee floods
It’ll wash away my love as it sweeps away your blood
I had an ache from love
I had a taste for lead
Cause I loved ya darlin’
Loved ya till the day you were dead

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Rock Springs

Rock Springs
Words by M.T. Bass, Music by M.T. Bass & C. Hackett
© 2007 Electron Alley Music
Lead Vocals:  Swan

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I’ve lost the reasons for my flight
And vainly try to count the miles
As headlights reach into the night
Clawing at the concrete line
Cutting through the prairie grass
Endless is the chase
My Goodyears wail a highway verse
A harsh reproach is in their voice
Storm clouds gather to the west
Ghosts to guard the mountain pass
Flickering like fire flies
Lightning cracks the sky

I embrace the lonely comfort of the road
I’m getting out of Dodge and breaking for home
Leaving you, wind blown

Your breathless whispers call me back
Ignite the flames of ancient aches
Black Hills sprawl out in my wake
Road kill for the crows to pick
Wyoming yawns before my eyes
Endless is the drive
Darkness veils a blackened soul
Cut out, scarred and long exposed
Freight trains baying at the moon
Echo past sand-papered buttes
In air as clear, as sharp as hurt
I carry in my heart

I embrace the lonely comfort of the road
I’m getting out of Dodge and breaking for home
Leaving you, wind blown

Memories stir like dust devils
Then disappear against my will
Rosy fingered light of dawn
Wins our race into town
Glaring off the granite peaks
Ending all our dreams

I embrace the lonely comfort of the road
I’m getting out of Dodge and breaking for home
Leaving you, wind blown

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