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.

Lie to Me

Lie to Me
Words & Music by A. West
© 2007 Anne West
Lead Vocals: Ann-O
Backup Vocals: Ann-O

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Love is not always meant to be shared
Just make me think that you really could care

Lie to me, lie to me, sweetly
Lie to me, completely

Your touch could make me feel complete
Just be sincere when it comes to deceit

Lie to me, lie to me, neatly
Lie to me, discreetly

I’m not here looking for devotion
I’ve dealt with hasty good-byes
No truth be told
I’m easily sold on your lies

Just for the moment make me feel
I’ll close my eyes and believe that it’s real

Lie to me, lie to me, sweetly
Lie to me, completely

My soul speaks for the legions of the lonely
The ones who seek out love at any cost
The future’s not for us
But here, before the present is lost

Remove this cloak of despair
Wrap me up in this pretend affair

Lie to me, lie to me, sweetly
Lie to me, completely

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Kerosene

Kerosene
Words & Music by M.T. Bass
© 2007 Electron Alley Music
Lead Vocals: Mudcat

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Freight trains howl like diesel dogs
Running the night, chasing the dawn
A meteor scar across a matchbox sky
Lucifer’s strike lights lovers afire

Turbine screams and contrail dreams
Playing with sparks and kerosene

Rocket rides and jet hot breath
Gravity draws our melting sweat
Like wax and wick we slowly burn
The galaxy’s dark consumes our star

Turbine screams and contrail dreams
Playing with sparks and kerosene

Fevered winds storm my heart
Dream debris and splintered thoughts
Are tinder for your flint-lock eyes
Passions die in arson’s fire

Turbine screams and contrail dreams
Playing with sparks and kerosene

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If This Ain’t Love

If This Ain’t Love
Words & Music by M.T. Bass
© 2007 Electron Alley Music
Lead Vocals: Mudcat
Backup Vocals: Ann-O, Swan

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Blasting out of Waco
South on Thirty-five
Shooting down to San Anton’
As fast as I can drive
Sirens slicin’ up the air
Choppers slap the sky
Texas Rangers in my mirror
Never wonder why

If this ain’t love
It’s damn near insane
Got nothing left to prove
Got no one else to blame

Canvas bags from Compass Bank
Packed up full of cash
I tipped my hat and smiled in thanks
But a Brinks Man blocked my path
Bullet casin’s rattled
Across the marble floor
He wore his blood upon his badge
As I bolted for the door

If this ain’t love
It’s damn near insane
Got nothing left to lose
And no one but myself to blame

I tried to make it right
I tried to make it true
But now you’ll learn about my flight
On the cable news
I never wanted fame
And fortunes never last
To see love bloomin’ on your face
Was all I ever asked

If this ain’t love
It’s damn near insane
Got nothing left to prove
Got no one else to blame

If this ain’t love
It’s damn near insane
Got nothing left to lose
And no one but myself to blame

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Empty Sails

Empty Sails
Words & Music by M.T. Bass
© 2007 Electron Alley Music
Lead Vocals: Ann-O

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Lost and found, years long gone
Like wind fled from empty sails
Lost and found
And lost again

Adrift across the hollow miles
Our fading wakes ride the waves
Lost and found
And lost again

The hunt of a hungry heart
Preys upon the past
Seeking lives unsung
And questions left unasked

From rocky shores and barren peaks
Searching back for love undone
Lost and found
And lost again

The hunt of a hungry heart
Preys upon the past
Seeking lives unsung
And questions left unasked

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Dialogue: We’re Through

Dialogue: We’re Through
Words & Music by M.T. Bass
© 2007 Electron Alley Music
Lead Vocals: Mudcat
Backup Vocals: Lola, Swan

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I gotta look back, I gotta ask why
Forty-eight frames of your precious time
Are too much to ask for free
Sitting in the dark in the cineplex
The magic of the moment our eyes first met
But you were blind and never saw me
A familiar voice in Dolby sound
But never a connection when I call your phone
The words I hear are only lines
Love expires as the credits roll
Light dies out when the curtains close
I wanted more than scripted lives

I’ve got one thing to say to you
Remember what we came to do
The lies that we told came true
You’ve made it now and we’re through

Two thousand miles from a Texas town
Red carpet strolls and Versace gowns
Seduced you away from me
A soulless little yellow man
Offers absolution for a million sins
And promises to set you free
But you hide behind an entourage
Imprisoned by a magazine image
Of a glossy, public pose
Hiding out in the paparazzi pack
Feasting on you through their looking glass
I wait here in the cold.

I’ve got one thing to say to you
Remember what we came to do
The lies that we told came true
I’ve made it now and we’re through

A ‘Vette dust storm through the desert heat
The windshield is our silver screen
We flee the beast into the night
Neon splattered on the valley floor
Like the glow of crime scene luminal
In the CSI’s UV light
A hundred miles an hour into the final scene
Wind swallows up our dialogue screams
The slug line never looks back
They’ll find you in my tight embrace
Like the dreams we had in younger days
We are the stars in the final act

I’ve got one thing to say to you
Remember what we came to do
The lies that we told came true
We’ve made it now and we’re through

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Centerline

Centerline
Words & Music by M.T. Bass
© 2007 Electron Alley Music
Lead Vocals: Lola

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Jet Blue jumping off runway nine
Climbing east on the last red eye
One mind’s crossed, another dreams
But nothing’s ever as it seems

Lightning spikes the midnight sky
A heartland pierced with a hundred lies
Thunder feared but never heard
Our feelings tossed in a gale of words

Sometimes right, often wrong
Often lost, but sometimes found
We fell in love and fell out again

Wings without wind,
Love without sin
Never looking back behind
Racing down the centerline

Airbus floats into a misty dawn
A final approach to a coming down
Boston Harbor blooms into view
Three thousand miles away from you.

Sometimes right, often wrong
Often lost, but sometimes found
We fell in love and fell out again

Wings without wind,
Love without sin
Never looking back behind
Racing down the centerline

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Carousel Dream

Carousel Dream
Words & Music by M.T. Bass & L. Mosier
© 2007 Electron Alley Music
Lead Vocals: Lola
Backup Vocals: Ann-O

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I am a whirling dervish, a carousel of chaos
Spinning and twirling ‘til my thoughts uncross
The hum of darkness, soothes my restless mind
And sails me away to where our thoughts entwine

Apart from each other, we dream one dream
Visions linked by a lone moonbeam

Without words we speak, sitting side-by-side
Everywhere and nowhere pass by on our lonesome ride
Embraced in our travels, we mean no others harm
Chasing a moment with your hand on my arm

Apart from each other, we dream one dream
Visions linked by a lone moonbeam

Fingers of wind, running through my hair
Break my spinning spell with cool night air
Wake to the noise of a same old different day
Our dream will always be there to take me away

Apart from each other, we dream one dream
Visions linked by a lone moonbeam

I am a whirling dervish, a carousel of chaos
Spinning and twirling ‘til my thoughts uncross

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