All Is Sideways

by Scott Troyer

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All the headlights melt through the snow Make me wish that I – I was home. All the streetlights on the streets I go Make me wish that I – I was home In silent, white hypnosis All is sideways, a time arrested I am aching for home I am aching for home Though the wipers are keeping time I can barely see the lines And I know you’re waiting at home with hope So I am driving as fast as I can go In silent, white hypnosis All is sideways, a time arrested I am aching for home I am aching for home I am aching for home I am aching for home I’m making my way, making my way, making my way home. I’m making my way, making my way, making my way home. In silent, white hypnosis All is sideways, a time arrested
2.
Chart the seas of my heart. Don’t fear these crushing gales. Your ship will hold untattered, ’Cause you’re without compare. Drift, drift, drift, storms blow Count your nights afloat Just like the days upon my shore. Catch the raindrop falling On your teeth and on your tongue. Greet each day with kisses. Love will keep us young. Drift, drift, drift, storms blow Count your nights afloat Just like the days upon my shore. Make each day worth living. Sacrifice for now. Make it all worthwhile, And God’ll work it out. Drift, drift, drift, storms blow Count your nights afloat Just like the days upon my shore.
3.
When the hay’s rolled up on the hill and the sun is setting in my window sill Hallelujah, I know it’s time to move on. When the flakes claim ground and the land goes still and the hearth stones groan as they’re warmed until Hallelujah, I know it’s time to move on. It’s time to move on! It’s time to move on! It’s time to move on! It’s time to move on! When the man up north makes his final kill and the waterfall once again does spill Hallelujah, I know it’s time to move on. When the fern’s grown tall by the sun’s warm will and my bones are yearning for the sea’s cold chill Hallelujah, I know it’s time to move on. It’s time to move on! It’s time to move on! It’s time to move on! It’s time to move on‚ to the bridge! Always ready for what comes next Always living life out of context Always hoping that change will bring the best But when the changes come my heart is vexed A motif made over time and time again Repeat ad nauseam ’til the four horsemen Hallelujah, I know it’s time to move on. It’s time to move on! It’s time to move on! It’s time to move on! It’s time to move on!
4.
Medicine Man 02:56
The first time I scared you was the last time I dared you to take your own medicine and examine the proof that it does like you say and it shows us the way of the prophets of God and the Spirit of Truth. Oh, Jesus, You’re so patient with us. Like Gandhi, I want to be like the Jesus I read and not like the many who claim they know him. I just want to do what he’s told me to do and not have to argue or give a defense. Oh, Jesus, You’re so patient with us. Oh, Jesus, You’re so patient with us. We shouldn’t do like we do and say what we say and claim it’s for the glory of His name. For though we cut off the ear of those we fear Jesus is healing those we maim. Oh, Jesus, You’re so patient with us.
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If all the blood in all the hearts of all the lonely people in this world ran together, it’d make an ocean so deep and so red, that we could no longer disregard the obvious need for dry land or make excuses in our heads. And I would bet that none of us wants any of the rest of us to know just exactly how alone we feel. But what if fear was the jailer here? And to speak our hearts the only key to unlock ourselves? then what would we do? What would we do? What are we waiting for? What are we waiting for? For someone else to first admit it? Is that what we’re waiting for? What are we waiting for? What are we waiting for? ’Cause the perfect moment’ll never come. Is that what we’re waiting for? Pride is proud of reputations, resumes, and artificial scores. Is that we want? ’Cause we’re holding on with tightened fists like it’s gonna make a difference. let it go. Just let it go. What are we waiting for? What are we waiting for? For someone else to first admit it? Is that what we’re waiting for? What are we waiting for? What are we waiting for? ’Cause the perfect moment’ll never come. Is that what we’re waiting for? What are we waiting for? What are we waiting for? For someone else to first admit it? Is that what we’re waiting for? What are we waiting for? What are we waiting for? ’Cause the perfect moment’ll never come. Is that what we’re waiting for?
6.
Well the moon is broken And the sky is cracked Come on up to the house The only thing that you can see Is all that you lack Come on up to the house All your cryin’ don’t do no good Come on up to the house Come down off your cross We can use the wood Come on up to the house Come on up to the house Come on up to the house The world is not my home I’m just a passin’ thru Come on up to the house There’s no light in the tunnel No irons in the fire Come on up to the house And your singin lead soprano In a junkman’s choir Come on up to the house Doesn’t life seem nasty, brutish and short Come on up to the house The seas are stormy And you can’t find no port Come on up to the house Come on up to the house Come on up to the house The world is not my home I’m just a passin’ thru Come on up to the house When there’s nothin’ in the world that you can do Come on up to the house and you’ve been whipped by the forces that are inside you Come on up to the house Well you’re high on top of your mountain of woe Come on up to the house Well you know you should surrender but you can’t let it go Come on up to the house Come on up to the house Come on up to the house The world is not my home I’m just a passin’ thru Come on up to the house Come on up to the house Come on up to the house The world is not my home I’m just a passin’ thru Come on up to the house Come on up to the house Come on up to the house
7.
Golden slumbers fill your eyes. Smiles await you when you rise. Sleep, pretty darlin’, do not cry and I will sing your lullaby. Golden slumbers fill your eyes. Smiles await you when you rise. Sleep, pretty darlin’, do not cry and I will sing your lullaby.
8.
If ever in doubt, if ever in pain, if ever in love you lose your way, I’ll be your Northern Star and your constellation that guides you home. If ever at night or during the day you feel your heart giving way. I’ll be your Northern Star and your constellation that guides you home. So, don’t fear the night. Just look to the skies, find the brightest stars and think of my eyes watching you float on. If ever it seems like I’m not around just wait ’til you’re alone and then and there I’m found. I’ll be your Northern Star and your constellation that guides you home. So, don’t fear the night. Just look to the skies, find the brightest stars and think of my eyes watching you float on.
9.
My fool heart is breaking the rules again taking no count of the cost or the consequence So darkness fills this room where I lay appeasing my nagging guilt with my suffering But o sweet Grace tangles me in her web, surrounds my soul, let’s me know that she’s in control. Then o sweet Grace wrestles the demons within, pins them down, sets me free again. Oh, I’ve had enough of these careless mistakes. There’re just no more excuses. I’m the only one to blame. So darkness is chased from my room by the light of the morning sun. I’ve nothing left. I’m overcome! By o sweet Grace, defender of guilty men, anchor throughout life’s storms, the washer away of my sins But o sweet Grace, how can I be so sure I’m forgiven and I’m guilty no more? I’m caught in the crossfire of angels and demons As I pass through, this parking lot echoes with rumors It’s a change in perspective ’tween the saved and the damned Singing, “Alleluia!” I’m caught in the crossfire of angels and demons As I pass through, this parking lot echoes with rumors It’s a change in perspective ’tween the saved and the damned Singing, “Alleluia!” O sweet Grace, take me all at once, into Your arms, into Your arms. I’m caught in the crossfire of angels and demons As I pass through, this parking lot echoes with rumors It’s a change in perspective ’tween the saved and the damned Singing, “Alleluia!”
10.
I’ve wagered a lifetime to find out for sure if what you say is true. And here I am now still on the journ’ hoping I’ll find out soon. Bring me all the way home Bring me all the way home I’m nowhere near and only halfway there. So bring me all the way home I’ve seen the water so still and so calm that the mist fell asleep upon her. And I’ve seen her rage like holy fire and bury many a man below her. Bring me all the way home Bring me all the way home I’m nowhere near and only halfway there. So bring me all the way home Tho’ the hull be cracked, and our flag half mast, and we cannot see the shore; and tho my heart be torn for a place called home, God, grant me one day more. Bring me all the way home Bring me all the way home I’m nowhere near and only halfway there. So bring me all the way home Bring me all the way home Bring me all the way home I’m nowhere near and only halfway there. So bring me all the way home Bring me all the way home Bring me all the way home Bring me all the way home

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All Is Sideways is a years-in-the-making sonic document of a vagabond songwriter touring the United States recording his songs with the help of friends new and old.

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released October 4, 2012

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Written, arranged, and produced by Scott Troyer (ASCAP) ℗ © Purdy Bird Music (ASCAP) except “Come On Up To The House” by Tom Waits & Kathleen Brennan © 1999 Jalma Music (ASCAP) and “Golden Slumbers” by Lennon/McCartney © 1969 Sony ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP).

Aaron “Hoss” Heise: B3 Organ
Aaron Satterfield: Electric Guitar
Anna Betts: Vibraphone
Anna Leinbach: Violin
Catherine Betts: Tuba
Catherine Betts: Tubas
Charlie Thomas: Drum Kit
Christopher Whonsetler: Photography
Cliff Howard: Upright Bass
Dan Wilton: Bass Guitar
Daniel Nelson: Electric Guitar
David Niemi: Mandolin, Taikahuilu
Don Riley, Sr.: Flute, Coronet
Elizabeth Betts: Grand Piano
Jared Ribble: Recording Engineer for portions of “All Is Sideways”
Jason Foster: Electric Bass Guitar, Recording Engineer for Bass Guitar on “Oceans of Blood”
Jeffrey Chen: Cellos
Jonathan Hill: Electric Bass Guitar
Justin Carl Perkins: Mastering Engineer
Katie Nelson: Vox, BGVs, Rhodes, Wurlitzer, Baby Grand Piano, Upright Piano
Kyle Levy: Drum Kit
Landon Bailey: Electric Guitar
Luke Albrecht: Balalaika
Lynn Graber: Drum Kit, Cymbals, Snare, Timpani, Field Recording, Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer
Matt Taylor: French Horn
Matthew “2.0” Lugo: Clarinet
Melissa Schweizer: Violins
Nathan Hamlin: BGVs, Acoustic Guitar
Paula Miller: Operatic BGVs
Ryan Colbert: Trombone
Ryan Lee: Electric Guitar
Scott Byler: Drum Kit
Scott Troyer: Vox, BGVs, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Slide Guitar, Rhodes, Electric Baritone Guitar, Electric Bass Guitar, Harmonica, Accordion, Pump Organ, Bells, African Hand Drums, Mbira, Gin & Whiskey Bottles, Djembe, Wooden Drum Block, Music Stand, Dowel Rod & Hammer, Iodized Salt, African Shaker Box, Field Recordings, Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer
Topher Aodhsson: Artwork
Victoria Betts: Marimba

Lyrics, chords, and more at ScottTroyer.com.

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Scott Troyer is a singer, song-writer and producer. Scott was born and raised in Indiana, the state known as the Crossroads of America. His music too is at the crossroads of many genres as he explores and pays tribute to his many influences. Scott now travels extensively through the U.S. and abroad building friendships, and sharing his melodies with eager audiences. ... more

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