Derral Gleason Trio

Derral Gleason Trio

Walnut Creek, California, USA
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Biography

Influences: Van Morrisson, Sam Cook, Elvis, Roy Orbison, Beatles, Paul Rodgers, John Fogerty, John Lee Hooker, The Who, Hank Williams, Smokey Robinson, Ray Charles, Nat King Cole, Brian Wilson, Dusty Springfield, Cole Porter, Gene Vincent,Chrissie Hynde, James Brown, Cream, Bobby'Blue'Bland, Jim Morrison, Mike Corte, The Kinks, Steve Miller,Neal Young, The Clash, Elvis Costello, Stones, Lucinda Williams, Jackson Browne, Eagles, Tom Waites, Black Sabbath, Buddy Holly, Butch Hancock, Kris Kristofferson...and Townes Van Zandt...............................................our story: we dance along the string section between the heart and the gut...as Paul Kelly {another influence} once wrote; "you know money only buys you what you want; and you can't buy your balls back, like you buy a pair of pants; 'cause once they're gone they're way beyond recall; watch out little boy don't lose your balls"...........true.........the shows are not just performances.....they're rock-n-roll revivals!

Lyrics

Bigger With A Trigger {Whoa Trigger!}

Written By: D. Gleason

Late last night, I had me a vision
Red-leg come around here, without my permission
Creep upstairs, to our lovin' bed
Said don't move a muscle boy, put a pistol to my head

I said whoa...whoa trigger!
The world's gettin' small
I keep gettin' bigger
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa trigger
I feel big
Just feel bigger with a trigger

Woke up with the sun, and just the breath I was given
I lost my reason, and reason for livin'
Found myself starin', at the vengeance end of a gun
I was lookin' down the barrel just to see, where the bullets come from

[chorus]

This is not just another one of those spaced-out cowboy tales
You 'aint no daisy, sure 'aint no Josey Wales
And if all things come, to he who waits
We're just that , damn, close, to the pearly gates

[chorus-out]

This is a 44 magnum.......

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Leg Up On You

Written By: D. Gleason

Come here baby, I wanna talk with you
Yeah little girl; what're you gonna do?
Don't tell me that you'll leave me
Please don't say we're through

Please, please, baby don't tell me that
Oh please, please, please mama, don't take your love from me
I might still go on livin', I wouldn't wanna be

God, oh god almighty
Oh sweet lord, I'm beggin' you
You got somethin' on me baby
I got a leg up on you

Gonna lose your heart ,boy; wear it on your cuff
Oh her sweet lovin', sho' nuff powerful stuff
Broke my heart two times
Once was quite enough

Go ahead, go ahead , go on; tell your sad story
To anybody, might wanna know
No guts, no glory
For the soul you sold

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon baby; tell me 'bout all your strife
I know you been sleepin', with the devils' wife
That girl's gonna haunt you
The rest of your natural-born life

Uh, come here baby, I wanna talk with you
Yeah little girl, little girl, little girl; what're you gonna do?
Don't tell me that you'll leave me
Please don't say we're through

When you feel me baby, right behind your head
When you're lyin', in your warm lovin' bed
All them things come back to haunt you
All the bad you said

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Laurel Leaves

Written By: D. Gleason

When those love-crimes take their toll
And you waltz on away from me
I'm gonna' tell myself for the last time
That's just the way it's supposed to be

You could tell me all about it, I know you don't wanna' go there
Baby are you being evasive, or being discreet?
Enough know-how to know when to know why this 'aint goin' nowhere
Get your ass up out the kitchen if you can't take the heat

Just a few
Baby won't you bring me
Just a few
More laurel leaves

If I could swallow all your good intentions
There just 'aint no room left up inside of me
Oh by the way, did I forget to mention?
I don't give a (----) about you don't give a (----) about me

(chorus)

And when those love-crimes...(repeat 1st verse)

(chorus-out)

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So The Story Goes

Written By: D. Gleason

When you said you'd never leave
me
That's when I knew you would go
Act like you can't quite believe me
And you're wondering how I know

It's in the way you hold my hand
A thousand little things I suppose
But you can't lie like you think you
can
A lie's still a lie and it shows
...or so the story goes

Got a ticket for the big race
Win, place, show that's the plan
But 'aint nobody gonna' take my
place
They can't love you like I can

So why are we waitin' around for
payday?
Hangin' out like some restless ghost
And why is the one that got away
Always the one that matters the
most?
...or so the story goes

On and on forever
Straight through one simple
man's heart
Around and around like a
restless dream
Like a two-bit actors' bit part

Like in those dark jungles
where the tiger screams
Right before he tears you apart
It's a real-time, real-life,
real horror show
When you're trapped in loves'
death throes
...or so the story goes

So now I'm just an also-ran
Never thought I'd become one of
those
Well life just don't work out like you
plan
A simple truth everybody knows

Father oh Father please take my
hand
And lift my voice to the heavenly
host
'Cause time means nothin' to a
poor man
When he's walkin' with the
Holy Ghost

Baby oh baby lift up your head
Let me hold you real close
I'll pretend that I never read
That last page with the ending
you chose
...or so the story goes

(chorus out)

...and the story goes

...end of story

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Better That Way

Written By: D. Gleason

One time, before it all blew up
Before you threw me the change up
Things were going as planned
I was a satisfied man

Nighttime falls
Can you feel it coming?
Like a freight train
Running right down my back
Taking another day
I'll never get back
Running down a one-way track

And in one way
I guess it's better that we know
we can't stay
So we live life day to day
I guess it's better that way

One life, one love, and in one
instant
This past life seems so distant
As I recall the moments with you
Woke from a dream so blue

(repeat 1st verse)

And in one way
I guess it's better that we know
we can't stay
So we live life day to day
Make our peace with the one
with the way

...I guess it's better that way

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Scrapbook of Madness

Written By: D. Gleason

When we're an old couple,
living off the coast
The things I'll remember most
Walking into your arms, at the
end of a day
Feelin all my pain, wash away

Call me sentimental
Hopeless romantic, I guess
For looking through our
scrapbook of madness

Girl I told you, so long ago
That I would never let you go
Now that time, has taken its' toll
And you've gone on, and love's
grown cold

If I could return, to one moment
in my life
If I could stop the world from
turning
I would take, my rightful place
by your side
And I would make you my wife

When we're an old couple,
living off the coast
The things I'll remember most
Looking into your eyes, at the
end of a day
Feeling all my pain, wash away

Call me sentimental
Hopeless romantic, I guess
For looking through our
scrapbook of madness

To find all the living
Lost loving, I confess
To looking through our
scrapbook of madness

Oh you tore, all my dream castles
down
The day that you stopped loving me
If I could, I would anchor them
back down
Why do they float so free?

Why do they hang, so low to the
ground?
Like a lesson too late for the
learning
Why do they seem, to be laughing
at me?
And this silly flame, that's still
burning

When we're an old couple,
living off Irelands' coast
The things I'll remember most
Just waltzing into your arms,
at the end of a hard day
Feeling all my pain, wash away

You can call me sentimental
Hopeless romantic...I guess
For looking through our
scrapbook of madness

To find all the living
The lost loving...I confess
To looking through our
scrapbook...of madness

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Old Horse

Written By: M. Corte; D. Gleason

Drifting in the sun
Like an, old horse
You speak like a gun
Into my, open mind

And every night I get so high
Try to make it, to the top
You're there to break my fall
I don't worry about the drop

Which path should I choose?
They both lead to you
There's dust thick on my boots
I guess it's time, to grow roots

And every time I get too high
Try to make it, to the top
You're there to break my fall
I don't worry about the drop

Smoke rings in the sky
So pleasing, to your eye
Until you realize
Pretty smoke, can tell lies

And every night I get so high
Try to make it, to the top
You're there to break my fall
I don't worry about the drop

Drifting in the sun
You speak like a gun
Oh I'm just drifting in the sun
Like an.......old horse

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Vein Vain

Written By: D. Gleason

Hey...something is, changing
Even the sound of your name
So you think someone is waiting
They're going to take away
all your pain

I know a secret worth relating
'Aint nobody ever hit that...vein

That vein.......

Work like hell to make your living
Measure your worth in capital gain
So much life left for the living
Only so much love remains

I'd like to think we'll be forgiven
I wouldn't want to be that...vain

That vain.......

Saviors and saints offer some,
assistance
We 'aint got the time of day
I know I've got such a big,
resistance
Someday boy I'm bound to pay

For now I'll love you from a distance
Someday we'll open up that...vein

That vein.......

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Wouldn't Want To Be You

Written By: D. Gleason

She flies on laughter-silvered wings
Goes a whole lotta' places,
does a whole lots of things
She still cries at the loss
his memory brings
What can I do, I wouldn't want
to be you

She's an American girl,
red, white and blue
Does anything she wants,
anytime she wants to
She's still searching for a heart
that's true
What can I do, I wouldn't want
to be you

You turn around twice
You're on your way back
That's pretty good advice
If you're on the right track
I lost my way, when I found
out where you're at
That's o.k., I don't play that

Now there's no laughter
in a world spinning blue
Money goes out faster
than the joy it buys back for you
Happy-ever-after
just left you standing in the pew
What can I say,
I wouldn't want to be...you

I guess it all comes down
to a game of chance
We're all playing,
on a field of happenstance
If we get lucky, we dance
with a lifetimes' romance
Oh what we wouldn't do,
given half a chance

All I ever wanted
was to wander free
Coast to coast,
sea to shining sea
But if I were to turn into
that thing you want me to be
What can I say,
I wouldn't want to be...
Just between you and you,
and you and me
I wouldn't want to be...
I wouldn't want to be...you

Jump The Gun

Written By: D. Gleason

Say it's not over
'til the fat lady sings
Say there's always more time Keep on moving
'til that last work bell rings
And keep on running out of time

And time, waits for no one
And time will tell in the
long run
I'll meet you at the gates
of the ancient ones
They're making me wait
for jumpin' the gun

'Aint that just
the way that it goes
Force one door open,
just to watch, the right one close
Next time it opens
I'm already on the run
Ah yes I'm jumpin' the gun

Say it's never too late
but it's getting later
Sooner or later,
it all comes down to fate
Don't get hung up
do it sooner than later
Keep-a-jumpin' the gun,
'it's later than you think

Just as sure as you're living
we're all dying a little too
Just go on with the living
and do what you've got to do
Live each dying day
like it was your very last one
And keep on jumpin' the gun

'Cause I've got time to live and
learn
But only so much time to burn
Trade time for money
No matter how much you earn
Lifes' funny little lesson
You've still got to wait your turn

Say it's never too late
but it's getting later
Sooner or later
it all comes down to fate
Don't get hung up
do it sooner than later
Keep jumpin' the gun
it's later than you think
Keep-a-jumpin' the gun
it's later than you think
Oh yes it's always
later than you think

Discography

Derral Gleason/CD
Toxic Grasshopper/CD
Abby's Bane Sessions/iTunes EP

-all songs from these releases are in the ether...they can be bought, sold...played minimum lightly or maximum loudly...attempted...but never imitated....... CD's on Emoto-Rock Records; P.O. Box 91532; Austin, Texas 78709-1532

Publishing: Derrallix Music

Set List

Toxic Grasshopper, Could-a, Would-a, Should-a {Listened To My Old Man}, Lovin' You On The Run, Born Again, Leg Up On You, Camouflage Heart, Direct Hit {On a Moving Target}, The Vindication Of Job {Takin' It Off Here}, Laurel Leaves, Loves' Perfect Crime, Every 10 Minutes, Back On Line, Mindin' Our Own, Could-a Been So Easy, Salt In A Wound, Unjangle My Mind, Fiction Of Sin, Dame Fortune, Angels On Horseback, Vein Vane, Spare Change, Better That Way, Dirt Farmer, The Last Picture Show, Old Horse, Pity Party, Whoa Trigger, Lonely Street, Gone {Is The Only Thing Gone}............................The band is pretty fiercely original...we'll throw in a tune by a favoured artist now and again [Fogerty, Lennon, Young], but put our own twist to it. Our sets are usually one and one half to two hours in length...two of those if we're covering the whole night {we've got a lot of songs}. This band likes to throw down...after all, we are the last of the fully-grown, natural-born men.