17 Pygmies

17 Pygmies

 La Quinta, California, USA
BandRockProgressive

Partly symphonic prog rock, partly prog folk, partly sci-fi, partly indie rock, partly space rock, partly psychedelic, partly electro-acoustic, (you get the picture) the Pygmies utilize the Brian Wilson “whatever works” aesthetic to get their musical vision(s) across.

Biography

Keeping in mind that we are talking about a band with a 30+ year history, 17 Pygmies are a band that has admittedly undertaken many personnel changes (the only original member is Jackson Del Rey) and diverged in any number of musical directions finally decided to "play it straight" or at least "play it as straight" as such a band can. In 2008 Jackson put together the now referred to as the "Celestina" era of the band featuring core members Meg Maryatt on vocals, Jeff Brenneman on guitar and Dirk Doucette on drums to undertake an ambitious 33 1/3 song 3 CD set concept trilogy about a rather odd feminine robot growing up in outer space a somewhat innocent, childlike manner intermittently interrupted by acts of incredible violence (she has a bad habit of trying to snap a human neck every now and then.)

Released on Jan. 1, 2011, CII: Second Son is part two in a three part series based on the original short story “Celestina” (You might have noticed CII, like its predecessor, is sequentially numbered. Big hit y’all.) The story picks up with our hero, Captain Mora and fellow astronaut and scientist/love interest, Isabel, waking up after traveling through a black hole, only to discover a colony of robots who have changed their chemical ‘mix’ to cope with a beautiful but mysterious world in which nothing ever changes. While adapting to their new surroundings, they learn some astonishing news from Herod, leader of the robots, and know they have no choice but to find a way to return home.

Musically, CII: Second Son is a tribute to all of the unique 1950-60’s era science fiction motion pictures (think The Day The Earth Stood Still), but this time the music is a bit darker, perhaps reminiscent of early Tangerine Dream, with the Pygs using more experimental sounds (that’s what happens when you buy a new M-Box) to reflect the more somber, stark moodiness of the storyline. 

In 2012, CIII: "Even Celestina Gets the Blues" not only ended the Celestina trilogy, but also left the story line at such a point that it was only logical to continue the story and further explore the cosmic space operatic poppy space soundtrack music terrain already previously established.

In May of 2013, 17 Pygmies released "Isabel" which is the first part of another three part concept CD in the vein of Celestina, but following the exploits of Dr. Amelia Isabel, one of the other passengers of the Celestina (the ship and the main character share the same name). The music is at times pensive, brooding, introspective, poppy, proggy, jazzy and orchestral.

There are many musical "touchstones" to Isabel, the most obvious being Pink Floyd, Kate Bush, Harold Budd, Brian Eno, John Foxx, The Incredible String Band, "Lamb" era Genesis, Samuel Barber, Arvo Part, Jerry Goldsmith and Christopher Young.

Interestingly, 2013 also found the re-release of a 2 CD retrospective containing three remastered versions of the bands' early works Hatikva (1983) Jedda By The sea (1984) and Captured in Ice (1985). So when we say 2013 is the year of the Pygmy, we ain't kidding!

In November 2015, "Isabel II: Abaddon Rising" was released. In this case, 17 Pygmies decided to write the never happened follow-up LP to it's classic 1980s album Captured in Ice. Musically speaking, this required the band to go back to its roots as one of the originators of the "cold-wave" movement (the Pygs themselves referred to their style of music as "sombredelic"), a genre that mixed "College Rock" "Art Rock" and "Pop" with a downbeat, if not often whimsical and/or reflective message.

Over a 30 year period, there is obviously more to discuss, but let's leave it at that for now. All we know is that we are all present in the here and now. Buy the ticket and take the ride.

So for those of you who are already on board, as well as those who are about to enter into our world, thank you for coming along on this part of the voyage. We could not have done it without you, whoever you may be.




Lyrics

CII: Second Son - Short Story

Written By: Jackson Del Rey

“I’m….alive?”
“Yes. We are both alive.”
“Isabel?”
“Yes Robert. It’s me and we’re both alive.”
“But…how?”
“I don’t know.”
“And where…”
“I don’t know.”
“And…”
“Robert, you’ve been unconscious for two days. Take your time.”
“But…”
“Sit up. From what I have seen we should have plenty of time for inquiry.”
“Why…”
“Because we seem to be alone.”
“Oh.”

And so as Captain Mora sat up to survey his new surroundings he realized that he and Isabel had somehow survived their journey through the Black Hole. And strangely, they now appeared to be unharmed and on a very bucolic part of Earth. He felt the grass beneath him. He felt the warmth of the sun, actually suns (there were two) on his skin. Two suns? Well, it wasn’t Earth. But the warmth, felt…well, good. Surprisingly good. In fact, Mora hadn’t felt quite this good in years.

“So, what is there to eat?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’ve been up for two days and haven’t eaten?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not hungry.”
“Not hungry?”
“No. Are you?”
“Now that you mention it, no. Have you found any water?”
“No.”
“Two days without water?”
“Correct.”
“Because…”
“I’m not thirsty.”
“So things are somewhat different.”
“That much I can tell you. Want to see something else interesting?”
“Sure.”

Isabel leaned over and picked what appeared to be a rather odd purplish dandelion. She gently blew on the dandelion and the petals scattered, only to reverse their direction and reunite with the stem. Then, within seconds, the dandelion disappeared from her hand entirely and reappeared in exactly the same form and place it was before.

“This just gets better and better.”
“Actually it does.”
“Ask me if I’ve slept for two days.”
“Have you…”
“No. I haven’t.”
“Ask me if I’ve had a bowel movement for two days.”
“Do I have to?”
“No and no I haven’t.”
“Ask me if I’ve been able to alter anything on this planet in any way.”
“I’m going to assume…”
“No I haven’t. You know what else?”
“Um…”
“I feel great and I think I’ve regained 20-20 vision.”
“You might have even lost a pound or two…”
“Thank you for noticing and yes, that is highly possible.”

A strange silence appeared between Robert and Isabel. Strange in the sense that even the silence was noticeably absent of sound and well, remarkably silent. Except for one sound. It was the sound of distant water. A river perhaps, but most likely a stream.

“Have you…”
“No, I haven’t left your side.”
“So you haven’t been…”
“No.”
“Shall we explore?”
“Why not?”

As they headed toward the sound of water, Robert and Isabel continued to adapt to their new surroundings. However, there was one aspect of this planet they could not quite account for. It was that certain stillness. A stillness that did not exist on Earth, a stillness that felt like it would never change, that it could not, or would not change, for eternity. In short, this seemed a place where there was nothing to do and all the time to do it in. Then, Mora started to whistle.

“Did you hear that?”
“It’s very pretty?”
“I don’t mean the melody.”
“Then what are you asking? Were you not able to whistle before you came here?”
“Oh, I could whistle, but not in perfect pitch.”
“Ah.”
“In fact, I can’t seem to hit a sour note. There seems to be something correcting my pitch. Placing it in…I’m not sure what word I’m looking for.”
“In harmony?”
“Yes, in harmony. But with what?”
“The rest of the world?”
“As above, so below? All things in harmony?”
“I too have considered the theological ramifications of our environment.”
“And?”
“Do you find it significant that there are two suns in the sky?”
“No.”
“Doesn’t the Third Gospel tell of the second son?
“Yes, but that is HIS second SON coming to lead the way to paradise.”
“True, but…what if it was a scrivener’s error?”
“What do you mean?”
“The Old Testament, the New Testament, and the Third Testament were all written by mortals.”
“So?”
“Mortals make mistakes don’t they?”
“Yes.”
“What if the return to paradise is indicated by the appearance of the second sun?”
“It would account for why CHURCH is so interested in the Black Hole.”
“It would. But I’m still not convinced that heaven or paradise even exits.”
“Are you hungry or thirsty yet?”
“No.”
“I’m not either. So if we are not going to die of starvation, I would imagine we will have quite a bit of time to ponder the imponderable. And if you are not willing to open your mind to new possibilities, these are going to be very boring discussions.”
“Point taken.”
“It does seem that the one thing that can change is our minds.”
“Free will?”
“Indeed.”

Suddenly, the relative silence was broken by an oddly familiar, but unexpected sound. Not quite identifiable, it was oddly out of place as it was clearly mechanical. It was, hydraulic?

“Did you hear that?”

And then Mora recognized it.

“Get down! Get down!”
“Why?”

While pulling Isabel to the ground beneath some brush, Mora explained.

“Because that is the sound of a robot mo

Celestina Short Story

Written By: Jackson Del Rey

In the not too distant future, in a cathedral somewhere in Rome, where the bells still call the faithful to prayer and the infallibility of the Pope is but a distant memory, a child asks a parent an innocent question.

"Mom?"

"What is it now?"

"What is that symbol?"

"Which one?"

"The fish with the engine towers?"

"Oh that one? Why honey, that's the symbol for the Celestina."

"Who?"

"Not who, what. It was a spaceship that went out into deep space many years ago and never came back. Nobody exactly knows what happened out there, but the members of the crew were all granted sainthood. You know of St. Robert, the patron of starship captains?"

"Yes."

"Well that was his story. At least as much of it as we know."

While standing nearby, a priest overhearing the conversation thinks to himself;

"Of course, there are always those who know more than they are willing to say…"

Meanwhile, in the not too distant past;

"Let's go surfin' now…"

"Captain, if I may ask, why did you pick that song as our backdrop to ion-atmospheric departure?"

"I thought it might imbue the crew with a sense of fun and adventure. After all, it's not everyday that you get the opportunity to explore the grand nebula of Cassiopeia."

"True, but somehow I would have thought that perhaps, a little Brahms, or Tangerine Dream, might have been more appropriate."

"Well, my first choice would have been Mars from Holst's The Planets."

"I can see the preference as you are a career military man, but this mission is peaceful and scientific in nature and hence Mars, wholly inappropriate."

"Indeed. And as I always planned to surf in my retirement, why not start now?"

"Because you are not retired?"

"Babysitting a bunch of pseudo-scientific philosophically challenged test-tube pushers? May as well be."

"Sir, I believe we are getting somewhat far-a-field of our original discussion topic which I believe was the, shall I say interesting choice of music for our departure."

"And I will end our conversation by simply stating that when you get to be captain, you will get to pick your own soundtrack to the stars."

"Sir, you know it is impossible for a carbon-based interface to become the captain of a ship."

"So noted. Now crank up the volume, and that's an order."

"Acknowledged."

And so began the flight of the Celestina, it's mission, to explore a newly discovered anomaly, possibly a black hole, in the nebula of Cassiopeia. The Celestina itself is a small, non-denominational Niña class inter-stellar caravel designed for non-combat, shallow gravity navigation and exploration. As was protocol for the day, the Captain would not meet his crew until several weeks into the mission. It was thought the basic interface between captain and ship, in this case facilitated by the humanistic Torquemada (although alternative methods of interaction were available) had to first be established. The assimilation of human and vessel was in almost all instances a rather smooth process, however it was also equally true that no two were ever entirely the same, and that some could be more, shall we say, challenging than others?"

"Captain Mora, is it really appropriate for you to have a holographic image of that rather archaic looking person narrate all of the ship's internal datalogs?"

"Torquemada, I will have you know that Rod Serling was a legitimate figure of the 20th century whose now authoritative work into the inner workings of the human mind established the very concept that situations, created entirely by the mind, can and are often transferred via an additional dimension he called the "Twilight Zone" into our multi-physical realm of so-called "reality."

"Yes sir, I understand the significance of the discovery of another dimension, one often referred to as one of sight and sound, but I still don't see the relevance of…"

"Torquemada…"

"Yes Captain?"

"Is life always based on empirical analysis of chemical and electric responses of external stimuli?"

"Well sir, one would hope so for as we all know, there is no one reality. Only the endless combinations of experiences all uniquely interpreted by the millions of individuals that make up the 'shared spatial-universe" which is but one of the "minor" planes of existence."

"Yes, yes and it is this 'divine' ability to create one's own universe that separates us from the lower primates."

"Well, yes." Do you not agree with that assessment, Captain?"

"I concur with the assessment, but wonder how you, a carbon-based replication of a human can relate to such a concept."

"Whether I relate to any particular concept is irrelevant. It is only important that my programming is within accepted boundaries of human enablement. In other words, I am put here to help."

"But, if I were to tell you that white is black and black is white, you would have no ability to distinguish what we humans mean by all and the lack of light. True?"

Isabel - Part I Short Story

Written By: Jackson Del Rey


THE BOOK OF ISABEL - PART 1

The door opened wider.

"I thought I might find you here,” said Dr. Isabel.
"Why is that?" Celestina replied.
"Where else would you go?"
"True."
"We must go."
"Why?"
"It won't be long before CENTRE finds us."
"So?"
"Celestina...are you crying?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I am sad."
"But you don't..."
"Yes, I do."

After a brief pause, Dr. Isabel commented.

"I suppose it was only a matter of time."

The blues continued to play.

"And the music?"
"It was his."
"Now it is yours. It seems from the grave, Mora has given you one last gift. Now we must go."
"Where?"
"Anywhere. CENTRE cannot find us."
"That would be..."
"At least for the time being."
"Ah, then I suggest we go underground."
"Underground?"
"Yes, as in under the ground."

Dr. Isabel stared in a perplexed manner at Celestina.

"The sewer system. They cannot scan for our bio-signs down there."
"What would be the quickest way to get down there?"
"Through the window."
"Through the window? But we are on the 21st floor."
"Precisely."

Puzzled, Dr. Isabel began to formulate a thought when suddenly she heard the sound of boots. Heavy boots.

"They are here."
"Then we are too late."
"No, we are not. Are you ready?"
"For what?"

Not waiting for an answer, Celestina put Dr. Isabel on her feet and while face to face jumped out the window. Straight down. Not to the street, but through the street and into the sewer system. Regaining her wits, Dr. Isabel finally spoke.

"That was quick."
"The most direct route is often the quickest."
"Let's move."

And so the two headed deeper into the sewer system beneath the city. After a while they stopped to let Dr. Isabel rest.

"Do you think they have followed us?"
"It would not appear so."
"But they will come."
"Yes. There are two things they must recover."
"Two? I know they need the Masada's signature key, but what is the other?"
"Me."
"Oh."
"They will try to erase all evidence that the mission ever took place, or that the ship even existed."
"Why would they do that?"
"Firstly, CENTRE cannot have it known that they destroyed the colony. But even more importantly, how can CENTRE explain robots understanding the concept that suicide is a sin?"
"That is true."
"An understanding of sin alludes to the existence of a soul."
"In what sense?"
"I imagine the best explanation would be if you did not have a soul to save, why would you not sin?"
"Because you wanted to lead a virtuous life?"

Celestina stopped for a moment to ponder Dr. Isabel's response.

"Dr. Isabel, do you believe religion is about life, or the after-life?"
"Both."
"How could that be true?"
"If you believe your immortal soul survives your mortal death, where does it go?"
"That would seem to be a fair starting point for discussion."

Satisfied for now, Celestina began turning her attention back to the here and now and their particular situation. As did Dr. Isabel.

"Now I have a question for you."
'Yes?"
"How much do you weigh?"

Celestina thought this an odd question.

"My density levels vary depending on the situation."

Dr. Isabel thought this an odd answer.

"So, you weigh, whatever you want?"
"Essentially yes. Why do you ask?"
"Have you assimilated 'envy' yet?"
"No."
"When you do, remember today's conversation."

Celestina wondered why Isabel would envy the ability to change one's molecular density. As recent events indicated it could be valuable, but hardly essential. It was time to let the matter drop. It was time to leave.

"I must go."
"Where are you going?
"I am going back up the way we came down."
"And since we must split up..."
"You will run down the sewer tunnel in a southern direction."
"Southern? Why?"
"Because CENTRE is coming from the north."
"That's it?"
"Yes."
"You mean you don't know what is down there?"
"No."
"But what if it is just a tunnel with no end."
"Then CENTRE will catch you."
"Then what?"
"Throw the key in the water."

Dr. Isabel stared at Celestina.

"I cannot help you. We are wasting time. You must go."
"I understand."

As the sound of boots grew ever louder, Celestina disappeared into the hole she had previously made and Dr. Isabel ran like hell down the tunnel, away from the sound of the boots.

But the boots were winning. As she ran, Dr. Isabel began to think of all the strange events that had happened. It was a bit hard for her to comprehend how she had gotten to the point where she was a hunted fugitive. Her life had been the definition of "normal" and quite frankly she liked it that way. She had no particular desire to be rich, famous or powerful and she was largely apolitical. She was intellectual in nature, did not like sports of any kind and largely had lived her life in a laboratory. And now this...

Rounding a bend in the tunnel Dr. Isabel came face-to-face with her fa

CIII: Even Celestina Gets The Blues - Short Story

Written By: Jackson Del Rey

CIII: EVEN CELESTINA GETS THE BLUES
(A TALE OF LOVE AND QUANTUM PHYSICS)

“On screen.”
“I heard you the first time.”

Into view came the bridge of the Torquemada. His ex-first mate, now Captain, Hojeda was sitting in his former chair, his pockmarked face dominating the screen. Whatever thoughts and emotions were going through Mora’s mind and body at this moment, no one will ever know. But, they could not have been good.

“Captain Mora. Good to see you.”
“Captain Hojeda. Likewise. What brings you to this part of the galaxy?”
“Come now Captain. We both know the answer to that question. You.”
“Me? What could I possibly have that would interest CHURCH?”
“To be precise, nothing from you. They do however want the Interface.”
“Celestina?”
“Yes, well whatever you call that unit.”
“Considering you have already scanned the ship, you know I have the Masada’s
signature key.”
“Oh, is that what that is? Charming. However, it is of little consequence in the
scheme of things.”
“Little consequence?”
“Mora, Mora, Mora, you haven’t changed, have you? You still fail to comprehend
the importance of information.”
“You mean my preference for the truth?”
“Yes, that is one of your more annoying traits.”
“You find the truth annoying?”
“Not exactly. The truth can be useful. But, it can also be, shall we say
inconvenient?”
“If you mean in the sense of exposing a murderous conspiracy, then I would
imagine that could be somewhat inconvenient.”
“And that is why the ‘truth’ will never come out.”
“You seem awfully sure of that.”
“If you were still on the bridge of the Torquemada, you would be too.”

Mora winced. Hojeda smiled. He had hit a nerve.

“You could be on the bridge again.”
“Alive?”
“Yes, alive. CHURCH, in their infinite kindness and wisdom has authorized me to offer you clemency.”
“Clemency? For what?”
“Let’s not get sidetracked by unimportant details. All you need to do is abandon the Celestina and deliver the interface intact. Is that so difficult?”

Hojeda had chosen his words carefully. He knew Mora would never abandon his ship or crew. This did not go unnoticed by Mora.

“Forgive me, but I’m not exactly convinced by your display of mercy, or for that matter your sincerity.”

At Mora’s failure to declare his willingness to “go down with the ship”, Hojeda, who would have been just as happy to blow the Celestina out of the cosmos, began showing signs of impatience. He decided to turn up the heat.

“Mora, we could get all of the information we need from you, but quite honestly it
would be a rather bloody affair, most likely riddled with inconsistencies. Why not just spare yourself the pain and send over the interface?”
“The interface?”
“The interface has perfect recollection.”
“I wouldn’t depend on perfection at the moment. I think you will find Celestina is a
bit different than what you might expect. All that carbon seems to have impacted her, predictability?”
“Do tell.”
“Well, for one, she seems to have lost her murderous tendencies.”

Celestina felt obliged to respond.

“I heard that. I’ll have you know I’m not really bad. I’m just programmed that way.”

Mora continued.

“As I was saying…still want the unit?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”

“Why” is the word that has launched more ships than Helen could have ever dreamed of. Simple, elegant, and infinitely mysterious in its application and effect. In this instance the effect upon Hojeda was to induce a second level of impatience.

“Whatever CHURCH wants with the interface is none of your concern.”
“But they do want her.”
“Yes, those are my orders you stubborn old fool!”

And with those words, Hojeda became strangely recalcitrant. He realized he had made a serious mistake. Mora now knew he was still alive because CHURCH had ordered Hojeda to return Celestina intact if at all possible. Hojeda knew Mora knew, and, there was no possibility Mora would give up his ship. Hojeda cut to the chase.

“So I’m assuming surrender is not an option?”
“No.”
“Good. I’m assuming you know what your other option is?”
“If you can’t return the unit, destroy it?”
“Precisely. And so if you don’t mind waiting a moment while I power up the front
array, shouldn’t take but a minute to blast you out of the sky.”

As Hojeda finished his sentence, a member of his crew came up to him in a state of obvious agitation.

“Sir?”
“Not now. Can’t you see I’m busy?
“Sir, please forgive me but I do not believe this can wait.”
“You mean you have something more important than sharing my good friend,
and former captain, Mora’s last moments of existence?”
“Yes.”
“And that would be?”
“A ship just appeared on our screen and is heading our way.”
“A ship? Impossible! There are no other ships in this vicinity. There can’t be.
Recheck your instruments. It must be a mistake.”
“There is no mistake. It is a rather large ship and it is coming our way.”
“H

Isabel III

Written By: Jackson Del Rey

FUNNY BUT I'VE
NEVER SEEN YOUR FACE
EXCEPT IN A DREAM
TELL ME CAN I
HOLD ON TO THIS DREAM?

I NEVER TRIED TO HURT YOU.
I NEVER TRIED TO CHANGE YOUR MIND

I ONLY WANNA SEE YOU FLY
I ONLY WANNA SEE YOU SHINE

LIKE THE STARS
THE STARS IN THE SKY (2)

FUNNY BUT I'VE NEVER HEARD YOU SING
A SINGLE SONG
BUT I'M SURE YOUR VOICE
IS CLEAR AND STRONG

I NEVER TRIED TO WARN YOU
I WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

I ONLY WANNA SEE YOU CLIMB
BURNING OH SO BRIGHT
(LIKE THE SUN) X2

I ONLY WANNA SEE YOU SMILE
I ONLY WANNA SEE YOU LAUGH AND CRY
I ONLY WANNA SEE YOU FLY
I ONLY WANNA SEE YOU SHINE
LIKE A STAR

Kyrie

Written By: Jackson Del Rey

THE EYES OF THE ANGELS
THE PAIN THEY SEE
IN BELEIVE IN ETERNITY
KYRIE
THE SILK AND THE SORROW
Dm G
I WEAR FOR THEE
I BELEIVE IN ETERNITY
KYRIE

THE BELLS IN THE TOWER
THEY RING FOR DEVOTION
I BELEIVE IN ETERNITY

KYRIE

HOLY ANGEL
THE LIGHT AND THE POWER
I BELEIVE IN ETERNITY
KYRIE

HOLY ANGEL
THE LAMB AND THE LION
I BELIEVE IN ETERNITY
KYRIE

HOLY ANGEL
THE SANE
AND THE SOLEMN
I BELIEVE IN ETERNITY
KYRIE

Isabel VI

Written By: Jackson Del Rey

TAKE
ME HOME
BACK
TO THE PLACE I WAS BORN

IT'S NOT MUCH
BUT IT'S HOME
AND IT'S ALL
ALL THAT I KNOW

SHALL WE PLAY
HIDE AND SEEK?
I WILL FIND YOU (2)

CLOSE
THE DOOR
IT'S TOO COLD
IN THIS ROOM
I WANT
TO BE WARM
WARM IN THE PLACE I WAS BORN

SHALL WE PLAY
HIDE AND SEEK?
I WILL FIND YOU (2)

SOLO

LOOK
WHAT'S THIS PANEL OVER HERE?
COULD IT BE
THERE'S A FRIEND
ON THE OTHER END?
FIRE
AND ICE
CAN OFTEN ENTICE
THE KNIFE AND THE FLAME
ARE SIMPLY THE SAME
THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO KNOW

I'M...SO GLAD
THAT I FOUND...YOU
OH NO (2)
TELL ME YOU FEEL
OH TELL ME YOU FEEL
YES TELL ME YOU FEEL
THE SAME WAY I DO

Isabel XI

Written By: Jackson Del Rey

RED WAS THE COLOR
OF THE ROSES IN HER HAIR
WHEN CAPTURED BY THE MOONLIGHT
I COULD ONLY SIT AND STARE
AS SHE WALKED THROUGH THE DOORWAY
AND LEFT WITHOUT A CARE

AND RED WAS THE COLOR (2)
OF THE MOONLIGHT IN THE NIGHT

SIT DOWN
I HAVE A STORY TO TELL YOU
A STORY
ABOUT MY FRIEND
HE DIDN'T COME BACK
NO, HE DIDN'T COME BACK
BUT HE WAS A FRIEND THAT I KNEW (2)

RED WAS THE COLOR
OF THE STAIN UPON MY HAND
DOES IT REALLY MATTER WHERE WE GO?
IF WE WALK TOWARD THE DOORWAY
I LEAVE WITHOUT A CARE

RED WAS THE COLOR (2)
OF THE BLOOD UPON MY HAND

Isabel XII

Written By: Jackson Del Rey

DON'T LIE
DON'T LIE TO ME
OR MY SCYTHE
WILL CUT INTO THEE

OHHHH
GOTTA LET IT GO

CAREFREE
THAT'S WHAT YOU'LL BE
TAKE MY HAND
AND FOLLOW ME

OHHHH
GOTTA LET IT GO

STAY ALIVE
AND YOU MAY FIND
THE KEY TO LIFE
AND PEACE OF MIND

OHHHH
GOTTA LET IT GO

Discography

 • Isabel II: Abaddon Rising Nov. 17, 2015 Trakwerx

• Isabel May 20, 2013, Trakwerx

• Jedda By The Sea (Re-issue) May 5, 2013, LTM Records

• CIII: Even Celestina Gets The Blues (A Tale of Love and Quantum Physics) Jan 1, 2012 Trakwerx

• CII: Second Son Jan 1, 2011, Trakwerx

• Captured In Ice (1985) 2010 Re-Release, Trakwerx

• Jedda By The Sea (1984) 2010 Re-Release, Trakwerx

• The Outlaw J.D. Ray 2009, Trakwerx

• Lightwerx: Georges Melies DVD compilation 2009, Trakwerx

• Lightwerx: Tarzan of the Apes DVD (original score by Jackson Del Rey)
Track 11. "Stay With Me"
2009, Trakwerx

• "Celestina" 2008, Trakwerx

• "Ballade Of Tristram's Last Harping" 2007, Trakwerx

• "13 Blackbirds/13 Lotus" (Double CD) 2007, Trakwerx

• "Last Train" 7" Single 2006, Trakwerx

• "Missyfish" 1990, Nate Starkman & Son

• "Welcome" 1989, Great Jones

• "Captured In Ice" 1985, Resistance Records

• "Jedda By The Sea" 1984, Resistance Records

• "Hatikva" 1983, Resistance Records

Set List

We play sets anywhere from 30 minutes to 1 hour depending on the time slot.
The set changes frequently, but most recently include songs from our latest release "The Outlaw J.D. Ray":
Ain't Gonna Work
Blackwater, TN
Atlas Shrugged Blues
Your Smilin' Eyes
and various other songs:
Jenny Says
The Clock Song
Like A Diamond
She Gets High
Last Train
I Know My Train's A-Comin'