Harrier Angel

Harrier Angel

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We're a Rock Remedy for the Re Generation, a medicine show for the new age playing all original rock music from hard to soft and several things in between, with melodic hooks that stick in the brain like superglue to deliver to the soul-starved all the juicy nutrients in the lyrics. Prevail, People!

Biography

We write a special story arc to connect each show with its particular audience, incorporating comic/dramatic banter to segue the songs and create an overall narrative for the performance. Alan Parsons Project is an inspiration because of the modular structure of the band playing material unified by authorship. Our structure expands and contracts and uses different players at different times depending on the desired effects in specific time and place. Guitars are influenced by Eagles/Lynyrd Skynyrd (and other popular rock sounds), and there's a mix of the theatrically-influenced vocals of Freddie Mercury extending the range into cosmic swing tunes like Noel Coward might have written if he had Reason and reverb.

Lyrics

TAKE ME FOR A DRIVE

Written By: Cass von Braun

The manager said it was an ironclad contract
We had to open up the house
So we jumped in the Chevy, drove twenty-seven hours
Just to prove that we were serious
Now we’re howling like a banshee, hauling ass for Nancy
Sure ain’t working for the dough
Cause it was seventy-five hundred for the man up in the office
And fifty bucks for me and Beau

When it’s a cold world, my baby is floored
With high-lift cam, fueler heads and it’s never been bored
I’m talking long, broad, hot rod covered in chrome
To drive my baby home
It’s not the car, it’s not the guitar
But take me for a drive in your rod, cheri
Take me for a drive, cheri
Take me for a drive
Take me for a drive in your rod, cheri

So we got a good gig, we jump in the rig
It’s really quite a night to play
Stop at the bank, fill up the tank, toodle off along our way
Then some caustic wooley bully
Ranking on me fully
I ain’t looking for a fight
The bruiser draws a blank, I got a solid steel crank
He can eat my dust from now to daylight

Hey, auto transmission, I got four on the floor
Mister fuel injection, don’t darken my door
I’ve got a long, broad, hot rod covered in chrome
To drive my baby, my hot rod baby, to drive my cheri home
I think it’s the car
It ... it could be your guitar
But take me for a drive in your rod, cheri
Take me for a drive, cheri
Take me for a drive, cheri
Take me for a drive in your rod, cheri

When it’s a cold world, my baby is floored
With high-lift cam, fueler heads and it’s never been bored
I’m talking long, broad, hot rod covered in chrome
To drive my baby, my hot

SHERLOCK JONES

Written By: Cass von Braun

There’s so many joneses in the USA
It’s easy to neglect some in the litany
There’s people pointing fingers
Look at that jones
But don’t forget the nasty habits everybody owns
Let’s call them out
Confess to the crime
And talk about yours when we talk about mine
There isn’t any righteous cause
Sherlock Holmes won’t serve
But he takes a drop of cocaine
He says it clears the nerve
And who will be the arbiter
To make him quit that jones
He’s gotta get high above it all
And the wind has got to blow

Sherlock Jones, don’t try to lie to me
Sherlock Jones - a nasty habit to see
I got a Sherlock Jones, don’t try to lie to me
I got a Sherlock Jones and that’s a habit to see
Yeah

A bigger piece of a smaller pie
Mindless acceptance of the usual lie
U.S. Jones is on a trip he can’t rout
He’s just another junkie taking the easy way out
The things they say they’re doing
Don’t explain what’s going down
And I think they got some joneses
Uh-oh!
Of their own to talk about

I got a Sherlock jones, don’t try to lie to me
I got a sherlock jones
A nasty habit to see
Sherlock jones, don’t try to lie to me
Sherlock jones has got the habit to see

instrumental followed by spoken interlude:
I . . . I . . . I get in the amazing patterns of weaving
That make up the fabric of why . . . why . . . why
And I can see why because I can be
The secret of insight is not a mystery
What’s in you is in me
One fact emerges the longer you survive
It’s becoming clearer now
Stay a jerk, take a dive!

I got a Sherlock jones, don’t try to lie to me
I got a sherlock jones
A nasty habit to see
Sherlock jones, don’t try to lie to me
Sherlock jones has got the habit to see

GULFPORT

Written By: Cass von Braun

I was standing on the Silver Strip in Gulfport
Thermals were blowing in
The surf looked like a herd
Of wild white horses
Plunging to the shore
My thoughts were of some mundane business
Practical, assured
Without a sense of savor
Even success can feel remote
A familiar dissatisfaction
Like a band around the throat
So far off the Silver Strip in Gulfport
The force that drove the waves
Could not affect the weather
I got blue skies as far as I could see
And I don't know how long I stood there
Before I saw what amazing grace
Rolled up in stormwrack
By the wild tidal race
It was a tattered bunch of roses
Tied up in French ribbon and Queen Anne's Lace

refrain
Oh, the stretch of time love can ride
The Mississippi tide
Oh what do you call that stretch of time
Is that forever?
That night we watched those roses drift away on a moonlight sea
Was just as real as yesterday, and more real than last week
In Gulfport, Gulfport, Gulfport, Mississippi
The Gulf of Mexico
The stretch of time love can ride the Mississippi tide
They say a storm in the Gulf of Mexico
Is a scream in the coupling of oceans
They say the gods are making love
When lightning flashes
The Gulf, restless heart, the Gulf of Mexico's between us
Impossibly out of reach
Still you flooded my life again
On that Silver Strip of beach

refrain
The stretch of time love can ride
The Mississippi tide
What do you call that stretch of time
Is that forever?
That night we watched those roses drift away on a moonlight sea
Is just as real as yesterday, and more real than last week
In Gulfport, Gulfport, Gulfport, Mississippi
The Gulf of Mexico
The stretch of time love can ride the Mississippi tide

GIVE IN TO IT

Written By: Cass von Braun

The curtain drawn aside
Reveals a deep divide
Pictured in the sorry mess
They made of it last night
She's a cat for tenderness
Cannot be satisfied
And he has a taste for sacrifice
And will not be denied

Give in to it, do not give in to it
I am gonna panic, I'm not gonna panic
Am I in love, or just insane?
Wracked with indecision, living in this doubt
Calamities get in, perhaps you should get out
Hearts have dreams
Like soap bubble sheens
Colors round a sphere
One puff, and they appear
And faith and hope are like soap bubbles
A moment in the air
In graceful disarray, bulge and float away

Give in to it, or do not give in to it
For what is wise in this fool's paradise?
But you don't have to panic
I'm not gonna panic
This love is fire, it brings change
Trying to stay the course with you and me
Has been so strange
But drain the cup and paint the town
Stumble like a clown
There time to live it up, time to live it down.

Give in to it, do not give in to it
I am gonna panic, I'm not gonna panic
But can this be love? Must there be pain?
It stopped your voice, it all went numb
A long time ago
But try to let it come. Cry, let it go

Discography

Lots of streaming from web site www.nine3.com, with commercial availability through major outlets.

LP -- Harrier Angel, rock remedy for the re generation

EP -- Fin Demonium Razz

SINGLES -- Falling For You, The Chain, Duncan's Song, Campaign Song, others

Set List

Three sets of five and six songs, e.g.,
I
Instrumental Overture
Take Me For a Drive
Do I Love You
Sherlock Jones
Angeline
It Had To Be You

II
Wisteria
One Thin Dime
Gulfport
To Here
Give In To It

III
Boney Boney
Bad Dream on Easy Street
Naomi
Red River Valley
Harrier Angel

(index of above available at nine3.com/MusicLyrics.html, accessing streaming samples from each tune