Henry Doss

Henry Doss

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The Henry Doss show is progressive acoustic and electric rock, showcasing all original material. Full, "wall of sound" experience, with rich vocal harmonies, superb instrumentation and a strong commitment to meaningful lyrics.

Biography

The band associated with Henry Doss is comprised of seasoned, highly experienced professional musicians.
Henry Doss is a newcomer to the music scene. He retired from a successful banking career at the age of 49 to pursue a dream of writing, recording and performing neo-classical, progressive rock music. Henry writes all material, and provides rhythm guitar and lead vocals. Ray Smith, lead guitarist, grew up in the Detroit music scene. His influences come largely from the classic "rock blues" school. He is a versatile, skilled guitarist who provides both outstanding lead guitar work and beautiful acoustic phrasing for acoustic material. Al Jankowski provides keyboards and backing vocals. Al is a master of musical knowledge and performance. His principal background is in jazz, and he brings a depth and breadth of experience to the band that is extraordinary. Roger Tarczon provides percussion. Roger's drumming experience and range is vast, and includes a stint as David Crosby's tour drummer. Roger lives and breathes drums. John Hefty performs on bass and backing vocals. John's background is primarily classic blues material. He brings a powerful sense of musicianship and melody to the bass guitar and adds a dynamic element to composition. This band of newly aligned professionals is committed to creating and performing music that will leave its mark.

Lyrics

Good Intentions

Written By: Henry Doss

I hear you’re feeling kind of restless.
I hear you find it hard to sleep.
Your dreams are troubled in the darkness.
Fading hope that you can’t keep.

And you don’t know how you got here.
And you don’t know what it means.
In spite of all your good intentions.
You live your life without a dream.

Gaze out every open window.
Gaze out far into the East.
Keep on asking that same question.
“Is it written you’ll find peace?”

And you don’t know how you got here.
And you don’t know what it means.
In spite of all your good intentions.
You live your life without a dream.

Wander through each passing moment.
Squander time without a thought.
Spend your life as if it matters,
What you sold and what you bought.

And you don’t know how you got here.
And you don’t know what it means.
In spite of all your good intentions.
You live your life without a dream.

Do you think it’s any wonder?
Are you really that surprised?
Did you think you’d find a reason,
When you never even tried?

I Miss You

Written By: Henry Doss

I have a picture, in the hallway by the door.
A lovely picture, but I don’t see it anymore.
It was a picture, when you were just a little girl.
Oh what a picture, from a long forgotten world.

Oh, I miss you.
Oh, I still miss you.

There in that picture, taken many years ago,
I see you smiling, just the way I used to know.
But all that’s gone now. Time has passed us by.
And I remember, that I never said goodbye.

Oh, I miss you.
Oh, I still miss you.

Time goes by, I realize, nothing is the same.
You can’t come back, from where you are.
And emptiness remains.
My heart cries out, just one more time . . . I loved you .

I keep you here, inside my heart.
I keep you to this day.
Though time goes on and memories fade,
You’re in my heart to stay.
Still I cry just one more time . . . I loved you.

And still that picture, sits in the hallway by the door.
It’s just a picture, and I don’t see it anymore.

Just Another Morning

Written By: Henry Doss

It’s just another morning. I pull out of the driveway
I see my face in the mirror. But my mind’s on the freeway.
I spend so much time wondering. I spend my days in a day dream.
Nothing much seems to happen, but I know, I sure need to change things.

I wish that I could leave it all behind.
I wish that I could find someplace to go.

I go to work in some office. I spend my day pushing paper.
I stare out the window. Wonder what I’ll do later.
I go to lunch with my buddies. Make some joke about my weekend.
I see the time go passing me right by. And it seems that there’s no end.

I wish that I could leave it all behind.
I wish that I could find someplace to go.

But when I stop to think about it, I see.
My whole life is slipping by me.
Doesn’t seem to mean that much to me.

I wish that I could leave it all behind.
I wish that I could find someplace to go.

I see it’s time to go home now. I stare ahead at the tail lights.
I tap my foot in the traffic. I watch my day become night.
I pull back in the driveway. Park my car in the same place.
I hear the quiet closing in on me, and a day’s gone with no trace.

I wish that I could leave it all behind.
I wish that I could find someplace to go.

It’s just another morning. I see my face in the mirror.

Lies

Written By: Henry Doss

Hey, the sun came out today, burning in my eyes.
Hey, the sun came out today, burning in my eyes.

Telling me lies.
Telling me lies.

Hey, there’s institutions, constitutions burning in my eyes.
Hey, there’s regulations, obligations burning in my eyes.

They’re all lies.
They’re all lies.

Hey, I looked into the sun, and I no longer see.
Hey, I looked into the sun, and I no longer see.

No more lies.
No more lies.

Hey, a man told me about love, and it was just a lie.
Hey, a man told me about love, and it was just a lie.

It was a lie.
It was a lie.
No more lies.
No more lies.
Telling me lies.
Telling me lies.

I've Been Thinking

Written By: Henry Doss


I’ve been thinking about all my friends back at school.
Where did they go?
I’ve been thinking about all those things I used to know.
What did I know?

Got a wife, got a job, got a brand new car.
What did I know?
Got a mutual fund, got a portfolio.
But what did I know? What did I know?

I’ve been thinking about all those times that I tried.
How could I know?
I’ve been thinking about all the truths, all the lies.
What did I know?

Got a wife, got a job, got a brand new car.
What did I know?
Got a mutual fund, got a portfolio.
But what did I know? What did I know?

Now I’m thinking about all those things that I missed.
How could I know?
Seems like most of my life went and gave me the slip.
What did I know?

How the time passed me by.
Now I’m wondering why I didn’t know.
Forgot to live here and now.
Always wondering how, and what I should know.

Got a wife, got a job, I got a brand new car.
What did I know?
Got a mutual fund, got a portfolio.
But what did I know? What did I know?

Looking Back At You

Written By: Henry Doss


I remember looking back at you; I could see your eyes.
I knew that every word you said was true. That was no surprise.

I’m always looking out for you.
Just another incremental truth.
It’s the way I think of you.
It’s the way I hope you see me, too.

Now I know that what I saw was real. I felt it inside.
I still believe that you were meant for me; and I was meant for you.

I’m always looking out for you.
Just another incremental truth.
It’s the way I think of you.
It’s the way I hope you see me, too.

Now with each and every passing day, I’m living for you.
I never thought that I would feel this way. But you know that it’s true.

I’m always looking out for you.
Just another incremental truth.
It’s the way I think of you.
It’s the way I hope you see me, too.

Your Last Moments

Written By: Henry Doss


In your last moments, did you think of me?
There against the wall.
Did you wake and turn around to see nothing there at all.
Nothing there at all.

I wish I had been there.
I wish that I had been there.
Oh, I wish that I had been there . . .with you.

Maybe we’d have made some small talk.
Had a smoke or two.
I’d have told you all about me.
Things you never knew.

I wish I had been there.
I wish that I had been there.
Oh, I wish that I had been there . . .with you.

Wish I’d told you that I loved.
I hated you, too.
Yet I’m sure that I loved you.
I hope you loved me, too.

I wish I had been there.
I wish that I had been there.
Oh, I wish that I had been there . . .with you.

Lonely Child

Written By: Henry Doss


She’s a lonely child. She’s hoping to find someone.
Such a lonely child. Nowhere to go.
You know I wish that I could help you come to see.
All the things inside your heart that set you free.

But she’s a lonely child. Can’t seem to find her way.
Such a lonely child. Wants to run away.
You know I wish that you could find your way back home.
And you would understand that you are not alone.

Don’t be a lonely child. Don’t be afraid.
You know the emptiness inside will go away.

Don’t be a lonely child. Don’t be afraid.
You know the emptiness inside will go away.
Don’t be a lonely child. Don’t be afraid.
You know I’ll be right there beside you all the way.

She’s a lonely child. She wanders from day to day.
Such a lonely child. Nothing to say.
You know you’ll find a time when you will be at peace.
And all the hurt inside your heart will be released.

But you’re a lonely child. Can’t seem to find your way.

Remnants Of A Conversation

Written By: Henry Doss


I think it’s turning fall again, she said. It’s time to bring the flowers in,
before the snow.

My head’s spinning round and round, it seems my world is turning upside down.
Don’t you know?

And through the windows of my eyes, I see seasons passing by.
I wonder where they’ll lead us now? I wonder where our futures lie.

I wonder where our time has gone? I wonder why these days keep passing on?
Don’t you know?

Each day of ours more precious now, each moment sweet and dear to me somehow.
Don’t you know?

And all the words that I could say, can’t tell you what I believe.
There’s more to love than what we speak, and more today than yesterday.

Listen carefully you’ll hear the sounds of words I never say.
Silence speaks of what we love and what we know can’t go away.

Come with me, let’s go inside. Let’s build a fire to sit beside. Don’t you know?

That where there’s love, there’s everything. And where there’s love there’s words for you to sing.
Don’t you know?

Seasons come and seasons go. That’s not so very hard to see.
And as the seasons never end, my love for you grows endlessly.

I think it’s turning fall again, she said, it’s time to bring the flowers in.

Mars

Written By: Henry Doss

Well, I hate you and you hate me.
And that’s the way it’s going to be.
Because I’m right, and you are wrong.
The drums of war are beating out their song.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah . . .

Well I’ll kill you if you kill me.
That’s how it’s always been you see.
Can’t break this chain of death and war.
When you’re all dead it won’t matter anymore.

It doesn’t mean that much to me.
How many die, how needlessly.
I’ll build up arms, instead of bread.
And I’ll celebrate when all of you are dead.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah . . .

And the guns say . . . .
Hear my guns say . . .

I’ll build up arms to feed my hate.
I’ll send machines to seal your fate.
I’ll bomb your houses, and I’ll bomb your stores.
Until there’s nothing left there anymore.

I’ll give my armies a battle cry.
Say, “You will live, if you should die.”
They all believe this lie is true.
And bring my awful gift of war to you.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah . . .

And the guns say . . . .
Hear my guns say . . .

Now here’s my secret: I always lie.
If I tell the truth, I’ll surely die.
I cherish death, so hear me now.
If you want to kill then I can show you how.

And everyone I can convince
That was is something heaven sent.
Is one more who belongs to me.
One more who loves the hate that’s dear to me!

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah . . .

And the guns say . . . .
Hear my guns say . . .

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah . . .
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah . . .
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah . . .

Discography

Remnants Of A Conversation -- First, self-released CD. Available at www.henrydoss.com, cdstreet and CDBaby.

Two song EP recorded with UK-based singer songwriter Emma Rugg.

A "musical editorial" re-mixed, re-recorded version of Henry's song "Mars."

Eight-song live recording, January 2004.

Set List

Typical set list is approximately 15 songs, lasting roughly 90 minutes to two hours. We do not perform any covers. Set list follows the songs in our first CD, listed under audio files, and includes 3 - 6 other original tunes. Listen to audio files for a representative sample. For serious inquiries, we can provide a VHS/DVD of a recent performance.