The Steel Pillow Sessions

The Steel Pillow Sessions

 New York City, New York, USA
BandAlternativeAcoustic

Wry, heartfelt and haunting... the music of The Steel Pillow Sessions.

Biography

Songwriter Tony Farinacci of Steel Pillow Songs - inspired collaboration with a variety of talented players.

Lyrics

Closing Time At The Great Blue Heron

Written By: Anthony Farinacci

Excuse me, but is this seat taken?
Could it be you are here alone?
Forgive me please if I am mistaken.
Seems to me like you're far from home.

CHORUS--
Closin' time at The Great Blue Heron
Wild night at the cowboy bar.
Suspicious eyes of the locals starin'.
Place in time to be on your guard.

See I'm in a bad situation.
That guy won't leave me alone.
Showin' signs of his frustration.
Insistin' he's gonna drive me home.

Just say that we know each other.
Stayin' at the same hotel.
I'm sure then he won't bother.
When all's well this could end up well.

CHORUS--
Closin' time at The Great Blue Heron
Wild night at the cowboy bar.
Suspicious eyes of the locals starin'.
Place in time to be on your guard.

I'm intrigued, but sensin' trouble.
I'm no fool, can smell a trap.
Vaminos amigo on the double,
when bait falls right into your lap.

(BRIDGE)
Who knows what lies underneath the covers.
Nature stirs, and runs down your spine.
If you'd stayed behind with all the others,
Lose your soul, and perhaps your mind.

CHORUS--
Closin' time at The Great Blue Heron
Wild night at the cowboy bar.
Suspicious eyes of the locals starin'.
Place in time to be on your guard.
Time to be on your guard.

THIRD RAIL

Written By: Anthony Farinacci

It's a cautionary tale.
An ill wind in your sail.
Constant bearing or you'll stray.

Obstructed view outside the veil.
Feel the pull of the third rail.
Your resistance starts to fray.

--- CHORUS ---
Out of the tunnel. Out of the dark.
The tracks screech, the iron sparks.
Doors divide, best mind the gap.
If you slide - no turning back.
There's no turning back.

Opportunity knocks.
And the cradle rocks.
Conscience comes unnerved.

You can't unwind the clocks.
Don't dismiss the paradox.
Contrast will disturb.

--- CHORUS ---
Out of the tunnel. Out of the dark.
The tracks screech, the iron sparks.
Doors divide, best mind the gap.
If you slide - no turning back.
There's no turning back.

- (Bridge) -
"Stand clear of the platform.
Watch the closing doors."
Stranger's voice will serve to warn,
what you had's no longer yours.

--- CHORUS ---
Out of the tunnel. Out of the dark.
The tracks screech, the iron sparks.
Doors divide, best mind the gap.
If you slide - no turning back.
There's no turning back.

The grace period's up.
Payment's due, and payback's rough.
What was it that you learned?

Your reflection in a cup.
Narcissism's not enough.
Be careful how you yearn.
Careful how you yearn.
Be careful...

The Sweet Hereafter

Written By: Tony Farinacci lyrics/Dave Jensen music

The Sweet Hereafter

By: Tony Farinacci & Dave Jensen c2005 baysiders@juno.com

Open up another can of laughter.
Keys on the bar foretell disaster.
End of the road comes upon you faster.
Say hello to the sweet hereafter.

Catch life in a bottle.
There’s no air in the jar.
Lean hard on the throttle.
Lean your head on the bar.
Hard on the throttle.
Getaway in the car.
Hard on the throttle.
Be aware who you are.

Your wallet’s empty, but the tank is full.
Temptation’s near, you can feel the pull.
There’s no time to stand on principle.
Restraint comes hard. You feel invincible.

Catch life in a bottle.
There’s no air in the jar.
Lean hard on the throttle.
Lean your head on the bar.
Hard on the throttle.
Be aware who you are.
.
---Seek fame and fortune.
---Not all that it seems.
---Deceit, distortion.
---Beware of your dreams.
---Find something substantial.
---Find something that’s real.
---Proof is circumstantial.
---Trust the way that you feel.

Catch life in a bottle.
There’s no air in the jar.
Lean hard on the throttle.
Lean your head on the bar.
Hard on the throttle.
Stay awake in the car.
Hard on the throttle.
Be aware who you are.

Open up another can of laughter.
All of the times you should have asked her.
End of the road comes upon you faster.
Say hello to the sweet hereafter.

Black Gold

Written By: Tony Farinacci

Black Gold
By: Tony Farinacci
c2007

Truth lies deep beneath the sand.
A closed fist hides the losing hand.
Don’t want to hear that it’s all going well.
Don’t want to see one more fallen angel.

Body art and body armor.
Bird’s-eye view of the bomber.
Down on the ground - feel the fear.
Things are different over here.

Silver tags and yellow ribbons.
Body bags - all is forgiven.
Black gold - Texas tea.
Nothing’s forgotten - nothing’s for free.

Mother of violence makes her bed.
Father silence breaks the bread.
We binge and raid. We pray and lay.
Pretending to be unafraid.

Body art and body armor.
Bird’s-eye view of the bomber.
Down on the ground - feel the fear.
Things are different over here.

Silver tags and yellow ribbons.
Body bags - all is forgiven.
Black gold - Texas tea.
Nothing’s forgotten - nothing’s for free.

Who pays the price?
Who stands to profit?
Who gets a slice?
What can we make off it?
Who will sacrifice their son?
Who will face what we have done?

Body art and body armor.
Bird’s-eye view of the bomber.
Down on the ground - feel the fear.
Things are different over here.

Silver tags and yellow ribbons.
Body bags - all is forgiven.
Black gold - Texas tea.
Nothing’s forgotten - nothing’s for free.
Nothing’s forgotten - nothing’s free.
Black gold…

Barcelona 10 a.m.

Written By: Tony Farinacci

BARCELONA 10 A.M.

It’s 10 a.m. in Barcelona.
4 in the morning back home.
Too early still for me to phone her.
Too late to tell her why I had to roam.

More coffee please senorita.
I’ll take it black por favor.
Up all night, in my mind I see her.
I tried to love her, but she wanted more.

Am I here for business or pleasure?
It’s hard to say exactly which one.
All I seem to do is measure,
all of these girls against one.

It’s 10 a.m. in Barcelona.
4 in the morning back home.
Too early still for me to phone her.
Too late to tell her why I had to roam.

I tried to talk of commitment.
It seems he was just wanting fun.
If you know men then you know the way it went.
When that time comes they typically run.

She haunts me more than all the others.
I can’t get her out of my mind.
In the past I’d be under the covers,
with the first dark-eyed beauty I’d find.

It’s 10 a.m. in Barcelona.
4 in the morning back home.
Too early still for me to phone her.
Too late to tell her why I had to roam.

Signorita I must confess,
it pains me to see you alone.
Spanish girls were always my weakness,
but the truth is my heart is back home.

OLD GHOSTS

Written By: Tony Farinacci

OLD GHOSTS

By: Tony Farinacci 2007

Silver mist quilts fields of green
Windmill awaits - the noreast blows.
No sign of land for seven days.
Fog’s thick gray, the tension grows.

The dunes recede.
The dune grass waves.
Seagulls cracking shells.
The rocks reach up to greet your hull.
No way to save yourselves.

Rock and roll on rocky shoals.
Lost souls crash and dive.
Rock and roll on rocky shoals.
Nobody left alive.

Old ghosts float around the cape.
300 boats on jagged shores.
1000 souls were lost at sea.
Old ghosts float for evermore.

For futures lost - treasure unfound.
The bulkhead creaks and moans.
They ride the waves into the ground,
But never make it home.

Rock and roll on rocky shoals.
Lost souls crash and dive.
Rock and roll on rocky shoals.
Nobody left alive.

B:
From a widow’s walk she calls my
name.
She can hear them talk down in the
town.
I can feel her pain.

Rock and roll on rocky shoals.
Lost souls crash and dive.
Rock and roll on rocky shoals.
Nobody left alive.

They say we all came from the sea
If you go back far enough
From water we’re born - to water returned.
More true than dust to dust.

J.T.'s Lament

Written By: Tony Farinacci

J.T.’S LAMENT
By: Tony Farinacci c2005

I was walking past the bar.
I was heading home.
When an old face in the crowd
said,, “I’m a face you used to know”.

Sit a minute. Have a beer.
Got some catching up to do.
What’s it been like 30 years?
Right away knew it was you.

You can’t retrieve the past.
You can’t reach through the phone.
It’s all over way too fast.
You can’t forget your home.

You guys tell him I was there.
Go on tell what it was like.
In the darkness on the stairs.
The day the morning turned to night.

Now they want me retire.
Say the dust messed up my lungs.
Deep inside I smell the fire.
In my mind the people run.

You can’t retrieve the past.
Can’t reach through the phone.
It’s all over way too fast.
You can’t forget your home.

Peggy left me, took the kids.
Damn - you know the way it goes.
Who knew I’d end up like this?
Had her reasons I suppose.

You can’t retrieve the past.
You can’t reach through the phone.
It’s all over way too fast.
Can’t forget your home.

I was walking past the bar.
I was heading home.
Sometimes we don’t know who we are,
Until we’re all alone.

The Knife and Pill Club

Written By: Tony Farinacci

The Knife and Pill Club
By:Tony Farinacci c2005

They met in the program.
Stepped outside for a smoke.
Said he liked her piercings.
She coughed on a toke.

She was a cutter.
He’s a jagged edge.
Nights in the gutter.
Life on the ledge.

Share their life story.
Bare their souls. Spill their blood.
Lost category,
The Knife and Pill Club.

A fenced in vacation,
Brief stay on the ward.
Desperate situation.
Feel betrayed and bored.

Called her on the cell phone.
Missed her touch and her scent.
Sensed she wasn’t alone.
Grabbed a knife as he went.

Share their life story.
Bare their souls. Spill their blood.
Lost category,
The Knife and Pill Club.

Won’t get back together.
We’ll see about that.
Red runs on black leather.
Better watch your back.

Share their life story.
Bare their souls. Spill their blood.
Lost category,
The Knife and Pill Club…

A member forever.
Therein lies the rub.
Never get out of
The Knife and Pill Club.

Steel Pillow

Written By: Tony Farinacci / Bobby Prisco

STEEL PILLOW

By: Tony Farinacci / Bobby Prisco
c2005

Chose a steel rail pillow.
Leather jacket for your sheet.
Stared up into a weeping willow.
Made a widow of the street.

Tell me why, why, why?
Why’d - you need a train
to say goodbye?
Why, why, why’d - you need a train
To say goodbye?

Left me your favorite denim shirt.
It all seems so bizarre.
Today we’ll lay your body in the dirt.
Dad’ll head down to the bar.

Why? Why? Why?
Why’d - you need a train
to say goodbye?
Why’d - you need a train
Why? Why? Why?

-Wrought iron confession.
-No word to the wise.
-Just a cold steel impression.
-Another gray day’s dark disguise.

Chose a steel rail pillow.
Leather jacket for your sheet.
Stared up into a weeping willow.
Made a widow of the street.

Why? Why? Why’d-
-you need a train
to say goodbye?
Why? Why? Why’d-
-you need a train?
Why, why, why’d-
-you need a train
to say goodbye?
Goodbye…