All the way ||Conversation pieces clutter up this space /Bits of parallel distraction from the /Day to day /Minutes melting between thoughts and what we say /But not a minute fades that I don’t want you /All the way /Where the daylight finds me /I won’t look behind me /I only find release beside you /All the way /Sure as I would find that darkness follows day /Not a shred of me regrets these stolen /States of grace /Lost in longing and unwilling to escape /Though another night with you might blind me /All the way /All the way /From Conroe waterfront to San Francisco Bay /Every shower I traverse contains your /Warm embrace /Piscean essence of the love your eyes convey /Like these memories where I'm drowning in you /All the way ||
Words and Music by Darren Furr, © 2000 Magic D Music

Sweetdreams
Long haul out on a winter's night
As the days began to wane
Long stare at the setting sun
Through the frosted window pane
Look back to the days behind
Were there things that you could have changed
Look back but don't look too hard
For the things that time's arranged and taken away

Sweet dreams the mistletoe seems
To hang from the trees in an endless breeze
Whenever I think of you it's always without these
Blind skies the look in your eyes
Tells me what I know you can't disguise
The hardest parts of me look backwards with surprise

Daybreak in the springtime sun
Amid the oaks that own this place
The ladder of sunlight falling gently on your face
You lose, you can only try
But you can't ever return
And so your shadow repeats you in this
Place where once we burned

Words and Music by Darren Furr, © 1992 Magic D Music

Precious Time || Screen door, slammed shut against the night /The two of us beneath the street lamp’s /Eerie ethereal light/Our voices intertwined /This silence makes me shake/I’m painfully awake and alive/And trying to get this right/Does it ever cross your mind/That we might just be losing/Precious time/That curve-that sweeping line of flesh/Serene and simple waist into back/Like the supple nape of her neck/This touch-a nebulous embrace/Her cloud flesh seeps evaporates/Evades the warmth of my face/Looking back one day we’ll find/That the touch of love takes such/Precious time/At night, I tread into your life/This sanctuary leads me away/From all of the things I fight/This hold, this intertwined goodnight/You bring me back to where I belong/Like morning clouds on the sky/And just then it crossed my mind/That simplicity is such/Precious time ||
Words and Music by Darren Furr, © 1998 Magic D Music


Alive and Awake
Light of the angels' cross-hair destruction
Salt of the earth and force of the sea
Hopeful talk and wild production
Synaptic flash of electricity
Right here between you and me

I was alive and awake
She was alive and awake
We were alive and awake
Every day, I'll find the way
Will you ever find the way
I'll find the way, I'll get you back one day

Wrap your lips around my fruit, she chimed
You can please me anytime that you please
Drunken and lurid, fumbling and restless
Blade-gentle voice and hungry release
A predator all in one piece

I would never tell anyone this, she sighed
Sweeter secrets than skin ever knows
Magnetic gaze and kinnetic kisses
One final line of prints through the snow
Well come on then baby let's go

Music by Jerry Farmer, Darren Furr, Adam Coffey; Words by Coffey and Furr, © 2004 Anden Music

There Soft, she doesn’t know that I am hereAnd I need no disguiseAs she starts back into consciousnessAnd she raises her eyesAnd she is powerAnd she is heavenAnd she is thereBut far away from me
And she saysHave you waited for long?Feels like forever
Drifting, yet flying all the sameUnaware of the changeAnother day, they twist together like a hurricane Unaware of the change
And I'm falling for you . . .
Late, she’s probably on the road How I wish I were there In a while she’ll phone home on the telephone How I wish I were there
I've been waiting so long . . .
Words and Music by David Hardin, © 2001 Wildtone Music

Trace
The old man smiles the dust that paints his face
The rising day above us sets the pace
For travel through this heartland of lost, degraded space
That no man's stripe of highway can erase

The fallen building stands in its disgrace
The shredded shadows hide what's been replaced
Depreciated property and here I am misplace
Cause neither one of us can find a trace

A trace of what's gone on between us
A trace of things I'll never know
A trace that won't last through this summer
If love is blind, you may soon find
That I have walked away without a trace

Beyond this retribution stands a place
Of bittersweet befallen love and grace
The dialtone the all alone
The ended steeple chase
That left you in the sun without a trace

Words and Music by Darren Furr, © 1989 Magic D Music