Lucid Dreamer

by Michael Krauss

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BIO – Michael Krauss – “Lucid Dreamer”

Having been at an early age equally exposed to classical, jazz, folk, pop and world music, Michael Krauss grew up slightly confused. He can’t seem to choose one musical genre to follow, so he ignores any boundaries and blends many styles. A lifelong “record junkie”, Michael did a stint in radio (KWN, KAFE) as a disc jockey, sharing the listening adventures which inspired him to create music of his own. For the past decade, he has played throughout San Francisco’s North Bay, first as a founding member of alt-Americana groups the Chakranauts and the Ameros, and then with his own bands Satori Express and Lucid Dreamer, performing all original material, sometimes intentionally! “Lucid Dreamer” is Michael’s first record.

The album features an array of outstanding musical talent from the region. Sean Allen (Carlene Carter, Michael Thomason Band) provides superb guitar work. Check out his blistering solo on “Act Your Age”, his pyrotechnics on “Satori Express”, and his sweet touch with lap steel on “Crossing Over”. Steve Froberg (Frobeck, Volker Strifler) handles the bass duties with fluid ease. Ride his feel-good groove on “Do You Wanna Go?”, and listen for his melodic, McCartney-esque runs throughout. Gary Benson (Soulshine Blues Band, Earstu) anchors the drums. Catch his clever latin accents on “City That Never Sleeps”, while his rocking “Iko Iko” rhythm provides the heartbeat for “Satori Express”. Michael Bello (Albino!, FogDub) adds technicolor with his wistful and witty flute work on “Do You Wanna Go?”, and a Mardi-Gras flavored saxophone on “Lucid Dreamer”. Paul Best (Satori Express, Chris Bramble Band) adds handfuls of percussion, morphing himself into a tribal drum circle during “Satori Express”. The album was engineered by Matt Wright of Matt Wright Sound. Basic tracks were recorded at Prairie Sun Studios in Cotati, CA. Additional tracks were recorded at New Vintage Artists Studios in Sebastopol, CA.

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released February 18, 2013

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Track Name: Act Your Age
ACT YOUR AGE (m.krauss)

When I was a little boy, playing in the dirt,
didn’t care if I got dirty didn’t care if I got hurt.
Looking for adventure, ready for a fight,
and I had no trouble telling wrong what’s right.
Til I heard a voice from the side of the stage,
and my mama shushed me: “Act your age”.

Now I’m an adult, and I can’t believe
all the double standards, I’ve been so naïve.
And we don’t tell the truth (we shift our eyes and look away),
we won’t help each other (we always leave when we should stay). They tear some beauty down, we don’t lift a finger.
But we’re born to break right out of our cage
if the warden tells us: “Act your age”.

If you leave your mark, be discreet.
There’s enough graffiti on the street.
And the billboard signs block out the sky,
and the drone of the autos drowns the bird’s cry.
Oh, I’m gonna let fly with my fists of rage
if anybody tells me: “Act your age”.
We were born to break right out of our cage,
don’t listen when they tell you: “Act your age”
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And what you’re feeling you need to tell them.
And when you feel it begin to swell, and
Nobody hears you if you don’t yell, then….
Don’t live cut off from how you feel.
Track Name: Do You Wanna Go?
DO YOU WANNA GO? (m.krauss)

A sky filled with sweat but the target’s unmet,
and happiness we may never know.
There’s a field choked with weeds from our unfinished deeds,
I’m content to sit and watch them grow.
We live in a time when the job is the crime,
giving up feels like freedom for the soul.
But do you wanna go?

The stars are out of place ‘cause we’re spinning thru space,
and we haven’t got time to let it go.
You run thru the door, you put your boots to the floor
and you run until the sun has lost its glow.
Well it feels like a curse and its just getting worse,
and I wonder what can make people so?
And do you wanna go?

I can’t give you much. I know it’s a crutch,
this need to possess and to owe.
There’s a place
where its clean, where the bank has never been,
but to get there you have to move slow.
I haven’t a clue – does it matter to you
if we live off the grid and lie low?
And do you wanna go?
Track Name: Lucid Dreamer
LUCID DREAMER (m.krauss)

I’ve always been a Lucid Dreamer,
elsewhere on the curve of being….
And who knows what it means?
I’ve always been a Lucid Dreamer,
a tightrope on Niagara Falls….
Shed your skin, walk through the walls.

Everybody’s buying into impossibility.
All the noise they make’s just words to me, words to me.

I’ve always been a Lucid Dreamer,
you can slap that label on my head….
And leave behind the walking dead.

Keep your limitations to yourself.
Don’t leave your ambulations for no one else.

Anyone can crash parades, its easy to do.
Or close their eyes and look away.
Now tell me who’s the fool? Yeah- yeah –yeah.

I’ve always been a Lucid Dreamer –
I touch it and I make it real….
Do you know how good it feels?
Do you know how good it feels?
Yeah, now you know how good it feels!

I’ve always been a Lucid Dreamer.
Track Name: City That Never Sleeps
CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS (m.krauss)

Can’t believe its thirty years.
Scoop the dice & cast your fears.
I read the news, oh boy, and I weep, I weep.
I was sixteen when they said: “A gunman shoots John Lennon dead”
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Being me, I can’t be you.
What’s a sycophant to do?
Bake some bread & kiss the kid.
I sent my daughter on a trip… by the Apple she was bit.

I wonder what you’d make of now?
Watch the world and have a cow!
You’d say:
“I’ve been where you’re walking, son”. Oh-oh.

Lights go down and darkness creeps
through the City That Never Sleeps.

Can’t “imagine” anymore! Can’t “imagine” anymore.

Squeeze my soul out of my mind.
Add a syncopated.......... rhyme.
Is that how you won the war?

It was thirty years today that my Johnny got took away.
Music spills out in the streets, in the City That Never Sleeps.
Track Name: Satori Express
SATORI EXPRESS (m.krauss)

The medicine man showed me his scar,
said “try not to take an act of knowing too far”.
I went to the mountain to hear the stars hum,
but the nearer to heaven the louder my drum.

Where is the station? Nowhere.
Where is the train? Everywhere.

I went to the mountain, I suffered the cold.
I arrived a young stallion, came home broken & old.
See how a man gets when he’s set on fire?
Though the mountain is tall his ambition is higher!

Where is the station? Nowhere.
Where is the train? Everywhere.

(the sun is an egg, it hatches great birds…
but how it was laid is not told in words)

The medicine man, yeah, he showed me his scar,
he said “try not to take an act of knowing too far”.
Still I stood on the mountain, and I peered at the void.
As I pondered creation I was nearly destroyed.
Nearly destroyed!

Where is the station? Nowhere.
Where is the train? Everywhere.
Where is the station? Nowhere.
Where is the train? Everywhere.

WHERE IS THE TRAIN? NOWHERE!.
WHERE IS THE STATION? EVERYWHERE!
Track Name: Crossing Over
CROSSING OVER (m.krauss)

Early each morning, shrug off the cold,
the engine turns over, pull out on the road.
More out of habit, I drive the back way –
crossing the bridge o’er the freeway.

The road ripples off from this nickel and dime town
where I feel so alone.
How many times will I be Crossing Over and
never lay tread on that road?

I could leave it behind, but I can’t turn the wheel
and these stones in my pocket drag me down.
(Man they drag me down.)

Early each morning, shrug off the cold.
the engine turns over, pull out on the road.
Is it just habit to go the back way?
crossing the bridge o’er the freeway.

I glance to the north, purple mountains I see
from the low angled sun catching glow.

I wish I could see the mountains in the springtime!
I wish I could see the mountains in the springtime!

But in the meantime……