Brother Scott Day Sailer album from Organic Sound Records Wimberley, TX

Brother Scott "Day Sailer"

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OS-102
Release date: February 24, 2010
Available as: mp3 download

Sailer with an "e", not "Sailor"; not a title but a description, as in "one who sails the day"... so many deep meanings can be applied to that. Really it's named after my stepfather's sailboat, an old O'Day Day Sailer he named "Pertinacity"...

...now Jay had a kind of a Charlie Brown / Lucy-with-the-football-esque relationship with this little boat; it was always coming unmoored, or half sinking, or the mast would come down, or the trailer would finally have had enough. Wood was more durable in the salty Cape Cod air and water, but if you replace too much of your trailer, you back it into the water one day and it floats. Regardless of the dance they did, that old boat needed Jay as much as he needed it and they found their peace in the hours they spent on the water. Looking back, I now see his dharma was fixing things... and his meditation, his sadhana, was rebuilding and repairing this old Day Sailer. Jay also always had an old motorhome of some kind around so I can credit him with my first taste of that kind of travel.

In 2009 when I bought an '82 Chevy StepVan to convert into my latest self-contained road trip cabin-on-wheels, I named it Day Sailer in Jay's honor just before setting out on a 4300 mile maiden voyage. Along that trip a whole bunch of songs and ideas came to me as I watched the miles roll by, sailing away my days in my ship of steel. That is where I find my peace. When parked in truck stops, rest areas, parking lots and camping spots I'd refine & record the new songs on an old cassette 4-track. And here they are.

They were born on the road and reflect my experiences and impressions from there, and speak of the things inside that inevitably come bubbling up in the quiet moments between what was and what will be. Road trips always turn into spiritual quests for me, a searching for where spirit matters and it's gritty and real and you can get some on you and maybe leave some of you there. So there you have it ~ no pretend, nothing artificial, not pasteurized for your protection. Real words & music from the road. Hope it helps & feeds you in some way along yours. ~Scott

Selected Lyrics
Copyright 2010 Scott Beckwith / Parking Lot Music BMI (Please make sure that credit stays with any lyrics that leave here, ok?)

A SONG FOR PILGRIMS ©2010 Scott Beckwith / Parking Lot Music BMI All times are trying in this day Seek and you will find your way Don't listen to the calls to veer Don't live inside the walls of fear Proceed little pilgrim in your seed of steel Steer right to the way that you know is real Take shelter in a place of peace Let go of what should be released Those jungles are behind you now You're the only one can find you now Proceed little pilgrim on your steed of wheels Ride right to the way that you know is real Don't try to make sense of how it all came down Tune new ears into a peaceful sound Little steps make the path we follow Step towards you a new tomorrow Proceed little pilgrim on your feet and feel Walk right to the way that you know is real Don't wait for the signs when they're all around you What you plant in the garden and grow surrounds you	ROLLING WHEEL ©2010 Scott Beckwith / Parking Lot Music BMI Up to the rims and settling in Never to see the highway again Wise old soldier of chrome and steel You had your day of the rolling wheel CH Rolling wheel roll your fill If the miles don't get you the minutes will Crashed on all sides left here to rust The final indignity of dust to dust That final ride part of the deal When your way is rolled by the rolling wheel I don't care honey I don't care How you build your walls or what inside you share I have been like you ~ you will be like me Just a matter of turns of the rolling wheel
HIGHWAY HOME ©2010 Scott Beckwith / Parking Lot Music BMI Some receive in vision keys to empires Some are given secrets to the gold Mine is a salvation born of freedom Reborn to ride the wheels as they rolled CH May you find as you stumble A road you're called to roam May a dashboard be your altar On your soul's highway home Some are brought to crossroads of decision Some blessed with lessons yet to learn I don't know what waits up yonder for me Just the spinning of the tires as they turn	NAMA ©2010 Scott Beckwith / Parking Lot Music BMI Who am I to try to fit The infinite between the cracks In logic of the few who cannot see Throwing stones against the walls They say imprison us within When all the while it's us outside and free CH I turn I turn I see... nama I can't pretend to see The fabric of the tapestry As thread that would itself so neatly sewed What's there to say Your playground's not a place of passing through When I am one more pilgrim on the road (Nama is a Sanskrit word meaning "I offer my highest respects"; it's the root word of namaste. The song is basically saying everywhere I look I see That Greater.)
A WORLD FOR TWO ©2010 Scott Beckwith / Parking Lot Music BMI If I could build a world for two A world for me a world for you We'd fly so far from where we're from To where the cold winds never come But mine, mine is a world for one Not so quick to come undone No matter who you are or how the water rages What lives in freedom dies in cages And if I could make a space in time For hands that fit like perfect rhyme You'd be with me and I'd be with you If I could build a world for two	Misc. tidbits... *Gear:* Tascam Porta-one, A&L "Ami" acoustic guitar, Shure SM58. Scotty's Bus is about Scotty Brown in New Mexico; He Was Good With a Wrench for my mechanic friend Steve. Sort of a tribute, like a memorial I figured I'd write while he was still kickin'. It's also for my friend Bentley, who is not. The hidden track on the CD (guess like everything else, here in the mp3 technology age the "hidden track" is a thing of the past) is a tune called *Drifter's Theme* that's been thousands of miles with me in the 15 years since it happened. It's the only piece on here that was complete going in; *A World For Two* was a couple of old verses and everything else came up & went down during the drive. I started writing A World For Two in 1998. It came back to me on this trip with new music and I was able to finish it up. I did however take the line "What lives in freedom dies in cages" from one of my favorite songwriters, Eliza Gilkyson. I almost had that tattooed on my arm around my feather in 2000... A lot of the music on this album was composed during a night with a fever when I couldn't sleep. Sometimes the greatest stuff comes through a head in ragged condition. I was out of it but I was out of the way. Road Scenes has a prayer in it I said a lot on the road. The song needed something right there and... there it was. It's a pretty heavy song, lyric-wise. It's a sacred thing, a spiritual thing the way I travel and the headspace it puts me in. But it's heavy; the road is a heavy place. People live out there, die out there, and a lot of 'em end up somewhere in-between.