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12 New Recordings

by Tom Dyer and The True Olympians

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1.
Hegemony 02:44
H-E-G-E-M-O-N-Y, H-E-G-E-M-O-N-Y, Gramsci had a theory, Gramsci liked to think a lot Everybody knows thinkin is good. Gramsci thought the masses Somehow, gave up their consent Everybody knows consent is good H-E-G-E-M-O-N-Y Facebook H-E-G-E-M-O-N-Y Fox News Rich folks getting richer More money for the 1 percent Everybody knows money is good Power, it’s just for the elites More people in the homeless camps Everybody knows power is good H-E-G-E-M-O-N-Y Walmart H-E-G-E-M-O-N-Y Amazon Everybody say pledge of allegiance Everybody get more credit cards Everybody get a free new iPhone A little anti-virus goes a long long way When you’re hackin’ for the oligarchs Hegemony Gramski Rocks By Tom Dyer © Half The World Publishing
2.
The Grey 03:15
Catch a silver dollar from a rich man Watch it spin and quickly fly away Take another minute for your sun tan Everybody’s off into the grey Everyday the weather is inviting Something every mother has to say. But baby don’t let anybody fool you Everybody’s off into the grey The Grey, the grey everybody’s off into the grey Oh yes they are Take your hat and give it to another Check your watch and note the time of day Many things are going on around you Everybody’s off into the grey The Grey, the grey everybody’s off into the grey Take a step with your left foot then take a step with your right One more step with your left foot then help is on the way By Tom Dyer © Half The World Publishing
3.
Hang Up 02:59
Once I was a young man living on the edge I mighta had a dream or two I took those dreams and I flushed them down the drain All because of you I call 943-2657 – Hang up I wish I had some payments to make upon a car American and midnight blue My buckets rusty, my bolts are on the ground All because of you I call 943-2657 – Hang up I ain’t in love with lawyers - No He ain’t Ain’t lovin’ any judge - No He ain’t Ain’t lovin no police man - No he don’t Don’t love the social worker - No he don’t Maybe I’m just lonely – that’s sad A little bit lonely – so sad Baby you could warn me – too bad Baby you could pick up the phone! Now I’d like to think I know a little more But that is anything but true One in the chamber and it gets a little spin All because of you Baby Hang up Hang up By Tom Dyer © Half The World Publishing
4.
I wrote this song about Donald John Trump I wrote this song about Donald John Trump American president God damn he ain’t what I want. Donnie got elected with Russians on his side He got elected with Russians on his side Calling for the Kremlin His lover boy Putin by his side Donny tried to take the healthcare away from me and you Donny wanted to take the healthcare away from me and you The people said no That is one thing you will not do Donald love the Nazi’s he love KKK Donald love the Nazi’s he love KKK Donnie loves those white boys Keep those Muslims all away. And he lies. Every day. Yes he lies he knows no other way Yes he lies Every day But one day he’s gonna meet the truth. Yes he is. Donnie got his tax bill Mitch McConnell served him well Donnie got his tax bill yes Paul Ryan served him well The rich get richer The poor folks going straight to hell Donnie told the people I will build a mighty wall Donnie told the people I will build a mighty wall That’s your price for DACA kids That price ain’t never gonna fall I wrote this song about Donald John Trump I wrote this song about Donald John Trump American tragedy God damn he ain’t what I want. By Tom Dyer © Half The World Publishing
5.
Save Me 03:11
I still remember the day when you touched my face Though long ago it still seems like just yesterday Was it really so wrong A moment lasting so long But then we both looked away To a sunnier day Save me Hold my head above the water She said Save me I am counting on you Opportunity races inside your mind But all she says is just starting to bring you down Nothing’s given for free Only trouble you see You tell her that you need space There’s no end to this race Walk so close to the light (touching the holy) Stand so close Reach inside her mind Save me Hold my head above the water She said Save me It is something you must do By Tom Dyer © Half The World Publishing
6.
Now it’s time for Random acts of kindness A recognition true Of one of your colleagues for doing extra stuff Or going a little further when the going gets a little rough. Today we salute her or him as the case may be I wonder who it is? The suspense is killing me Well it’s Carrie – Carrie Potter This month it’s Carrie And we’re gonna sing a song about her Carrie helped out for Kyle Who works for Sara But used to be admissions And admissions wants to help students And needed Carrie to do the job so they could help our students And Carrie did it And didn’t really complain too much. And we say thank you a job well done We say thank you Carrie Potter Random acts of kindness A recognition true Of one of your colleagues for doing extra stuff Or going a little further when the going gets a little rough. Today it’s Carrie Potter – and Carrie – thank you. By Tom Dyer © Half The World Publishing
7.
In The Light 03:45
In the Light I see you in the light And I want you in the light And I see you, and I want you, and I see you In the morning, in the evening In the day where the colors are blue If you listen, hear me call for you, for you Smooth as marble, alabaster Henna red is tumbling down Hear me calling, hear me call for you. Carry me deep, carry me low, carry me high Fly in the wind over the land touching the sky Carry me through the trouble and then over the sea Until I touch you By Tom Dyer © Half The World Publishing
8.
In Galapagos where the air runs free I never think of you at any time For one thousand years I have watched the sea Ruminating on forgotten lives And the birds they call, they call to me a daemon lover living past my prime I, I am your mother And I touch the earth with my tongue And the Magma calls from deep beneath Reaching down into the very core It's Magnetic flux that is running wild behind my eyes there isn't any more I am your mother and you are the only one, the only one, the only one in the world And one word has fallen from my heart Deeply touching me in its design I pick it up and I hold it near Its breath is faint but I know it is mine And the colors run and the colors flow Now I can see them in the sky I am your mother and you are the only one By Tom Dyer © Half The World Publishing
9.
I be a wibblin – I be a wobblin For Jesus every day I be a wibblin – I be a wobblin Lordy may I think it’s time to pray My mama brought me up going to the Christian church American and sweet as apple pie Jesus was a white man with pretty blue eyes A magic fairy living in the sky I went to the revival back when I was ten The preacher said a changed man you will be I woke up the next morning Nothing different - I did not know the man of Galilee I be a wibblin – I be a wobblin I met a girl at church camp back when I was 12 She was pretty – I was pretty awed She told me there would no more walks into the woods Until I got right with the lamb of god – I believed! I be a wibblin – I be a wobblin I helped this teacher at bible camp He wrote some jesus songs A righteous brother everyone could see I found out later on that he liked the little girls A pedophile, a jesus lovin’ creep I’d like to go heaven But I don’t think I can Because it ain’t really there There ain’t no pearly gates ain’t no devil down below No angels floatin’ in the air I be a wibblin – I be a wobblin By Tom Dyer © Half The World Publishing
10.
Walking on the water, up into the sky Ridin’ on a moonbeam, saving all the colors til the 4th of July I can eat an apple, I can eat ice cream Look me over baby, I can eat more chicken than a man ever seen And it’s 1,2 don’t you know I’m right at least 51 percent of the total time And it’s 1,2,3 you see the resulting mess of the other 49 And it‘s 1,2,3,4 no more will I be asking for anything too sweet and fine And it’s 1,2,3,4,5 uncertain am I that I’m even alive Living for adventure - everything is cool Head out on that highway - searching and a running - nuthing to do And it’s 1,2,3,4,5,6, everyone loves you And it’s 1,2,3,4,5,6,7, you know everybody wants to sing your song. And it’s 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 - wait what’s your hurry where ya gotta go And it’s 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, you got it all on the line. Even the greatest Stars despise themselves in the looking glass Be it in France or elsewhere on the Continent. And it’s 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,10 looking at the finish line And it’s 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11 sing another song And it’s 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12 this never has to rhyme And it’s 1,2.3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13 By Tom Dyer © Half The World Publishing
11.
Walkin ‘ through the valley of the shadow of death - I will fear no evil Walking thru the city on the blackest of nights - I will fear no evil Walking all alone like a man on the run - I will fear no evil Baby doncha know me, doncha know I’m the one Stop! There’s a battle brewin baby deep inside my mind Stop! I don’t know who’s gonna win the weather seems just fine Little angel on my left - little devil on my right The barking dog she comfort me - I will fear no evil My television it comfort me - I will fear no evil Stop! There’s a battle brewin baby deep inside my mind Stop! I don’t know who’s gonna win the water seems divine Little angel on my left - little devil on my right Every day the world gets clearer Every day the world gets nearer Every day the world gets queerer Every day! I sing a song of blood still flowing on the alter - I will fear no evil I swing a perfect arc and dance upon the water - I will fear no evil I reach up with my hands and I fly into the sun - I will fear no evil Baby doncha know me, doncha know I’m the one Stop! There’s a movie playin baby deep inside my mind Stop! I can see it all again the water seems divine Stop! I don’t know who’s gonna win the ending will be fine Little angel on my left - little devil on my right By Tom Dyer © Half The World Publishing
12.
Over 05:16
And sometimes I don’t know how I got onto this land And sometimes when I’m beat down there are things I just don’t understand And sometimes I hear rumors the words are getting near The world seems apocalyptic but what is there to fear Walk another mile walk another mile Let the rain fall down on me Walk another mile walk another mile Let that rain fall down on me And the words they come at once They rush into a stream of conscious disbelief They bring focus and clarity but then return to pure abstraction Some are white and some are black And sometimes they’re just something in between Reality is sometimes nothing Sometimes things are not just what they seem When it’s all over then it’s all over No coming back for me When it’s all over then it’s all over And done And once upon a time I held a story close to you But now that day is run Loud and clear a message is coming through Walk another mile walk another mile Let the rain fall down on me Walk another mile walk another mile Let this passage cover me Walk another mile walk another mile Let your freedom cover me Walk another mile walk another mile Let that rain fall down on me When It’s all over then it’s all over No coming back for me When you takeover It will be over That is a scene I see What is left over what is spillover Between you and me When it’s all over then it’s all over And done By Tom Dyer © Half The World Publishing

about

TD: Here we have the first ever album by Tom Dyer and The True Olympians - "12 New Recordings". I picked the album name because I thought it sounded slightly pretentious like it was a Steve Reich album on ECM or something like that. In real life it could have been called the far more descriptive "12 Chunks of Cruddy Rock Delivered Pedal Down", but who would want that, huh? The album features all-new material written by yer's truly and recorded by the band in the spring of 2018, ranging from the super-pop of “The Grey” to the brilliantly obtuse sludge of “In The Light.” Some of the songs are pointed like “Hegemony,” “The Ballad of Donald John Trump” and the not-quite sacrilegious “Wibblin’ For Jesus.” (Hey – it’s just the true facts, ma’am.) Some are vague and some are wistful. Probably none of them fall in the “pretty” category. Most of them just go 1-2-3-4 and rock out, as they should. The True Olympians are too old to care what anyone thinks about their music. We just do what we gonna do.

The True Olympians are Tom Dyer (that's me), vocals and guitar, Joe Cason, keyboards and vocals, Gene Tveden, bass and vocals, and Tom Shoblom, drums and percussion with no vocals at all. As a band, our beginnings go back to high school in Olympia, Washington, where Gene and I played in teen bands together. After high school, I got the hell out of town while Gene stayed in Olympia and played with a number of bands. He was a union man. Joe and Tom S are also natives who have played in pile of Oly bands and who currently play around town when it suites them in The Crescents. This band got its start when I moved back to Olympia a couple years ago and reconnected with Gene. Scott Vanderpool of the Green Pajamas ( and a darn Greener) introduced me to Tom and away we went. At the practice pad, there was a pile of keyboard stuff in the corner – I asked Tom “who?” and Joe was in.

The True Olympians are not a particularly ambitious bunch. Our first masterpiece is done and we plan to play at least one show this year. Perhaps more, but we ain’t no spring chickens and don’t like to haul gear that much, so we shall see. Regarding the “True Olympian” business, while it is true we all are from Olympia, we are neither nativists nor exclusionary. We understand rather that True Olympianism is a state of pure existence available to any being on this round planet, with enough focus, work and clarity. So you too can be a True Olympian, too. Honest.

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released August 17, 2018

Tom Dyer - Vocals & Guitar
Joe Cason - Organ, Piano & Vocals
Gene Tveden - Bass & Vocals
Tom Shoblom - Drums & Percussion

Linda Farr - Vocals on "Wibblin' For Jesus"

Produced by Tom Dyer
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by TD
at Tom Dyer Sound Spring/Summer 2018

All songs by Tom Dyer
Cover Photos by Howie Wahlen Sr.

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Tom Dyer and The True Olympians Olympia, Washington

The True Olympians were formed shortly after Tom Dyer moved back to his hometown Olympia in 2006. Their focus is primarily recording, though they do play yer occasional live show. Current members: Tom - vox, guitar etc,, Gene Tveden- bass, b-vox, Joe Cason - keys, b-vox, Lisa Ceazan- vocals, and Jeff Parkhurst - drums, b-vox. Jeff is the band's 4th drummer. ... more

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