..... This one was written (as were many of these songs) mostly on a mountain bike, traversing trails in Colorado... ah, the joys of sucking in life at high altitude. When the crowd really needs to get its "soles" moving, this one always does the trick...

Back On Track - for music samples click here

Copyright 1998 Roger Falter/Freefallin' Sole Tracks

Maybe I will... but maybe, baby, maybe I won't.
Sometimes I do, sometimes I think I don't.
This kind of indecision spins my head around...
A carousel inside, feet in circles on the ground.

Grim times held my mind and my body followed like a soldier.
Like Y2K, but long before that day, my computer banks were down.
And every side I got up on was the wrong side of the bed...
Making me dizzy, spinning down to that cold and rock-hard floor.

Chorus:
But, now I'm back on track, and I'm feeling so much better.
Back on track, there ain't no nasty weather...
Back on track... Yeah... Oh, I'm comin' home now...
Back on track, and I'm comin' home to you...
Yeah, here I come.

Relief I feel for what is real, like a night shift waits for morning.
Out of the darkness, new eyes squint with tears.
Hang me on a breath of wind and set me out to sail
Southwest breezes to the moon...
I'm a kite without a tail.

(chorus)

Got a visit late last night, a little angel on my shoulder...
Said, "...Got a little help for you, a little heaven on your side.
Come on, grab on these wings... I'm gonna fly you to that cloud there.
You won't believe how good you look from up that high."

(chorus)

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..... A stream-of-consciousness tribute to the laws of nature that dictate that we're only limited by the fences that our minds erect... anything's possible and time is only a convenient "excuse"...

Memories Of A Fool - for music samples click here

copyright 1988 Roger Falter/Freefallin' Sole Tracks

Like a hole in my pocket, where the coins will fall through...
Ain't got no shoestring, I can't tie my shoe...
Who cares about money?... got enough to get by.
But, time is the outlaw when the memories die...
Sometimes, when you're down, you sit there and cry
About all those times you said, "...Ain't got no time for that..."

Your mind is your chef in the kitchen of your life,
And the images it bakes up there can carve you like a knife.
It cooks up memories, mixing senses with air,
And stores them all up somewhere under your hair.
So, lose yourself on purpose... big smiles await you where
Those memories will never die, 'cause time can't rust them there.
Precious hours that you spend give back change in memories...
And, the good ones are the food that makes a soul grow to be free.
Now, tears can't flow through eyelids
When cold hearts make them freeze...
Let's brew the grapes of senses into wine of memories.
Now, how can you say, "...Ain't got no time for that..."

Like a hole in my pocket, where the coins will fall through...
Right down through my pant leg and under my shoe...
Good times reap memories and memories slip away.
But, time is the outlaw when the memories die...
Sometimes, when you're down, you sit there and cry
About all those times you said, "...Ain't got no time for that..."

When I looked into your eyes, your heart wasn't at home...
A helpless child peeked out at me, where memories are sown.
Left our passion in the bedroom, and our souls not far behind...
| All the memories of what we had just died there on the vine.
But, there's nothing to be lost... pick yourself up off the mat...
You wear your blues, your blues will wear you down in nothin' flat.
'Cause the sun is gonna rise, no matter what you do...
Then, at night it's gonna set on you.
Well, it takes a veil of darkness for stars to spark the sky...
Fond memories await you in those wide hazel eyes...
Now, how can you say, "...Ain't got no time for that..."
How can you say, "...Ain't got no time for that..."
How can you say, "...Ain't got no time for that..."

..... This song is an old Doubleshift staple, and "funkified" as ever... We were desperate to find a drummer who could simply keep a beat, his head, and our schedule. After countless failed attempts , this tune surfaced to me one night as the full moon set and a drum machine flawlessly (... and soulessly) set the tempo...

Funk 107 - for music samples click here

copyright 1988 Roger Falter/Freefallin' Sole Tracks

We've been searching for the right one...
Come and join the chosen few.
Gonna carve a new direction,
And color air waves blue.
Got a great sense of rhythm...
Fine touch as soft as skin.
So, hang your hat where the music's at...
Dig out the groove we're in.

You ain't got the rhythm if you can't feel the beat...

Now it's all in the timing...
Got to shift into the groove.
And it's sure not what you look like, yeah...
Got to show me how you move.
So come on down to my house,
Sit down and take a bow.
Steep me in your rhythm tea...
Percussionize me now.

You ain't got the rhythm if you can't feel the beat...

..... These chords had been echoing inside my guitar for at least 17 years... then, one day the right inspiration finally spilled-out the words. It's the only real ballad on the CD and, like all things simple, has its own "special" contagious allure..... it seems to validate the old Pete Seegar principle: any fool can be complicated, but it takes a genius to achieve simplicity...

Tasteful Simplicity - for music samples click here

copyright 1999 Roger Falter/Freefallin' Sole Tracks

Another stage, another song,
Tonight I'm here, tomorrow gone...
And roads don't take you anywhere... no...
Back of nowhere yesterday,
Point of no return today,
Singing siren songs to pay my share.

But it's all right... magic moments always steal the show.
And, like blue moons and hells freezin' over,
They try to hide from me.
So ESP to me your song,
The music soothes and it lasts so long...
Honey, love ain't cheap... give me tasteful simplicity.

Now, fancy cars and clothes that match
Turn off all that magic, baby...
The simple things mean all the world to me.
So, how did you unlock this song,
Hidden in my heart so long?...
I had lost the key.

Class over cash... I'm going for the heart tonight.
Full moon... bringing home the light.
Your money's worthless at my store,
Speak to me with so much more...
Honey, love ain't cheap... give me tasteful simplicity...
No, baby, love ain't cheap... give me tasteful simplicity...
Tatoo me with your tasteful simplicity.