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Hearthearthearth

by Brian Cutean QTN

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Goomba 03:15
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Heron Moon 03:29
HERON MOON Stars are too many to count or to name Trees sing a pining tune Feel the blade as night comes in I see a heron in front of the moon Fields are wet, breathingreen The rains'll be coming on soon This road is a puzzle, a compulsive pulsing a heron in front of the moon a heron in front of the moon There's nothing to return to only to proceed The world's an incredible view... Do we choose what to create or open the gate for the world and its chaos to come through? Trees sigh with the weight of the wind Coyotes squeal like loons Each moment is a gift to one who sees: a heron in front of the moon Somewhere the puzzle becomes a surprise then the world is its own typhoon but nothing's so fragile, so sacred and wise as a heron in front of the moon The sunlight bees finish the late summer work where the chickens they dance like cartoons while here in the silence of shadow and light, I see a heron in front of the moon There's a heron in front of the moon...
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EVERYWHERE I NEED TO BE I slept next to the highway with diesels in my dreams, taking it out of Texas again and I woke up to the dawn light with mountains in my blood – finally getting back where I belong again Then I crossed over Raton while the morning was still young, I was thinking about the cities and ol' Townes and the green of Colorado took the breath from my lungs while the wheels turned round and round and sang this song: CHORUS: O, I don't live in a house but I always am at home You can't find me where you think I'm s'posed to be and I don't answer my phone but you could leave a word at the beep Don't you lose no sleep worrying about me: Where I am is everywhere I need to be You know the desert is an open place with a high lonesome sound It's where people go when they don't want to be found and the mountains keep deep secrets shared only with the sky, way out beyond the wandering why I saw an owl in the desert and she had a lizard in her beak standing by the highway not needing to speak while the cactuses were blooming and sunset painted the land – these are things we all can understand CHORUS: I might be in your town tomorrow, it might be a couple of years You know the road winds on forever far and near Still I see you in the land and sky, you're in everything I do and I couldn't go the distance without you Sure is good to tell a story and to hear one in return You know that's always been my favourite way to learn So to all you rambling gypsies with your stories up your sleeve: I give thanks for your encouragement to leave CHORUS:
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STANDING PEOPLE TREES Living all my life in america riding down a road that is my home I'm listening to a crystalline music and breathing like a heartbeat metronome There's mountains and rivers in america where I go for the quiet i need I listen to the sound of the seasons guided by standing people trees These trees were growing way before there was america breathing as the lungs of the land holding hillsides together and watching as it crumbles into sand We met in the land america of designer whites and reds consumed for blues underneath the sky in bodies revealing me and me revealing you If memory is the tool we forget with and never will it be what it is not still a memory of the future's been broken and, even still, it puts me on the spot Now I'm sitting by a lake in america accompanied by jetplanes overhead Waving sad goodbyes to america the last day of this life I'll know I'm dead
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DARKNESS COMES Give me just a moment to collect my blues I'll unpack my thoughts and I'll take off these shoes Show me the secret your patience exposes 'til everything is coming up roses Dangle me a thought like a carrot I can chase 'til I'm dancing and laughing a complete change of face Shudder the trees while the lone highway wails you're tossing my heart like a ship without sails Cool me your essence like a breeze from the trees while the howling north wind makes my blood freeze You could wake me in the morning when the moon's going down we'll see the light on the buildings breaking all over town Pardon my language, but my heart's on the line it's sweet and sublime most of the time Now you open me tender and fill me with a song I feel like I've known all along but ohh----sometimes darkness comes ohh----sometimes a darkness comes Now I'm playing this music without the notes on the page it's a clever arrangement, but it's showing its age Still it keeps me in the present and it helps me feel strong like some kind of celestial song Now you might wonder why the contingency's showing but the fragrance of vagrance sees everything growing I've been finding the roots to anchor my wings in the song a roadrunner sings you could hear him singing ohh----sometimes darkness comes I once knew a man who thought he could fly he never thought it was strange and I never once asked him why but one day he left with a pack of wild geese and now there's nobody to answer his phone So the mail piled up while the moon rose and fell whatever became of him, nobody could tell but somewhere there's a guy and he's laughing like a bird while he's flying around self-assured he's singing ohh----sometimes darkness comes Sometimes the wind is so strong it makes my hair feel like wings It sounds like the ocean and it's making my heart sing But I don't need a teevee or a movie distraction 'cause life is the main attraction But still, every night I could sing different words about all I seen and all I still ain't heard So don't get me wrong or forget how to write but remember to blow out the light because ohh----sometimes darkness comes
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MAD IN THE HEAVENS CHORUS Is it a dream or is it a nightmare? Is it a breathing when you're all alone? Is it the world spinning mad in the heavens making pretty pictures, breathing steady tones? Flowers in the garden arc their faces toward sunlight Even when it's raining, flowers laugh into the night Tuned into a whispering circadian rhythm Silent in the darkness, silent in the light CHORUS Carried on a soundwave in its own peculiar music, Each life is but a dreamtime in the shadow of the grave You can twirl the fire 'til it melts the glass and shape it, Opening ever wider to the wisdom of the wave CHORUS Now all I can remember is a feeling like a gnawing in briefly melting pictures of a language gone astray You seem like a wizard with a heart of incantation I feel like the coastline, water echoes in my caves Just listen to the spirit of the human affirmation It's louder than the battlecries and mass misinformation Singing out the lost chord 'til everyone can hear it We're seeing through the fearmind to what's behind it all Tell me, CHORUS
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MOON IN YOUR GUITAR Moon in your guitar balanced careless, swinging on a star shining out to galaxies so far reflecting sunlight from out of sight on the moon in your guitar Purple moon in your guitar at the apogee in saxophone you are moving in ways you may have never known so far you orbit in passing like venus rising in a screech owl repertoire calling the moon in your guitar The moon is full in your guitar nobody knows how many pieces you are tangled in the finest silken weave more than any being would believe you're opening wide you're swift in rushing in the language of a star tuning the moon in your guitar You could say you don't remember who you are like frozen colour of old paint inside a jar a broken compass and a cup that steams and stands in silence like the passing of the sands a world that spins and sighs is right before your eyes larger than its size swimming in the fluid of your eye... Gypsy moon in your guitar broken laughter you can never hope to mend you've got the soul of the stars wandering forever without end echoing loud pouring round it‘s carried you this far the restless wind in your guitar...
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Outside Edge 04:26
OUTSIDE EDGE Beside a real woodfire playing on a crumpled horn the night went on forever and oh, the music born underneath the autumn sky chill of Hawk swoops down beside a real woodfire on the outside edge of town The firelight on faces warm echoed the hootowl moon We sat and spoke of silences singing sly invisible tunes and oh, the laughter of those hearts and how they howl and ache No time to sleep to live the dream now time to stay awake Even frog's bebop sounds were stilled by a chill in the air and there was a real woodfire and the ground was the perfect chair Even worlds in orbit twirl and in spinning, create harmonics Even silence in deepest night essentially is symphonic From a box as big as heaven lying open on its side galloping horse hooves pound a tale a million miles wide Suddenly the trees turn every colour and oh, how melody explains that box as big as heaven in the rhythm of the rain Beside a real woodfire playing a crumpled horn the night went on forever and oh, the music born underneath an autumn sky as chill of the Hawk swoops down beside a real woodfire on the outside edge of town on the outside edge...
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Fixture Picture Departure Overture Doesn't really matter you're so far away I've got nothing to say I've never really known you in so many ways now we've nothing to say Still we live and we grow and we learn what we need to know and the song never ends... In another lifetime half a world afar somewhere on another star, I could see your halo and hear your voice so clear, now you're nowhere near So we build and we choose and we take what we need to use and the song never ends... For as far as we travel, there's no place to stay, just another leaving day with nothing to say At the break of the morning headed for a different shore, I won't see you anymore Ain't it hard to believe how time slips away like water whirling down the drain somewhere in the back of my brain It's just another empty feeling that may never fit you know it's hard to admit, it's hard to admit So we learn how to crawl and we learn on whom to call and the song never ends...
11.
Strong Wind 04:31
STRONG WIND Come and take a deep breath of the night while the world is just right See behind the colour and the light without using sight You've been spinning like a dancer in the sand never taking a stand That's like listening to the creaking of the floors and the ticking of the hands There's a strong wind and a hundred appetites if you listen, you can hear it in the night if you listen... Seems like everybody's waiting for the Word while their own thoughts go unheard and along with all the anger and the fear, tears disappear All we know is who we've ever been time and again I'm telling you time don't matter, my friend, when your heart's in the wind and it's a strong wind with a hundred appetites... So sing out another song of what you see and be what you will be Give a listen to the water, wind and wood and do your neighbour some good I know there's nothing like standing all alone asking to be shown the unknown but if you're thinking your life has been paralyzed I can see dancing in your eyes Dancing to a strong wind... If you listen, you'll hear it in the night there's a strong wind with a hundred appetites if you listen, if you listen...
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Bonus Track 04:07
CHAPEL CHIMES So we share this place again Holding on so carefully As the sound of chapel chimes Floats along the country breeze Suddenly we're here again Gentle smiles and soft bright light We're here to share the prayer again Brightening the night We come from many distant lands Different lives so wakening Opening like flowerbuds Drinking in the spring As we watch the seasons change And move along sequentially Every part of the universe Is, essentially And so they say, the story goes The moving hand writes on We're here to share this place again Singing to the dawn

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Here are press comments about HEARTHEARTHEARTH:

Hearthearthearth shows Cutean's prowess as a master of wordplay with an unusual and thoughtful approach to enlightening the consciousness of his listeners... Vanessa Salvia, Eugene Weekly

Brian Cutean is a freethinking soul who has carved his own path in this world for more than four decades. While the artwork on his website may not be conventional or restrained, the music of this latter day wandering, (mostly) acoustic minstrel more than honours the Folk tradition... Cutean is an attentive watcher and custodian of the natural world... Arthur Wood, Folkwax

Hidden in Hearthearthearth's convoluted title, though, are clues to Cutean's subject matter: heart (the personal), hearth (community) and earth (global environmental and political concerns). With Cutean, whimsy isn't window dressing, but an overarching artistic philosophy.... Jeff Rosenberg, Willamette Week

This energetic, life-loving, contemplative and extremely well-recorded CD marks another meaningful progression in the career of Brian Cutean as one of our leading contemporary songsmiths and music makers... [It is] a genuinely fun recording that is clearly a team effort and should resonate with visionaries and lovers of healthy music everywhere. Themes of personal enjoyment, the beauty of nature within and without and a feeling of hope for the future is delivered in a friendly non-preachy manner. Percy Hilo, Victory Music Review

This is a melodious mix of his Romanian gypsy heritage punctuated here and there by harmonica doses and even an occasional croon. Don't blink. QTN, as he often signs his name, has tossed another anagram into the chat salad, offered up an oxymoron, perfected a piece of palindrome pie...the Tom Robbins of folk music...
Marleen Shepherd, Carbondale Southern-Flipside

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released April 1, 2004

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Brian Cutean QTN Oregon

Brian Cutean/QTN, Oregon songpoet and wordsmith musician, writes songs with offbeat and touching lyrical observations on the socialography of the human condition. He has performed with spirit and whimsy all over these United States for many years.

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