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BLACK HORIZON

by Carl Funk

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Late Bloomer 03:31
LATE BLOOMER It's taken time to own this skin Reconcile myself to what has been It's taken time, my oh my But, here I am staring at blue sky I'm a late bloomer, baby I'm a late bloomin' child It's taken time to love this world Cruelty, avarice, and greed in this world But, there's love that's as real As any wound you'll ever feel I'm a late bloomer, baby I'm a late bloomin' child I'm a late bloomer, baby I'm a late bloomin' child It's taken time to love this world Cruelty, avarice, and greed in this world But, there's love that's as real As any wound you'll ever feel I'm a late bloomer, baby I'm a late bloomin' child I'm a late bloomer, baby I'm a late bloomin' child
2.
BLACK HORIZON He leaves 'em laughing Leaves them crying Leaves them standing In cold and quiet dismay The crowd is cheering The crowd is gasping The crowd is breathing He bows and slips away Time is stolen He keeps on going Lord it's easy To stumble on the way A life that's given Less than half a living It's his religion It's carved upon his face Keep giving yourself Keep giving yourself It's okay One more stage door One last time The actor runs His lines Smoke is rising On a black horizon He'd love to end it here But, takes the stage anyway The crowd is waiting The crowd is begging The crowd demanding Show the world our pain Keep giving yourself It's okay Keep giving yourself It's okay It's all you've ever known
3.
Trouble 03:04
TROUBLE I'm heading for a place called Trouble A place of deep, dark despair And no friend that I have clung to Will I find them living there Take a left around some corner Through the stale night air And the fire you'll see a-burning The glow will lead you there It's a place called Trouble With the hard, ruined men Where the gift of life you've squandered You don't get back again I'm going to a place called Trouble I'm passing through a place called Trouble And the gift of life I've squandered I'll win it back again
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THE POET'S JOB It's the poet's job to sit and think Watch all his fingers grow fat and pink Shun the shovel and lift the drink No need for working harder Rich man says the poor are poor By their own works and there's no more To do for them but show them the door And say they must work harder Poor man says life's not fair With all that gold you're hoarding there Starve my children to oil your hair And we keep working harder It's the poet's job to sit and think Watch all his fingers grow fat and pink Shun the shovel and lift the drink No need for working harder The poet yawns, counts his coins To buy another round But, the price of inspiration can't be found Pick him up, toss him in bed Those weighty words inside his head Surely keep him tethered to the ground Rich man says the poor are poor Poor man shouts I'll work no more Poet's slumped on the kitchen floor Waiting to expire It's the poet's job to sit and think Watch all his fingers grow fat and pink Shun the shovel and lift the drink No need for working harder
5.
HELL CAN'T WAIT I dreamed last night I went to Hell And there, well so you see A shadow came and touched my hand And sent a chill through me Oh no, said I, how can it be That this would be my fate I've heard it said that Heaven can But, know that Hell can't wait Of ignorance and poverty I've watched the world drink deep Safe at home all in our beds No guilt disturbed our sleep And now, find I, how can it be The answers come too late I've heard it said that Heaven can But, know that Hell can't wait These earthly things which we surround Ourselves with night and day They can not bring a moment back Or keep the hounds at bay Oh no, say you, how can it be That this would be our fate I've heard it said that Heaven can But, know that Hell can't wait
6.
TIME AND TIME In my life I have known Love and fear, roll that stone Up that hill time and time Roll back down, find that I'm Standing still once again In that place, already been Roll that stone time and time Roll on I love you, you love me Such a good place to be Even so we've had times We don't see eye to eye Mean ol' world that's its way Get back up one more day Roll that stone time and time Roll on Roll that stone time and time You've got yours, I've got mine Here we go, we'll be fine Roll that stone, roll that stone Roll that stone time and time You've got yours, I've got mine Here we go, we'll be fine Roll that stone, roll that stone
7.
Resolution 03:22
RESOLUTION Midnight is the time for talking with shadows Staring into space watching the darkness move Wishing we could change, things that we can't change Knowing that we, we were the ones who lost you Do you think we don't miss you Do you think we don't everyday Somewhere in some town you are sleeping Maybe close at hand, or maybe very far away We may never know, what finally made you go But we, we were the ones that lost you Do you think we don't miss you Do you think we don't everyday Do you think we don't need you Do you think we don't everyday Resolution comes in dreams and movies Nothing in our lives is ever neatly put away Hurt that runs too deep, for any heart to keep Knowing that we, we were the ones who lost you Do you think we don't miss you Do you think we don't everyday Do you think we don't need you Do you think we don't everyday Do you think We don't love you Do you think we don't everyday Do you think we don't love you Do you think we don't
8.
BETWEEN STORMS She held it together year after year Had a son, watched him slip away She never expected the quiet of it all Alone in this desolate place She fell down All the way Past teachers and Jesus And everything safe She just fell down Bold as the lightning, shapes on the wall The moon a no-show again She wrestled the notion that words, after all Never describe where you’ve been She fell down All the way Past teachers and Jesus And everything safe She just fell down If you find yourself standing alone in a room As naked as when you were born And all you believe has deceived and been shown To just be a prayer between storms You fall down All the way Past teachers and Jesus And everything safe You just fall down Then just fall down
9.
Better Days 03:33
BETTER DAYS In a place I can't erase What it's come to, it's come to Cold town broke me down Took my pride away How many times can you hit the wall I ask you, I ask you Brush it off, get back up Still resolve to stay I'm a stranger here And it just gets rougher every day I'm going back to the old ways now I'm going home where things were easy for me Bid me farewell boys and sing that song Of life, love, and better days to be Had a girl in a different place So I asked her, I asked her To be a wife and share the life But, she couldn't see her way Now I know, I did not know What I had to, I had to Going back to find that girl And steal her heart away I'm a stranger here And it get's more lonely every day In a place I can't erase What it's come to, it's come to Cold town broke my heart And took my pride away I'm a stranger here And it just gets tougher every day I'm going back to the old ways now I'm going home where things were easy for me Bid me farewell, boys and sing that song Of life, love, and better days to be
10.
THE ANGEL OF SWAIN'S LANE The Angel of Swain's Lane Is calling me again She shines through the railings And sycamores wailing A figure of pity and pain The Angel is crying again They see her come and go Through the park at Waterlow The souls she's keeping As company sleeping In sepulchres buried below The Angel is lonely, I know Does she see me? Does she care? Does she cry Without a prayer? The Angel of Swain's Lain Is crying out in vain For someone departed Forlorn, broke-hearted A figure of pity and pain... The Angel is crying again The Angel is crying again

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Black Horizon, the new release by Carl Funk. Available as digital download and CD. Produced by Carl Funk and Garey Shelton.


From Alan Haber of Alan Haber's Pure Pop Internet Radio:
"Carl Funk | Black Horizon. Deep emotion and old world style. Carl’s committed, soulful voice drives these songs, carved with (and yes, I am coining a new word) an Amerisoulfulcana blade which fit perfectly among the various pop colors in our on-air mix. Wonderful stuff.
Now playing in rotation on Pure Pop Radio: “Time and Time,” “Resolution,” and “The Angel of Swain’s Lane”

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released September 7, 2016

Carl Funk: vocals, guitar, mandolin
Garey Shelton: bass
Ben Smith: drums
John Morton: electric guitar and 12 string electric
Casey Wescott: keyboards

with:
Craig Aspen: backing vocals
Lori Goldston: cello
Bruce Hazen: electric guitar (Hell Can't Wait)
Jeff Bush: percussion
David Keenan: mandolin (The Angel of Swain's Lane)
Nova Devonie: accordion
Ruthie Dornfeld: violin/viola
Kelly Erb: violin (The Angel of Swain's Lane)
Sean Gaffney: backing vocals
Dana Sims: percussion

PRODUCED by Carl Funk and Garey Shelton
Mixed by Garey Shelton and Carl Funk
Mastered by Garey Shelton

Recorded at The Garey Shelton Studio, Seattle WA
Additional recording Pacific Studios, Tacoma WA
And Earwig Studio, Seattle WA

Engineered by Garey Shelton
Additional engineering
Mark Simmons Pacfic Studios, Don Farwell Earwig Studio

All songs written by Carl Funk (Guemes Music) BMI except*
"The Angel of Swain's Lane" by Jayson Jarmon BMI

CD Cover Photo Carl Funk
Back cover and inside photography Omar Willey
Graphics by Jordani Sarreal @ Pacific Studios, Tacoma

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Pacific Northwest artist Carl Funk has spent more than half his life creating lyrics and music, delivering evocative narratives that connect people to foundations that define community, love and resolution.

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