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“REALMS”

by Blake Berglund
Produced by Jason Plumb
Recorded at Studio One Recording, Regina, SK

 

AN ALLEGORICAL CONCEPT ALBUM ABOUT THE BREADTH OF THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE.

1. PRETTY GOOD GUY

written by Blake J Berglund (SOCAN/ASCAP)

 

He’s addicted to pinball like cocaine

Dabbled with the latter just the same

He’s gone and cheated on a couple of his lovers

He never tells the cops his real name

So they call him Boss, or Hoss, or Handsome

He’ll never pass a chance to get high

You can always judge a band by their covers

Bet your ass that he’s a Pretty Good Guy

 

Five months straight of six night shifts through the weekend

Represent a working mans voice

A pseudo-metal, punk-rock loving outlaw

You damn rights a mama’s boy by choice

Be it hours or days of a distance

He’ll always get you out of a bind

You can always judge a man by his mother

So bet your ass that this one is a Pretty Good Guy

 

A smooth talking devil of the nightlife

An early morning coffee cup in hand

Well, he’ll exercise his freedom of expression

And he won’t back down once he takes his stand

He can talk himself out of any situation

But he sure as hell ain’t afraid to fight

Never get between a man and his brother

Bet your ass that he’s a Pretty Good Guy

All good times should be followed by another

Bet your ass he’s a Pretty Good Guy

Good God, he’s a good guy

Good God, he’s a pretty good guy

2. MOOSE MOUNTAIN

written by Blake J Berglund (SOCAN/ASCAP)

 

Moose Mountains at sundown

Alfalfa and cloverleaf

I wade into a drink hole

Water to the bottom of my hand-cut leather-bound stir-ups

As the sun dips

A melancholy chill of Montgomery Creek

My last dip of Red Man

My first real hurt of the evening

 

And I twist one tighter than the cinch of my saddle

And I’ll take to an evening ride

I gotta thirteen year old palomino mare

With a need for a contact high

And if the marijuana makes me miss them

Then my saddle-horse makes it right

I’ll tell her tales ’bout the women of the winter

And the lost loves in my life

 

I had to learn the hard way

I’m always rushing back into love

By chasing on another

That I kept as a back-up plan just to cover up the trails

Of the last one

Oh but my age has helped me see

That I should take a winter

And spend a little time on me

 

Moose Mountains at sundown

Alfalfa and cloverleaf

I wade into a drink hole

3. CROOKED OLD EARTH feat. Belle Plaine

written by Melanie Hankewich and Blake J Berglund (SOCAN/ASCAP)

 

Missing kids and aeroplanes

Anxiety and hurricanes

Locusts swarm across the plaines

Like we said they would

Whales littering the beach

Needles wash up on the streets

And you can make love to a computer screen

For six-ninety-nine a month

 

It’s just a trip straight to the grave from the day of our birth

I wouldn’t wish my enemy to this Crooked Old Earth

 

Alcohol and broken homes

The illusions of what we own

We used up all the dinosaur bones

In cars that we can’t fix

At the alter of the TV stand

The puppets live in government

Well country sucks and Buddy Holly’s dead

May the Starman cross quick

 

When we all come back around and it still just spins the same

I’ll wait it out in another realm until something has changed

 

Bank or broke, kind or cruel

Innocent of black and blue

In the end she comes for you

4. HEAT OF THE SUN feat. Chris Henderson

written by Blake J Berglund (SOCAN/ASCAP)

 

The Heat of the Sun quit reminding me of living

I used to bask in its glory and its shade

But with each waking hour leading into its existence

Grows a pit that just develops through the day

 

Depending on the night that came before it

How I went and chose to make a day

I’ll sleep in for as long as I want, woman

Was up here half the night just lying awake

 

Well, I worry if my thoughts don’t change

The ones that I might entertain

Define a man as simply overcome

‘Cause I always thought we just turn to dust

Or wander ’round like we were lost

Headed for the Heat of the Sun

 

Well, the Heat of the Sun gave me an empire that I could stand on

And the stands I had to take to keep it that way

I guess where I saw myself as a provider

I know I missed the mark on how to spend a day

 

I got two strong boys just trying to catch their father

One’s paying an honest dollar for all that I made

And the other just comes and goes like I used to

Try and keep busy every time he’s gotta leave

 

If my old man saw me this way

He’d hop right out from of his grave

And take me to a place to overcome

If return whence we came

He hopped a cosmic bullet train

and headed for the Heat of the Sun

5. MEN MY AGE

written by Blake J Berglund (SOCAN/ASCAP)

 

I remember a better time before what I’d become

Back when a day was half over

And I was planning out the rest with the heat from the rising sun

Now I’m sleeping in ’til noon

 

So the phonebook took me to a leather couch in the room with another man

Lying on my back and staring at the ceiling

Talking ’bout problems I never even knew I had

A professional opinion on what to do

He said you might find weight gained and suicidal tendencies

And be sure to take with food

 

Ya find yourself flirting with the line the good Lord drew you years ago

Tearing down the tarmac going just about as fast as one can go

Oh and then the pain starts slowly creeping in on men my age

 

It’s clear that someone’s pockets line with each prescription filled

I got red ones and orange ones and yellow and green ones

That are all supposed to help

Violet, indigo and blue

They seem to makes things better as long as I can fight the urge to

Wash’em down with booze

 

(Nightmare Rambling)

6. THE GRIP

written by Blake J Berglund (SOCAN/ASCAP)

 

You don’t know The Grip until you need to pull away

It comes like a nail up from under your ribs

And settles in a resting place

Moves around just to feel the barbs and spreads into an ache

Long and dull until you let it get its way

 

You don’t know The Grip until you’re desperate for a change

Comes with the power to manifest

Give itself a shape

It’ll walk into the ones you love, ’til they start to break

Let them go like it’s some kind of fucking game

 

It’ll tease, taunt, chase you ’til you’re caught

It’ll come, settle in and stay

It’ll poke, prod, ’til it gets what it wants

Knowing that you’ll never be the same

 

You don’t know The Grip until you look it in the eye

Deem its handle powerless and strip it of its lie

You may have to watch your back for the remainder of your life

You won’t know it ’til you look it in the eye

 

7. JESUS IN A BACKBEAT

written by Steve Leidal, Bryce Lewis and Blake J Berglund (SOCAN/ASCAP)

 

I sought a pathway riddled with destruction

I came addicted to ungodly sights and a momentary rush

And regardless of my best of intensions

My attempts were never quite enough

 

I heard pieces of a greater type of wisdom

I heard the teachings of an unconditional love

I held glimpses of life’s greater meanings

How we share a consciousness of one

 

The Lord showed me in lights the seven chakras of my soul

I found Jesus in a backbeat, the phase on my guitar

Let the Holy Spirit tear through a Telecaster lick

The low end set my energy within

(Mother Mary drive the hell clean out of it )

 

There’s a fire burning wicked in the mind’s eye

To one releases that which does not serve

Surrender in an effort of forgiveness

To truly show a chance at the rebirth

 

I found myself in dire desperation

Begging for a saviour and the power of his blood

 

It was instant in the pit of my stomach

A burning that spread throughout my lungs

I was answered when I cried for protection

I’ll never turn my back on the Holy Son

8. INTERLOPER

written by Steve Leidal, Bryce Lewis and Blake J Berglund (SOCAN/ASCAP)

 

In waves static hums, vision bends beyond the rocks

An interweaving rider comes on a passing comet’s tail

With a palomino spirit steed he finds himself in desperate need

Of riding through the desolate

Space between the stars

He’s get to stop and wait for time to take him

Back to worlds whence he came

 

Man upon a horse named Dream

Very few cross these planes

And discover what they seek

As the timelines bleed

One must awaken to recognize it isn’t as it seems

 

Well, cosmic cycles come around as history repeats itself

He’s bounced between a bigger band and far beyond the brink

Through glitches gets to parallels of different versions of himself

Challenge tricks and ancient trades

Of travel, it’s the golden age

A time, two times and half a time

He saved him from a den of lions

 

Just point his nose towards the west

With a whistle and a kick they’ll catch the second setting sun

In a glimpse of golden mane [gold lamé]Only to return again, and again, and again, and again

 

Stillness in the evening air allows for open passages

The contours of a mounted mare wander in and out

 

One must awaken to see themselves existing

As an intricate extension to a greater loving presence

Where intension honours no mistake

The synchronistic coming days

Of signs on signs confirm belief

That one must ask, one then shall receive

 

Gardens hang in Babylon

The reigning king constructs the works

Soon to quickly call upon the one who reads the dreams

Ten times better than the wise

Welcomed all within the court

Explain my worries of the night or death be what I deem

A body built on feet of clay

Mixed with iron to the legs

Thighs of bronze, silver arms and breasts to head of gold

Statue crushed by a rock

That grew into a mountain range

Filling up the entire earth, oh, tell me what’s this mean

Of the kingdoms yet to be

Three to follow yours My Highness

Shall fall to supremacy of my loving God’s

Oh my king the tree is you

Commanded by the heavenly

To fall by being cut in two, acknowledge Heaven rules

Visions of the beasts at sea

Visions of the ram and goat

Visions of the seventy weeks, kings of north and south

Multitudes who sleep in dust

Of the earth will awake

Some to everlasting life and the rest to shame

9. REALMS

written by Blake J Berglund (SOCAN/ASCAP)

 

They say that there’s a silver chord

Connects us to a higher place

A lifeline of nourishment

Protected in a sheet of light

And in the crossing hour

As the illusion starts to fade

Release of earthly selfishness

And let connection dissipate

 

May the place created by

Your conscious thought be welcoming

Guided recollection through

Benevolence and The Divine

Self evaluate to recognize an honest sense of being

Ascending to a higher state

Reconnect with purity

I myself might stick around for a couple of days

 

Realms

Realities and Realms

Realms

Realities and Realms

 

Behold the draping cosmic veil

Cloaking which we cannot see

A masterminded archetype

Intricate in its design

To guide the ones who dedicate

The trip to love and honesty

Give the rest another chance

And learn the lessons that they need

Word’s Gettin’ Around/Funny Thing About You Leaving (2016)

by Blake Berglund
Produced by Aaron Goldstein
Recorded at Catherine North Studios, Hamilton, ON

 

A LIMITED EDITION (45 RPM) DOUBLE-SINGLE PRESSED ON ORANGE VINYL

1. WORD'S GETTIN' AROUND

written by Blake J Berglund, Bryce Lewis, Steve Leidal, Tim Herman, and Jordan Reimer (SOCAN/ASCAP)

 

Inebriated incidents and poor misjudgements plague

my attempt to keep this honest reputation that I made

But a simple act of weakness and regardless of regret

Come the punishment and consequences of payin’ off this debt

But with charges dropped, one should stop,

Contemplate sobriety be found

I better take it easy

Before I get run outta town

Z’I heard that Word’s Gettin’ Around

 

Its been like three months running of recklessness

And stayin’ up for days

Filled with illicit stimulants and these womanizing ways

In an attempted intervention, in a worry of concern

Prompted Del to make a phone call before the bad turned worse

He said for everyone that’s made it

There’s a thousand that the carelessness took down

And there’s a hundred in a line-up

Just waiting for you to take yourself out

He says that Word’s Gettin’ Around

 

Oh the allure of innocence, enticement in the chase

With an attitude of leather and an image lined with lace

I know that tension comes when both parties want what they can’t get

You see the first steps to ignore, then the second’s to admit

I’ll tell you, nothin’ turns me on like the slow burn of just watching this play out

Don’t worry about the details, Sweetheart we’re only friends for now

But I heard that Word’s Gettin’ Around

2. FUNNY THING ABOUT YOU LEAVING

written by Blake J Berglund and Del Barber (SOCAN/ASCAP)

 

The Funny Thing About You Leaving

I was already gone

You try and break me with a door slam

but for years I been alone

I knew that my mind, yeah it wandered at times

I never thought I was this far along

The Funny Thing About You Leaving

I was already gone

 

Well you told me that you loved me

I could tell you were true

So I tried to follow blindly

In hopes that I’d see it through

For the sake of your heart

Yeah I’m playing the part

of a man whose done you wrong

The Funny Thing About You Leaving

I was already gone

 

Let those tears roll down

as you told me the truth

I did all that I could

to put the guilt on you

Oh but with your good-bye

baby I’ve yet to cry

and I’m thankful that we’re done

The Funny Thing About You Leaving

I was already gone

Town to Town/Saskatchewan (2015)

by Belle Plaine + Blake Berglund
Produced by Jason Plumb
Recorded at Studio One Recording, Regina, SK

 

A LIMITED EDITION (45 RPM) DOUBLE-SINGLE PRESSED ON YELLOW VINYL.
BOTH TRACKS WRITTEN BY ZACHARI LUCKY, IT IS BELLE PLAINE AND BLAKE BERGLUND’S FIRST COLLABORATIVE PROJECT –
AN HOMAGE TO THEIR FRIEND AND FELLOW SONGWRITER.

1. TOWN TO TOWN

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2. SASKATCHEWAN

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Jasper (2014)

by Blake Berglund + The Vultures
Produced by Sheldon Zaharko and The Vultures
Recorded live at The Jasper Legion, Jasper, AB

CAPTURED IN-FRONT OF A SOLD OUT CROWD AT THE JASPER LEGION IN AUGUST OF 2013. THE HONKY TONKY RENEGADES, THE VULTURES, ARE A POLISHED YEST GREASY ROADHOUSE BAR BAND. PLAYING ORIGINAL WORKS FROM BERGLUND’S BACK CATALOGUE AND CURRENT REPERTOIRE. PACKAGED AS A DOUBLE-DISC WITH 2012’S STUDIO ALBUM, COYOTE.

Coyote (2012)

by Blake Berglund
Produced by John MacArthur Ellis
Recorded at Nashcroft Manor, Ashcroft, BC

BERGLUND’S UNIQUE TONGUE-IN CHEEK APPROACH TO COUNTRY MUSIC. SONGS ABOUT WOMEN AND RODEO, POLITICAL SATIRE AND HISTORY. INSPIRED BY THE WRITING OF TOM T. HALL AND TRUE TO THE SPIRIT OF COUNTRY MUSIC.

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