Poetic, soulful, psychedelic sound sketches by one of the best singer/ songwriters to bend to the muse.

8 MP3 Songs
FOLK: Folk Blues, BLUES: Blues Vocals



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Headed for a career as an English professor in the mid 1960âs, John Lyle was âbroadsidedâ by Bob Dylan and The Beatles. His degree went out the window, and so did he, playing in a series of bands and then performing on Canadian network television and radio as a solo act. He was also signed to two record labels during this era, but realized that because of his highly sensitive nature he was not cut out for the performing life.

John returned to his home in the Vancouver area, and devoted himself to his family, supporting them with a career that may have been more dangerous than the perfomance stage. He became a postman. John Lyleâs wonderful body of work is evidence of a life lived on the streets and in the home, filled with all the love and loss and joy and despair that are part and parcel of being alive. The songs are vital, not written to imitate a commercial trend or to fulfil a contract, but to reflect the intensity of experience and to remain sane.

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'John's songs are amazing!' Frazee Ford (The Be Good Tanyas).........'We love John Lyle. We listen to him all the time.' The Sumner Brothers..........'There's lots of nice stuff on there!' Paul Rodgers of Bad Company, Free and Queen)...........âMagnificent!â Robert Altman.........John Lyle will take you gently to your safe place, and then sneak up on you with a song as uncompromisingly ferocious as a grizzly in a maternity ward.â Dennis Albo, in his reality novel âOne Bullet Left'...........'The James Joyce of folk.'- Heywood Banks............'Super, passionate stuff!' Mark Smith

Lyrics for "Humors"

1. HOW ROMANTIC OF ME

All locked into something the psychics canât control
And the rainbow-fingered hordes are in a hole
With all of their possessions, beyond grief and past the dawn
While I work to hold back my yellow yawn

How romantic of me, how romantic of me
How romantic of me all along

How romantic of me to have eaten my degree
And passed it, Lord, I must learn how to ski
How romantic of me to keep my interest in a sack
And how romantic to keep keeping track

How romantic of me, how romantic of me
How romantic of me, coming back

All along the river inspectors take their counts
While up the country gurus climb the mount
Holy little brothers bathe their souls in burning bleach
While I work on my music on the beach

How romantic of me, how romantic of me
How romantic of me not to preach

2. BLASTED IN HOPE

In and out and out and in the ocean breezes blow
I been waiting for that sweet ride, like an ordinary orphan in the sand
Let me take my stand, soul dance in your hand
To tinsel tunes from silver stars, oh baby

Sweet low down and all around the lone star whistle blows
I been trying to make connection with my fast and lonesome
Southern dixie flyer, stream-lined and winding fire
Stone-blown through the sky, to whatâs behind our lost tomorrow, baby

Eat the flesh and suck the bone and drink my blood like wine
Iâll come crashing through your window
Like a hot and heartless steaming Philistine
Full out to break your spine, smash your dreams on the door
To whatâs behind our lost tomorrow, baby

Longing eyes are hypnotized inside the last sunbow
Letâs protect the same illusion, while the harvest moon is still a memory,
Eventual ecstasyâs a blockade to the star
And whatâs behind our lost tomorrow, baby

3. OH, MY WIND
(John Murray & John Lyle)

Oh the wind is like a friend of mine, she is fickle to a fault
One minute solid as a tree, and the next not worth her salt

(Chorus)
Thatâs why sheâs so fine, thatâs why sheâs not mine
Think of all sheâs touched, still she gives so muchâ¦
Oh, my wind, where you been, I thought you said youâd write
Oh, my wind, where you been, I waited up all night

Oh the wind is like a friend of mine, she has a temper like a carving knife
She doesnât do it to be mean, but now and then sheâll take a slice

Repeat chorus

Some blue Monday Iâll be under such a heavy cloud
With no way to turn my lonely head but down
Then my wind will blow on in and turn my life around
Sheâll come runninâ, Iâll bet sheâs thumbinâ, just outside of town

Oh the wind is like a friend of mine, her fatal flaw is her saving grace
If she didnât get around, Iâd never see her lovely face

Repeat chorus

4. I SAW GOD

By accident I took a double dose of L.S.D.
I saw God inside my mirror and He looked a lot like me
Maybe two, three inches shorter, and a little sparse on top
He was cleaning his glasses, He was cleaning his glasses
With the blood of a lamb chop

I said, God, what you doinâ hung out in my mirror
He said takinâ a vacation, man, you never see me here
I said, God, I see you now, and when I wanna shave
Iâll have to drop my razor, Iâll have to drop my razor.
Iâll have to drop my razor and wave

God said, what have you been eating
I said Owsleyâs L.S.D.
He said, go and count your marbles, kid
Youâre lucky you still see
Theyâre not here, theyâre over there, He said
So over there I go, and count my marbles
Count my marbles, count my marbles slow

When wonder piled on wonder up my alley I can see
God inside a catâs-eye cleaning salmon with a key

5. WE MUST KNOW

Chorus:
We must know what really happened (gonna tell ya)
We must know what really happened (I can smell ya)

Mr. Hollywood came knockinâ at the door
He said, whatâs a big star like you doinâ, baby
Not working anymore
Big star said, I donât know, maybe itâs my age
Sometimes I think theyâre laughing at me
Then he flew into a rage

Repeat chorus

Big star spelled his drink and swore into the Montecito sun
Mr. Hollywood said, baby, waitâll you hear what I done
Weâre on the red-eye to the apple, weâll get a limo to Times Square
Weâll find a most outstanding mugging, the paparazzi will be there
Youâll save someone or other from the vicious junkie hordes
And when the story hits the tabloids it will strike responsive chords

Repeat chorus

Now wait a little minute, said the big star as he hid
His face behind his glass, he said letâs not and say we did
And thatâs what really happened, and thatâs why heâs back to work
And Iâll bet you thought the big star wasnât nothinâ,
Wasnât nothinâ, wasnât nothinâ, wasnât nothinâ but a jerk!

6. WHEN IâM A P.H.D.

When Iâm a P.H.D., no one will dare to question me
Except the other P.H.D.âs, but not when Iâm on TV
Where everyone will worship me, oh Jehovah!

P.H.D., P.H.D., I will be a P.H.D
With a bona fide degree made out to me

When Iâm a P.H.D., Iâm gonna share my salary
With all my family for everything they did for me
To help me finally get to be

A P.H.D., P.H.D., I will be a P.H.D
With a bona fide degree made out to me

At our parties all us smarties will let down our hair
Stand on a chair, bare as you dare, you can stare
But we wonât care

When Iâm a P.H.D., no ivory tower will fall on me
In my professional building by the sea
Where Iâll teach everyone to be
A successful PHD like me, why donât you be like me

7. GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS

This little bubble, this black cauldron of trouble
The starry-eyed call mother earth
Can blow all to hell, clean the air of the smell
But thatâll just add to my mirth

Going through the moves, going through the motions
Everything we choose is a preconceived notion
There are no heroes and there are no villains
Just us little computer children

Going through the moves, going through the motions
Every means is an end, every end is a potion

Going through the moves, going through the motions
Every means is an end, every end is a potion
Fight fire with water, fight hate with love
Wake up before push comes to shove

No one deserves credit, no one deserves blame
No one deserves a fortune, no one deserves fame
No one deserves a great big mansion or a ghetto full of pain
No one deserves what they get, but they get it just the same

Going through the moves, going through the motions
A new world awaits based on the notion
We accept one another like the wind and the rain
Free as the birds and bees in our chains

8. RANCHERO

Refrain:
We have ranchero, we have mucho dinero,
In our world not a care-o,
Ay yi yi yi yi yi

We can depend on our hacienda
To defend us when the four winds blow
No matter how bad the weather may be,
We always will have somewhere to go

So when the clouds frown upon us
And the rains try to drown us
And the wind is beating at our door
Thereâs a song weâll be making
While the snowflakes are flaking
And it goes like this, Senor

Repeat refrain