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Ode to the Hummer (All the Way to the Bank)
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Flight 19 (Ballad of the Lost Squadron)
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It Is Written
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Break the Mold
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It is Written (Long Intro)
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Folk Rock in the best tradition, combining storytelling, socio-political commentary, and a trip down memory lane.

5 MP3 Songs in this album (18:40) !
Related styles: FOLK: Folk-Rock, FOLK: Sea Shanties

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Welcome to Art Brueggemanâs music.

I hope youâll find something in Break the Mold that youâll enjoy. There are only four songs on the CD (well, technically five, because the song âIt Is Writtenâ is on twice, the second time with the full :50 introduction). My intention is to put out my best four songs, and not fill the album with other, let's call them, album-type songs. The songs are what some have described as âmeaty." Production and vocal styles are in the Folk Rock genre; lyric-intensive in the vein of Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, Gordon Lightfoot, and other icons of the genre.

A description of each of the songs on Break the Mold follows (lyrics appear in bottom section):

Track #1. Ode to the Hummer (All the Way to the Bank)âa rock and roll rant about the way we, as a country, as a society, have gone completely off the deep end in terms of energy consumption. Americans use 25 barrels of oil per year for every man, woman and child in the country, or more than the next five major industrialized countries put together. China consumes two barrels per year per person. This is nuts. So, I took aim at one of the more visible, and in my opinion, obnoxious symbols of energy waste, the Hummer. As it turns out, Ode to the Hummer, which I wrote over two years ago, is now more timely than ever. In fact, General Motors wants to lose the brand because sales have fallen into an abyss created by $5.00 gasoline. That said, there are millions of gas guzzling vehicles on the road, each one contributing to the largest transfer of wealth in world history. Have you seen pictures of Dubai?

Track #2. Flight 19 (Ballad of the Lost Squadron)âIf youâve ever watched any program detailing the mysteries and general weirdness of the Bermuda Triangle, you've heard about the strange tale of Flight 19, a group of five U.S. Navy Avenger Torpedo Bombers that took off in December 1945 from Ft. Lauderdale Florida on a routine training mission. The flight was scheduled for less than three hours, taking them on a triangular course out over the Atlantic, and back to Ft. Lauderdale. They became mysteriously (and some say inexplicably) disoriented, never making it back to land. No wreckage was ever found despite the largest air-sea rescue and recovery mission ever launched. Many theories have been advanced, from the probable, to the ridiculous. As to the latter, if you happen to remember the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind, you'll perhaps recall that at the beginning, and at the end, of the movie, Flight 19 figured prominently without ever being described in detail. This song was really inspired by Gordon Lightfootâs classic lost at sea tale, Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Flight 19 is in 6:8 time, which may not mean anything to you, but what that does is put it in a âSea Shantyâ style, sort of a Hoist-yer-steins-and-sing-along song. The song is fastidiously accurate to the historical record, including the Navy Report on the disappearance, right down to real names and places. Of course, there's only so much that can be (or should be) crammed into a 5:00 song.

Track #3. It Is WrittenâIt is stating the obvious that perhaps the single biggest driver of discord, murder, and mayhem in the world centers around religious fundamentalism of all stripes. When any one claims to know THE TRUTH, to the exclusion of, or more dangerously the out and out hostility toward, all other beliefs, look out. And when such people are placed in, or simply usurp, positions of power, the world is not a better place for it. It Is Written takes on the notion, or false belief, that there is one Truth (with a capital âTâ). The song was originally produced with a 50 second intro that, shall we say, illustrates the competing religions in the world, and the cacophony they create when one tries to drown out the other. This track is minus the intro, as some people were confused by what was going on, and just wanted to get to the song. Track #5 has the full song, with the intro.

Track #4. Break the MoldâI came of age in the 60âs (and, yes, I actually do remember them quite well). It was the most turbulent, most disturbing, most change-filled, and overall most exciting decade in the last six decades. It was a decade where the young generation really did âBreak the Mold.â If you were there, you know what Iâm talking about first hand, and youâll be able to identify with everything in this song, which is best described as a trip down memory lane. If you werenât there, it is a history lesson wrapped into a Folk-Rock song. I couldnât help putting in an intro with old recording clips of the most famous quotes, spoken by those who said them first, to lead into the song. See if you can pick them all out. The twist at the end is the open question to young people todayââHow will you remember the times, these times, that in which youâre coming of age?â

Lyrics to Break the Mold CD Songs...

Track #1--Ode to the Hummer
(âAll the Way to the Bankâ)

Itâs the crack in modern society
Fill it up! Fill it up!
Itâs hydrocarbon energy
Fill it up! Fill it up!
Drive a Hummer with a 30 gallon tank, and
The sheiks laugh all the way to the bank
All the way to the bank

Itâs your future thatâs in jeopardy
Fill it up! Fill it up!
Time for a whole new strategy
Fill it up! Fill it up! Itâsâ¦
Conspicuous consumption, letâs be frank, and
The sheiks laugh all the way to the bank
All the way to the bank

Biggerâs not better, donât supersize it
Minimize it! Down size it!
Kill that three ton SUV
It makes no sense, canât you see?
To keep writing checks made out in blank
To sheiks laughing all the way to the bank
All the way to the bank

Donât look to Congress or the President
Theyâre just standing still
It starts right here with you and me
Itâs not that bitter a pill
Down the road youâll have yourself to thank
Cause youâll be laughing all the way to the bank
All the way to the bank

Spoken rant over a closing vampâ¦

âBesidesâ¦
I hate parking next to one of those big ass things
Have to squeeze out of my car door
What do they getâ¦9 miles to the gallon?
Etcâ¦etcâ¦â

© Arthur Brueggeman 2008 All Rights Reserved


Track #2--Flight 19 (Ballad of the Lost Squadron)

Late in forty-five, they were glad to be alive,
The Allies had just won the Big One
Sailors and Marines, and their flying machines,
Had shot down the Risinâ Sun
The Avenger flew with a three man crew,
âTwas a war bird second to none
A pilot, a gunner, and radioman,
A ton of bombs in her belly for fun

The war was behind 'em, but training would grind âem,
That sunny Ft. Lauderdale day
The weather report cut their window short,
They were anxious to get underway
Five aircraft stood ready, but their leader was late, Walking in he had little to say
Lt. Chuck Taylor had been turned down flat
When he asked not to fly that day

Three hours were planned, and with Taylor in command,
They lifted off just past two
East to Chicken Shoals over worsening seas,
To practice what they already knew
Mid-way through the mission, they lost their position,
Aloft above whitecaps and blue
A radio crackled, âWe donât know where we areâ¦â
Five aircraft were soon overdue

With four hours fuel and military cool
They would surely regain their bearings,
But they flew north and east instead of west,
Their voices tense and despairing.
They heard one pilot say, âThe other way, dammitâ¦
Weâre completely lost,â said another
âAll planes close in tight, and if landâs not in sight,
Weâll all go down togetherâ

In the ink of night, no moon or starlight,
Nineteen was out of chances
With towering seas there were no guarantees,
Only grim circumstances
Made to fly, not to float, there was little hope
Out on the ocean's expanses
Never heard from again, only God knows when,
We'll know their happenstances

Now some blame Taylor for most of the failure,
For ignoring Navy procedure
Others say he's excused for being confused,
Llife can be pretty strange in the ether
In that weird stretch of ocean, time moves in slow-motion, Controlled as it is by the Devil
Horizons are lost, dimensions are crossed,
And images aren't on the level

From south Florida northeast to Bermuda,
On down to Puerto Rico
The Bermuda Triangle does the fandango
âTween heaven and hell she rolls
Her islands beckon, always will, I reckon,
Good ships and planes come and go
But dare enter her lair, you better beware,
Sheâs got plenty of room below

Thereâs always more room below

© Arthur Brueggeman 2007


It Is Written

You say you know the path to Heaven
You know what paves the road to hell
And whoâs going which direction
Youâre certain you can tell
Because, it is written

You hold onto an ancient book
Passed down through the ages
Taking all at face value
As you turn the pages
Of what, of what is written

Two soldiers face off on the battlefield
Each with God on his side
Only one will walk away
Blessed from above, his homicide
Praising God, for it is written

Are you following the herd?
Led on by rhetorical voices
Earnestly spreading the word
Leaving no room for choices
Youâre promised a better day
If you prayâ¦the right way!

Only love is universal
And words cannot explain
Why is there so great a need,
To limit Loveâs domain?
You claim, you claim, it is written

You say you know the path to Heaven
So sure you have the key
As for me, Iâll take my chances
âCause truth has no capital âTâ
No matter when it is written
Just because, it is written

© Art Brueggeman 2006 All Rights Reserved


Break the Mold

Audio Collage Intro:

JFK: Inaugural Address, âAsk not what your countryâ¦â
MLK: âI Have a Dreamâ Speech
JFK: Cuban missile crisis blockade TV address
JFK: Berlin Address, ââ¦Icn bin ein Berlinerâ
Walter Cronkite: âFrom Dallas, TX, JFK Died...â Broadcast
John Lennon: âMore Famous than Jesusâ¦â remark
LBJ: âI will not seek, and I will not acceptâ¦â speech
Moon Landing: âTranquility Baseâ¦the Eagle has landedâ
âThatâs one small step for manâ¦â
Henry Kissinger: ââ¦we believe peace is at hand
Mayor Daly: ââ¦policeman is there to preserve disorderâ
Nixon: âI am not a crookâ¦â
Timothy Leary: âTurn on, tune in, and drop outâ¦â

You who came of age in the 60's
And feel out of sorts in times like these
Remember....rememberâ¦..

When Keith Richards did not look dead
And the Bogeyman was wrapped in Red
"That's one small step...," the man said
The Draft and Nam messed with our heads
It was: sex, drugs, and rock n' roll
Thanks to Penicillin and birth control
Our music still moves the soul
Lookin' back...man, we broke the mold

Oh the 60's was a trip to survive
When the first boomers came alive
To the Beatles, Dylan, and MoTown jive
A Flower Power bus, yeah we had arrived
NBC black and white TV
Dallas, Memphis, LA, and DC
Down the river we were sold
But lookin' back...we still broke the mold

If you weren't there you can't really know
What it was like to be in the show
Woodstock gave the old heave ho
To Father Knows Best and ducks in a row
Some still canât see the forest for the trees
We got E.D., bad hips and knees
That said, and truth be told
We did, yeah we really did, break the mold

Our parents fought the last good war
They scrimped, saved and sacrificed more
We were lost changing the world
Marches, sit-ins, and protests swirled
So, Twenty-Somethinâ, whatâs your wish?
How will you remember this?
And when your life-storyâs told
Will it be⦠that you broke the mold?

â¦YEAH, Itâs your time⦠be bold

â¦â¦â¦â¦Break the mold

© Arthur Brueggeman 2007


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