Below is a video discussion of the behind-the-scenes background of The Bus, track #10 on my new album Another Gleam — a revealing look at the inspirations, the meanings behind the song, the songwriting process, the recording experience and much more. Enjoy.

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THE BUS
by tyler stenson © 2008

On the bus,
I’m in love with the city lights,
As they lie there,
Thin on the horizon.

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In reality, I was a child playing on a broken down riding lawnmower; however, in they eyes of a younger me, a child lost in a daydream, it was a chugging John Deer tractor and I was an important farmer/cowboy, responsible for keeping the crops alive, feeding hungry mouths and corralling the cattle before the dust storm.

Written in one sitting, this poem-turned song is one of my most prized creations and I proudly dedicate it to Lisa, the teenager that answered the call of duty all those many years ago and accepted a humble hourly wage in exchange for Babysitting the Cowboy.

Below is a video discussion of the behind the scenes of my original song Babysitting the Cowboy, track #13 off of my new album Another Gleam — a revealing look at the inspiration, the songwriting process, the recording experience and more. Enjoy.

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BABYSITTING THE COWBOY
by tyler stenson © 2006

My memories are a series of backyard cul-de-sacs
That smell of fresh cut grass and juniper.
Wyoming sunsets burned and
Crickets sang their hearts as the sky turned orange
And mother called us in from the day.

In one particular backyard
Sat a stagnant John Deer tractor that remained
Green all year round
As it rested quietly in the shade
Of the Bellevue Alley shrubbery
(No more than ten feet from the fence line).

A younger Me could turn the ruins of
Once Great Machines into a dream.

This useless tractor was fully functional
In the eyes of a younger me-
Those eyes saw fearlessly a cowboy
With buckles and leather and mouths to feed
And dried up fields that desperately
Need a farmer’s touch.

A younger Me could go and do great things in the shade,
While the rest of the yard was green-
How it glistened in the sunlight.

Lisa. Please watch over me;
Write it down in your memory that I-
I was a child lost in a daydream.

She would say Only boring people get bored.
So, today I’ll be plowing a field and
Corralling cattle before the dust storm.
Disintegrating are the chances for our lunch break-
There is too much work to be done today and
The cattle won’t milk themselves.

——

There are multiple recorded versions of Babysitting the Cowboy to be found online:

Orange Chrome Sky
Live at Mississippi Studios
See That Gleam
Another Gleam

If you recall, I visited his class back in 2008, where we co-wrote a new version of my song The Bus. It was a really fun experience to show them a previously written line and then ask them to recreate it, in their own words, using the same structures and syllables, but totally unique to them.

This time, years later, his 2010-2011 class has been studying my song We Grow from my album Long Before the Wheel and learning about metaphors in the process … to my everlasting joy, they’ve written and recorded their own version of We Grow.

Check out Mr. Bushman’s 2010-2011 2nd Grade Class from Heritage Elementary School in Nibley, Utah singing their own version of my song We Grow.

WE GROW — BY TYLER STENSON & 2nd GRADERS

WE GROW
Lyrics by Tyler Stenson and Mr. Bushman’s 2nd grade class
NOTE: The italicized words are theirs.

I heard you say that you wish I stayed
An older version of me — long before my change.
If we’re not growing we are staying the same,
So I will welcome the change and stretch myself day to day…

We’re entitled to change, we grow
Like baby to man
Like ideas of Mr. Bushman
Like the airbag inside of a van
Like things from a recycled can
The change is going to happen real slow
But not a day goes by we don’t grow.

If a seed can grow into a tree
And if that tree can grow leaves,
How is that different than me?
We both breathe and we come from the dirt
And that’s where we will return
When both of our seasons fade…

We’re entitled to change, we grow
Like dust on a mat
Like the wings of a small baby bat
Like a kitten growing into a cat
Like the whiskers from a beautiful rat
The change is going to happen real slow
But not a day goes by we don’t grow.

If we’re not growing,
We are staying the same,
So, I will welcome the change
And stretch myself day to day
We’re entitled to change…

We’re entitled to change, we grow
Like egg into bird
Like the little baby cows in a herd
Like adding suffixes to a word
Like a 2nd Grader moving to third
The change is going to happen real slow
But not a day goes by we don’t grow.

THE ORIGINAL WE GROW:

You can buy “We Grow” on CD Baby and iTunes!!

While the theme of this song is universal — how we’re human and therefore entitled to change and grow — the inspiration was very specific. After releasing my album Orange Chrome Sky in 2006, an avid fan of my old Rhetoric Tuesday material from 2002 wrote me an email that expressed his disappointment in the new direction of my music. He was adamant that I should return to my old ways because the new stuff wasn’t any good.

While my older music was a bit more pop-oriented and instantly appealing, my Lander: Orange Chrome Sky record had its own heartbeat and spirit — a darker piece but, in my eyes, equal in quality. Less instant gratification but more sophistication. Of course, he did not see the forest for the trees.

In the end I wrote him a calm and collected email explaining that I was sorry to have fallen short of his expectations but as a human, I was entitled to change and as an artist, growth was inevitable. I left it at that — who knows what he took from that retort.

In all, this song is 16 metaphors of growth and an artsy piece that argues that growth is not only healthy, but inevitable. Enjoy We Grow.

Learn more about the process of writing the metaphors behind We Grow!!

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WE GROW
by tyler stenson © 2010

I heard you say that you wish I stayed
An older version of me — long before my change.
But, if we’re not growing we are staying the same,
So I will welcome the change and stretch myself day to day.
We’re entitled to change because we grow

Like blown up balloons.
Like the flare at the end of a spoon.
Like one note becoming a tune.
Like the city lights in the darkening blue–
The change is gonna happen real slow
But not a day goes by we don’t grow.

If a seed can grow into a tree
And if that tree can grow leaves,
I ask, how is that different than me?
Because we both breathe and we come from the dirt
And that’s where we will return
When both of our seasons fade.
We’re entitled to change because we grow

Like one into two.
Like the eleventh hour turning to noon,
Then May slow fades into June,
Then you’re a grownup in your childhood room–
The change is gonna happen real slow
But not a day goes by we don’t grow.

If we’re not growing, we are staying the same
So, I will welcome the change and stretch myself day to day.
We’re entitled to change because we grow

Like a high tide caused by that moon.
Like a flower knowing Spring is coming soon.
Like wings inside a cocoon,
(Or anything else that is destine to bloom)–
Like our faith in the things we know to be true
Or like the courage found in the wine and the booze–
The change is gonna happen real slow
But not a day goes by we don’t grow.

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As an aside, a group of second graders recently studied my song as a lesson in metaphors. To my everlasting joy, they’ve written their own set of metaphors and recorded their own version of We Grow. Give it a listen!!

WE GROW
By Mr Bushman’s 2nd Grade Class

After digging a little deeper, I’ve officially written a new song in the same vein as Clover called That I’ll Know You… and today’s live recording can be heard below. Simply put, it’s a love song for the woman that I thought might never show. Thought. Enjoy the new song.

That I’ll Know You…
by tyler stenson © 2010

I’ve gotten good at being alone,
Through the Valentines and the Mistletoe,
Though I’ve tried to find my heart’s Muse-
Oh, that I’ll know you when I see you.

It’s not that I have never loved,
It’s that my timing has been a victim of
The Winds of Change-
My, how they blew.
Oh, that I’ll know you when I see you.

So, shine sun, shine
And burn brighter than the others
So that I might see your brand of beam
And want another and another.
I cannot call your name
Cause I don’t know who I’m calling to-
Oh, that I’ll know you when I see you.

I’ve pictured it one thousand times;
My hands have run the length of your spine,
Down to your thighs,
To your glass shoe.
Oh, that I’ll know you when I see you.

So, to my Love I haven’t met,
Where for art thou Juliet?
You see, I switched the lines
But the play reads true:
Oh, that I’ll know you when I see you.

So, shine sun, shine
And burn brighter than the others
So that I might see your brand of beam
And want another and another.
I cannot call your name
Cause I don’t know who I’m calling to-
Oh, that I’ll know you when I see you.

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As the video and song suggests, Scotland passed away in September of 2009. When I heard the news, I began to write a song in his honor based on his song called Spanish Dust. Midway through writing the piece, in November, Kipp passed away tragically and, because this was a song for Music Men, I thought it highly appropriate to include him in the tribute.

I will never claim that I knew either of them extremely well but our brief passing in time had great effect. I will always remember them for their talents and their contribution to the Portland music community and beyond.

Read more about Scotland Barr
Read more about Kipp Crawford
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DAFFODILS
by tyler stenson © 2010

Who was September
To decide it was time
To pull your pen from the page
That drew out your line
Since 1965?
-Long before your time.

May your fields be pure gold
And yellow like the loveliest sun.
May we hear your bones
Singing at the top of their lungs.
May all your fields be songs and daffodils.

Oh, then November
Would not be outdone
And dimmed that bright old smile
From an Ashland Son
That burned since ‘78
-Then all at once faded away.

May your fields be pure gold
And yellow like the loveliest sun.
May we hear your bones
Sounding out the beat of a drum.
May all your fields be songs and daffodils.

I for one, hope you found your Sun Years
And finally laid your eyes on some Spanish Dust.
Your words fill up our Paper Dixie Cups,
In a cheers to you,
One of the few who knew love.

So, may all your fields be pure gold
And yellow like the loveliest sun.
May we hear your bones
Singing at the top of their lungs.
May all your fields be songs and daffodils.

May all your fields be songs and daffodils.

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Each line of each chorus is a different metaphor for growth … 14 in all. As if simply coming up with that many metaphors wasn’t difficult enough, the real trick is that they must all rhyme with “ooooo” while still communicating the idea of growth.

I’ll admit, I’m still writing the song and trying to scheme some lines that may or may not replace what I already have. That said, here are some of the metaphors I’ve penned for We Grow and I’d be open to any fresh ideas. Enjoy!

WE’RE ENTITLED TO CHANGE, BECAUSE WE GROW…

- Like blown up balloons.
- Like the flare at the end of a spoon.
- Like one note becoming a tune.
- Like city lights in the darkening blue.
- Like One into Two.
- Like the eleventh hour turning to noon.
- Like May slow fading into June.
- Like a grownup in their childhood room.
- Like a high tide caused by that moon.
- Like a flower knowing spring is coming soon.
- Like wings inside a cacoon.
- Like anything else destined to bloom.
- Like our faith in the things we know to be true.
- Like courage found in the wine and the booze.
- Like the hope of a castaway as land comes into view.
- Like the fear of a damned man meeting his doom.
- Like Jesus rising up from his tomb.
- Like a child in the warmth of the womb.

I got the idea a month ago at my nephews funeral when my Father spoke the words That which might have been, can yet still be. That sentence hit me hard and sent my wheels turning.

I’ve already written my sad song about the event; therefore, in the wake of the two nautical books that I’ve just finished and in the spirit of my 2010 goal to be more upbeat, I penned this motivational song. When you experience an unexpected shift, don’t let it shake you, greatness can still be achieved.

I dedicate this song to my Father … for the great one-liner that sparked this entire song.

BEST LAID PLANS
by tyler stenson © 2010

Best laid plans fail
And wrong winds catch sails
But that don’t mean you lay down
And lose your boat to the treacherous sea.
No, you must believe that
That which might have been, can yet still be.

I’ve seen a beautiful sky turn gray
As I stood there watching weather change-
That don’t mean the Sun is long-gone
And our Hope should up and leave.
No, you must believe that
That which might have been, can yet still be.

The greatest place ever known fell down.
It was the Fall of Rome-
But have you seen the Vatican and Coliseum
Under a summer’s gleam?
(I have, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen)
So I’m telling you,
That which might have been, can yet still be.

Best laid plans fail
And wrong winds catch sails
But that don’t mean you lay down
And lose your boat to the treacherous sea.
No, you must believe that
That which might have been, can yet still be.

I’d call it light and sexy — Amos Lee meets Let’s Get it On. Enjoy.

LOVER THINGS
tyler stenson © 2010

I think back to The Garden’s first days
And the reason a woman was made-
I think it was an absolute gesture to say:
So long Emptiness — hello Sweet Grace.

But now it seems the words have changed
And their meanings have faded away.
But, when I say, I love you,
I mean it the same way as it was made.

Cause you and I want nothing to do
With the constant bending that sorrow brings.
No, you and I want nothing to do
But lover things.

Let’s forget about the failed love we see
And how the world is a brand new machine
That drags the lovers through the mud and the things
That mark the furthest point from you and me.

Cause you and I want nothing to do
With the constant bending that sorrow brings.
No, you and I want nothing to do
But lover things.

Even though the words have changed
And the meanings have faded away.
When I say, I love you,
I mean it the same way as it was made.

Cause you and I want nothing to do
With the constant bending that sorrow brings.
No, you and I want nothing to do
But lover things.

I played a rather thankless gig on the Cal Poly campus and as I was packing up my stuff, a bright eyed young man approached me, bought a cd and asked my plan for the evening. After telling him I had nothing going on, he mentioned it was a full moon and that him and his friends were going to hike back into Poly Canyon – and it’s a site to see.

As the song mentions, we passed signs for Mountain Lion dangers and upon reaching the trails head, we reached a clearing that featured all kinds of bizarre natural structures from the architecture students at the University. The randomness of the night and the brightness of the moon inspired this tale. Enjoy.

THAT MOON – solo

THAT MOON – layered vocal … indie style

THAT MOON
by tyler stenson 2010

Just before the summer,
I was playing my guitar
When a boy came from the audience
And motioned toward the stars.
He said it was a full moon
And “it’s all the light we’ll need
For walking Poly Canyon … it’s a site to see.”
He said “we’re walking Poly Canyon, come along,
It’s a site to see.”

We rose up in a clearing
That was filled with all the shapes
From all the heads of all the architects
That never tired of learning
Of Nature and Her systems
And how man can live within ‘em
And how the two can live as one
Just like it was long before the wheel and before the gun
- I wonder how they lived before the wheel and before the gun.

That moon was brighter than day
And who knows, maybe even god’s way to say
“Hey, I know by the looks of it
You’re human and you’re small
So, may that moon make you feel 10 feet tall.”

I looked up at the two mountains
With that moon high up above it
And it looked much like a pendant
Dangling from the neck of a woman
With so much beauty there to offer,
There’s that much more to lose,
I said “this might be a stupid question
But do you suppose we’ve landed on that moon?”

Scotty handed me a spliff
And I burned it to the ground
And in the dirt, I turned those embers
Into something like a ghost town.
Then a man came out of nowhere-
He was the law but fair and said
“On such a night like this,
You know it pains me,
But I have to ask you to leave.”

That moon was brighter than day
And who knows, maybe even god’s way to say
“Hey, I know by the looks of it
You’re human and you’re small
So, may that moon make you feel 10 feet tall.”

We’d never see it coming
If we were hunted by a lion
Or if the snakes were nipping at our heels
Leaping out to bite us.
But that moon was all we needed
To be giants on that day
And to walk among the comforts
That no evil thing would dare to come our way.

That moon was brighter than day
And who knows, maybe even god’s way to say
“Hey, I know by the looks of it
You’re human and you’re small
So, may that moon make you feel 10 feet tall.”