From the recording Both Sides Of The River
SHOOTING STAR
“What if Waylon drove The Red Shark instead of that cream Caddy?”
WHAT IT’S ABOUT
Country, rock and psychedelia have always gone together magically for me. From the Byrds to I See Hawks in LA to The 13th Floor Elevators to The Lost Gonzo Band to Barefoot Jerry to Area Code 615… I always loved the artists who colored outside the lines. ‘Shrooms optional.
Ed Skibbe, Cave Creek
August 2023
CREDITS
Ed Skibbe: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, vocal
Spencer Pyne: bass
Brian McClure: drums
Donny Dark: lead guitar
Glade Wilson: harmony vocals
NOTES
We recorded basic tracks, bass, drums and reference guitar and vocal at ESP in Colorado. I sang a new vocal and we edited the spacey bridge in Colorado too. I redid the acoustic guitar and vocals in Arizona. Later Spencer tracked Donniy’s guitar. I redid some acoustic guitar and recorded new electric guitar. Glade came over to Coyote Tongue and we tracked his vocal part (he did two marathon sessions singing the great parts on this record).
Early preview auditions of this song had us convinced that anyone who had ever done psychedelics loved it. Anyone who had not done psychedelics didn’t get it. That’s how we know we delivered on the psychedelia we were shooting for.
Lyrics
SHOOTING STAR (Skibbe)
© 2021, Coyote Tongue Music
Your lover boy is in the wind
You ain’t seen hide nor hair of him
You don’t think he’ll be back some day
That son of a bitch is MIA
They say love makes the world go ‘round
That don’t jibe with what I’ve found
It twists you up and breaks your heart
And you drift through space all alone like a shooting star
Y’all were thick as thieves for years
Shared your dreams, your hopes, your fears
You closed your eyes and he was everywhere
Now that son of a bitch ain’t there
They say love makes the world go ‘round
That don’t jibe with what I’ve found
It twists you up and breaks your heart
And you drift through space all alone like a shooting star
The moon is locked
In the earth’s embrace
A tidal dance
Showing just one face
But one day even
The moon will sail away
And pirouette all alone
Into space
Into space
Into space
Into space
So don’t pick through that pile of bones
Best leave that ghost well enough alone
Lay some flowers on his stone
That son of a bitch is gone, gone, gone
They say love makes the world go ‘round
That don’t jibe with what I’ve found
It twists you up and breaks your heart
And you drift through space all alone like a shooting star
You drift through space all alone like a shooting star
You drift through space all alone like a shooting star