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DAVID McKINNIS - SOLO
DAVID McKINNIS - SOLO
PRODUCED BY DAVID McKINNIS at Startsong Studios, Colorado Springs, Colorado, 1979. Music composition copyright 2026 McKinnis Music Legacy, LLC. Sound recording copyright 2026 AJP.
DAVID McKINNIS: Acoustic and electric guitars, keyboards, bass guitar, lead vocalsTOM GREGOR: Drums & percussionAARON JOHNSON: 12 string guitar, banjo, keyboards, orchestral arrangementsJEFF WAYNIK: Bass guitarSCOTT BLUMENREICH: Drums
DAVID McKINNIS: Acoustic and electric guitars, keyboards, bass guitar, lead vocalsTOM GREGOR: Drums & percussionAARON JOHNSON: 12 string guitar, banjo, keyboards, orchestral arrangementsJEFF WAYNIK: Bass guitarSCOTT BLUMENREICH: Drums
AGES
AGES
THE NIGHT
THE NIGHT
LIVING FOR A DREAM
LIVING FOR A DREAM
LIFE IS LIKE A MATCH
LIFE IS LIKE A MATCH
20th CENTURY MOUNTAIN MAN
20th CENTURY MOUNTAIN MAN
MASTERPIECE
MASTERPIECE
NOTHING BETTER TO DO
NOTHING BETTER TO DO
WORK SHMURK
WORK SHMURK
GOLFER'S ETUDE
GOLFER'S ETUDE
TO SAIL A CYLINDRICAL SEA
TO SAIL A CYLINDRICAL SEA
DAVID McKINNIS - SOLO LYRICS
DAVID McKINNIS - SOLO LYRICS
AGES
Riding the lanes, colors of change carry me back to distance unmade,Catching the wind, moving again, bury the fact of what there has beenTeeming the landscape with much greater need, meeting the blind rate of sky with the seaEndless devotion, escape emotion, creating towers, crushing the flowers
Passing the key, lifting the seed, brush away all, setting no one freeMorning of light, reshape the sight, hearing the call, rising from the nightFacing the life force, the sun shall not pass, taking the right course to the end of the castAll has the right face, suddenly showcased, leaving the silence, hoping for violins
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, bass, vocalsTom Gregor: Drums
THE NIGHT
Come to me in the dim firelight, this night we'll remember for the rest of our livesI'm lost completely when I feel you near, tonight we'll find the ways to shed our fears
As if tomorrow would never come, blend a light for each of us to share'Till the seeping light of dawn, spend this night without a careCloser, touching, spreading across a new life's watersWhispers, holding, living our lives to reach a new day
Only embers erupt in the bed, the firelight is dying after all that we've saidTime passes quick, it steals the light, I would always remember this single night
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, bass, piano, vocals
LIVING FOR A DREAM
Once I had a dream of love that'd last forever, a wish I saw fall incompleteOnce I had a dream, I journeyed into never, a part of life I've yet to meet
Behind the circle there's an endless line, arriving at rehearsal for the millionth timeShouting your lines out into the night, applause from the crowd makes it seem alright
But there's one thing you can be sure of, and it's waiting there insideIt's that smile of revelation, it's something you can't hideMake it or break it, it's hard to tell, fake it and take it and if you don't, well,You missed the bus buddy, following signs and saving your rhymesYou bit the dust honey, falling behind now you're making up time
Once I had a dream of kings and queens and mighty powers, of life that teems beneath the oceanIn distant time was hours, but all in all it doesn't seem important
Nor the winds of fortune nor upon cloud nine, will bring you around to the finish lineFollow the paths of instant whims, if it falls apart you get up and start again
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, bass, vocalsTom Gregor: Drums
LIFE IS LIKE A MATCH
The sun in the morning can often scorch your eyes as you take that step and to the left amid the tears and criesYou may think that it's the end when it's really the beginning but it happens to be one and the sameAnd you can make a big fuss if you really think you must and hope that someone else will take the blame
Life is like a match, you can only light it once, so don't be angry if it burns before you're throughYou can always grab another and try it again but remember you can't always be in tuneAnd you can even change your shoes
Your mind's simply made up, you can't afford a lie, walk out in the open, you have coffee on your tieIt seems as though the clock has stopped and no one cares if there's a burglar in the house or just a mouseThe trees are getting older and you think you should have told her that you're mad and that's what it's all about
Life is like a match, you can only light it once, so don't be angry if it burns before you're throughYou can always grab another and try it again but remember you can't always tie your shoesAnd you may even be in tune
This song's nearly over and nothing's happened yet, things aren't looking better but you haven't lost the betThe worst is probably over so you really shouldn't worry if you haven't got a place to stayOr you can stand up and shout and put yourself out and hope that someone else will save the day
Life is like a match, you can only light it once, so don't be angry if it burns before you're throughYou can always grab another and try it again but remember if you don't you may be in tuneOr you could even write the news
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, vocals
TWENTIETH CENTURY MOUNTAIN MAN
There's a man of the mountains that people seldom see, fewer still know his name.A man with no direction, from windswept white domains, a wilderness still untamed.Sitting in the bar room, T-bone steak to warm the night, the loner stares out at the snow.Another beer as night falls, one more look at the waitress before he moves on down the road.
Many say he has died a thousand deaths never tried, hard to believeThat a man so timeless could live so effortless in this century.
A legendary hero, a nightmare villain foe, it is said that he has killed.A double-barreled shotgun as an instrument of death, to right the wrongs or as he wills.
Twentieth century mountain man could it be that you're lonely?Do you really belong back in time's rusty song where you'll be free?
What destiny awaits this man? Will he disappear or die a lonely death in the snow?Will he be destroyed or live forever in our minds?Where does a man like him go?
Composed by Aaron Johnson & David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, vocalsAaron Johnson: 12 string guitar, keyboardsJeff Wayniik: BassScott Blumenriech: Drums
MASTERPIECEInstrumental - Actual title is Bugler's Dream, commonly known as the Winter Olympics Theme
Composed by Leon Noel ArnaudDavid McKinnis: GuitarsAaron Johnson: 12 string guitar, keyboardsJeff Wayniik: BassScott Blumenriech: Drums
NOTHING BETTER TO DO
The sky is blue, the clouds are white and the houses are slightly paisley,And there I was, a fish in the sea, wearing bifocals and a suit of tweedContinental drift is where it's at, and eating stone-hard daisies.And then a crab approached me asking about a guarantee on his new summer home in the Baltic sea.
And a boy rings the churchbell in the square, singing bing bong bing bong bing bong bing bongMaking a racket and a goddamn blade said take him away and cut his hairAnd all the window panes sat and stared. They sat and stared
Lock the doors, shut out the lights, a pigme and his friends are at the doorPut down your axes, chains and knives and let the dance be longFor the pigmes are here with their magic harps to play a simple song-hit it!
And a boy rings a square bell in the church, as he checked his square he saw he wasn't levelAnd the window panes stood and gave a cheer, proclaiming there was ice cream and free beer.
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, bass, vocalsTom Gregor: Percussion, Horn
WORK SHMURK
This is a song for Monday, always a long and dull daySometimes exceptions to the rule will often make me look like a foolWork on a Monday is cruel, the weekend was fun but it flew!
But you don't have to worry, cause you get up at five and you can let out a sighYou don't have to worry, and if it takes the cake it's everyone's fate
You don't have to look at it my way, you have my attention in your sayGive me a theory and a plan for this problem that plagues every manI really don't think you can, it's just like the wolf and the lamb
But you don't have to worry, cause you get up at five and you can let out a sighYou don't have to worry, and if it takes the cake it's everyone's fate-yeah!
Commuting today on the subway, reading reviews on a bad playGreeting the fools that you meet, business appointments to keepWhite collar workers are neat, get up and you might lose you seat - you might lose your seat!
You're giving yourself an ulcer - yes you are! - I can tell that you're losing your colorLiving for your weekends of rest, yes you're really surviving the testYou've got yourself into a mess, the doctor said move to the west
But you don't have to worry, cause you get up at five and you can let out a sighYou don't have to worry, and if it takes the cake it's everyone's fate-yeah!
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, bass, vocalsAaron Johnson: Banjo
GOLFER'S ETUDE'
Out to play their morning game, let the boss win and earn their fameIn rain and sleet you'll see'em go, they'll even play in the snow.Knocking little white balls around the grassAfter a hard day it's back to the club house to laugh and get smashedLose a big deal on one single putIt never really was a game of luck.
Oh, eighteen holes my oh my, a doctor's appointment on the back nine,Be at tee-off at nine o'clock, it's Arnold Palmer's future shock, yes it's Arnold Palmer's future shock
Keeping their scores five under par, great exercise riding in their cartsStuck in the sand make a fool of yourself but when no one is looking you can give it some helpIn the rough they break their clubsIf you don't have the bucks to pay for a memershipThey're happy to give you the snub.It's a crazy life that's for sure.And course to course if you're on a tour.
Clubs and irons is what you need, they're very upset when they see a weedScream and yell when they want more and relaxation is what the game's for
Knocking little white balls around the grassAfter a hard day it's back to the club house to laugh and get smashedLose a big deal on one single putIt never really was a game of luck.
Oh, eighteen holes my oh my, a doctor's appointment on the back nine,Be at tee-off at nine o'clock, it's Arnold Palmer's future shock, yes it's Arnold Palmer's future shock
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, vocals
TO SAIL A CYLINDRICAL SEA
Cylinder in space, you are beautiful as your lands form around me, take me by the hand to sail your sea
Six points in the south oh what can they be? I wish I could fly there on a dragonflyDown on your metal plains, three suns to give light,A cylindrical sea but no gods are in sight.
Down from the stars you came to us, producing a fear that maybe a light from afar could explain our Christ Whoa!
But to find new life is our quest, though you found usSo we'll sail your seas and fly in your skiesAnd what we find, we probably won't know what to do with it.
We might destroy something wonderful like men did before...whoa!
So we'll leave you now in your dark emptiness to use our sun and go freeNo gods did we find or life of the sortThat could bring us any misery.
Cylinder in space you are beautiful, you were our hope and a key, and one thing I know I'll think back to is everything you did in three.
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: GuitarsAaron Johnson: Keyboards, orchestral arrangementJeff Wayniik: BassScott Blumenriech: Drums
Riding the lanes, colors of change carry me back to distance unmade,Catching the wind, moving again, bury the fact of what there has beenTeeming the landscape with much greater need, meeting the blind rate of sky with the seaEndless devotion, escape emotion, creating towers, crushing the flowers
Passing the key, lifting the seed, brush away all, setting no one freeMorning of light, reshape the sight, hearing the call, rising from the nightFacing the life force, the sun shall not pass, taking the right course to the end of the castAll has the right face, suddenly showcased, leaving the silence, hoping for violins
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, bass, vocalsTom Gregor: Drums
THE NIGHT
Come to me in the dim firelight, this night we'll remember for the rest of our livesI'm lost completely when I feel you near, tonight we'll find the ways to shed our fears
As if tomorrow would never come, blend a light for each of us to share'Till the seeping light of dawn, spend this night without a careCloser, touching, spreading across a new life's watersWhispers, holding, living our lives to reach a new day
Only embers erupt in the bed, the firelight is dying after all that we've saidTime passes quick, it steals the light, I would always remember this single night
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, bass, piano, vocals
LIVING FOR A DREAM
Once I had a dream of love that'd last forever, a wish I saw fall incompleteOnce I had a dream, I journeyed into never, a part of life I've yet to meet
Behind the circle there's an endless line, arriving at rehearsal for the millionth timeShouting your lines out into the night, applause from the crowd makes it seem alright
But there's one thing you can be sure of, and it's waiting there insideIt's that smile of revelation, it's something you can't hideMake it or break it, it's hard to tell, fake it and take it and if you don't, well,You missed the bus buddy, following signs and saving your rhymesYou bit the dust honey, falling behind now you're making up time
Once I had a dream of kings and queens and mighty powers, of life that teems beneath the oceanIn distant time was hours, but all in all it doesn't seem important
Nor the winds of fortune nor upon cloud nine, will bring you around to the finish lineFollow the paths of instant whims, if it falls apart you get up and start again
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, bass, vocalsTom Gregor: Drums
LIFE IS LIKE A MATCH
The sun in the morning can often scorch your eyes as you take that step and to the left amid the tears and criesYou may think that it's the end when it's really the beginning but it happens to be one and the sameAnd you can make a big fuss if you really think you must and hope that someone else will take the blame
Life is like a match, you can only light it once, so don't be angry if it burns before you're throughYou can always grab another and try it again but remember you can't always be in tuneAnd you can even change your shoes
Your mind's simply made up, you can't afford a lie, walk out in the open, you have coffee on your tieIt seems as though the clock has stopped and no one cares if there's a burglar in the house or just a mouseThe trees are getting older and you think you should have told her that you're mad and that's what it's all about
Life is like a match, you can only light it once, so don't be angry if it burns before you're throughYou can always grab another and try it again but remember you can't always tie your shoesAnd you may even be in tune
This song's nearly over and nothing's happened yet, things aren't looking better but you haven't lost the betThe worst is probably over so you really shouldn't worry if you haven't got a place to stayOr you can stand up and shout and put yourself out and hope that someone else will save the day
Life is like a match, you can only light it once, so don't be angry if it burns before you're throughYou can always grab another and try it again but remember if you don't you may be in tuneOr you could even write the news
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, vocals
TWENTIETH CENTURY MOUNTAIN MAN
There's a man of the mountains that people seldom see, fewer still know his name.A man with no direction, from windswept white domains, a wilderness still untamed.Sitting in the bar room, T-bone steak to warm the night, the loner stares out at the snow.Another beer as night falls, one more look at the waitress before he moves on down the road.
Many say he has died a thousand deaths never tried, hard to believeThat a man so timeless could live so effortless in this century.
A legendary hero, a nightmare villain foe, it is said that he has killed.A double-barreled shotgun as an instrument of death, to right the wrongs or as he wills.
Twentieth century mountain man could it be that you're lonely?Do you really belong back in time's rusty song where you'll be free?
What destiny awaits this man? Will he disappear or die a lonely death in the snow?Will he be destroyed or live forever in our minds?Where does a man like him go?
Composed by Aaron Johnson & David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, vocalsAaron Johnson: 12 string guitar, keyboardsJeff Wayniik: BassScott Blumenriech: Drums
MASTERPIECEInstrumental - Actual title is Bugler's Dream, commonly known as the Winter Olympics Theme
Composed by Leon Noel ArnaudDavid McKinnis: GuitarsAaron Johnson: 12 string guitar, keyboardsJeff Wayniik: BassScott Blumenriech: Drums
NOTHING BETTER TO DO
The sky is blue, the clouds are white and the houses are slightly paisley,And there I was, a fish in the sea, wearing bifocals and a suit of tweedContinental drift is where it's at, and eating stone-hard daisies.And then a crab approached me asking about a guarantee on his new summer home in the Baltic sea.
And a boy rings the churchbell in the square, singing bing bong bing bong bing bong bing bongMaking a racket and a goddamn blade said take him away and cut his hairAnd all the window panes sat and stared. They sat and stared
Lock the doors, shut out the lights, a pigme and his friends are at the doorPut down your axes, chains and knives and let the dance be longFor the pigmes are here with their magic harps to play a simple song-hit it!
And a boy rings a square bell in the church, as he checked his square he saw he wasn't levelAnd the window panes stood and gave a cheer, proclaiming there was ice cream and free beer.
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, bass, vocalsTom Gregor: Percussion, Horn
WORK SHMURK
This is a song for Monday, always a long and dull daySometimes exceptions to the rule will often make me look like a foolWork on a Monday is cruel, the weekend was fun but it flew!
But you don't have to worry, cause you get up at five and you can let out a sighYou don't have to worry, and if it takes the cake it's everyone's fate
You don't have to look at it my way, you have my attention in your sayGive me a theory and a plan for this problem that plagues every manI really don't think you can, it's just like the wolf and the lamb
But you don't have to worry, cause you get up at five and you can let out a sighYou don't have to worry, and if it takes the cake it's everyone's fate-yeah!
Commuting today on the subway, reading reviews on a bad playGreeting the fools that you meet, business appointments to keepWhite collar workers are neat, get up and you might lose you seat - you might lose your seat!
You're giving yourself an ulcer - yes you are! - I can tell that you're losing your colorLiving for your weekends of rest, yes you're really surviving the testYou've got yourself into a mess, the doctor said move to the west
But you don't have to worry, cause you get up at five and you can let out a sighYou don't have to worry, and if it takes the cake it's everyone's fate-yeah!
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, bass, vocalsAaron Johnson: Banjo
GOLFER'S ETUDE'
Out to play their morning game, let the boss win and earn their fameIn rain and sleet you'll see'em go, they'll even play in the snow.Knocking little white balls around the grassAfter a hard day it's back to the club house to laugh and get smashedLose a big deal on one single putIt never really was a game of luck.
Oh, eighteen holes my oh my, a doctor's appointment on the back nine,Be at tee-off at nine o'clock, it's Arnold Palmer's future shock, yes it's Arnold Palmer's future shock
Keeping their scores five under par, great exercise riding in their cartsStuck in the sand make a fool of yourself but when no one is looking you can give it some helpIn the rough they break their clubsIf you don't have the bucks to pay for a memershipThey're happy to give you the snub.It's a crazy life that's for sure.And course to course if you're on a tour.
Clubs and irons is what you need, they're very upset when they see a weedScream and yell when they want more and relaxation is what the game's for
Knocking little white balls around the grassAfter a hard day it's back to the club house to laugh and get smashedLose a big deal on one single putIt never really was a game of luck.
Oh, eighteen holes my oh my, a doctor's appointment on the back nine,Be at tee-off at nine o'clock, it's Arnold Palmer's future shock, yes it's Arnold Palmer's future shock
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: Guitars, vocals
TO SAIL A CYLINDRICAL SEA
Cylinder in space, you are beautiful as your lands form around me, take me by the hand to sail your sea
Six points in the south oh what can they be? I wish I could fly there on a dragonflyDown on your metal plains, three suns to give light,A cylindrical sea but no gods are in sight.
Down from the stars you came to us, producing a fear that maybe a light from afar could explain our Christ Whoa!
But to find new life is our quest, though you found usSo we'll sail your seas and fly in your skiesAnd what we find, we probably won't know what to do with it.
We might destroy something wonderful like men did before...whoa!
So we'll leave you now in your dark emptiness to use our sun and go freeNo gods did we find or life of the sortThat could bring us any misery.
Cylinder in space you are beautiful, you were our hope and a key, and one thing I know I'll think back to is everything you did in three.
Composed by David McKinnisDavid McKinnis: GuitarsAaron Johnson: Keyboards, orchestral arrangementJeff Wayniik: BassScott Blumenriech: Drums
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