Doctor Special plays songs from their Far Out album (and others) at the Heavy Anchor, March 26, 2026, Saint Louis, MO.
Here's the video playlist:
The band, left to right:
From the album Hocus Pocus
Words and Music by Billy Dechand
© 1998 Bucktooth Music (ASCAP)
I know birds sing, and why
Because they fly, it's so fine
Who should know better than they
Who really try
Back there you hear
Far-flung euphoria falls from before your ears
Burr that don't mumble sits dark on the mountains
It makes a blind spot night
Very near you heard
Fifteen horn from two miles away like snowfall
Born to rear the greatest weight: Anticipation
Leaders and ledgers may someday pen
An open ear
The call will burn your eyes
Cross-tracks town the sounds glorious
Sunspots follow twists and turn
Foresights blind
Very near you heard
Fifteen horn from two miles away like snowfall
Born to rear the greatest weight: Anticipation
Leaders and ledgers may someday pen
An open ear
From the album Down
Words and music by Billy Dechand
© 2018 Bucktooth Music (ASCAP)
Intro: ||: A5, FM7/A :||
Verse: | D Bm | G G9 | D Bm | G G9 | C D | D Bm | C D | D G |
Chorus: ||: CM7 | G :||: A5 | % -- :|| or ||: CM7 | G :||: A5 | F |
Oh, so this is our station
We know where to go
What lies beyond temptation
I trust you already know
I won't let you down
I'm a fool for most any whim
If you jump I'll fall
It’s easy
Down
Take me down
You can take me down
Take me all the way down
Down!
It's simple when it's pure
I can give you everything you ask for
If I drop my guard
It should be easy
Down...
Stay and miss your flight
Cast away all reason
No need to resist
Take it easy
Down...
From the album Down
Words and music by Billy Dechand
© 2018 Bucktooth Music (ASCAP)
This is the first of many song lyrics pages I'm publishing. I'll do it in dribs and drabs, so don't hold your breath. Eventually they'll end up on my master list of compositions.
||: D G D G D G Bb :|| E Bb E
Verse and chorus chords are the same; they just change at a different rate.
So, today is another day
How to wake when woke seems broken
Oh, day is breaking
How much to make when broke means taking
Gonna live my live alive... and love
Gonna live my live alive... and love
Oh, season’s changing
Evening cries, rising tides
No, no denying
Kindness is what we find
It's why we try
Gonna live my live alive... and love
Billy talks about a classic book, Light in August, by William Faulkner. An American masterpiece, really. Racism and sexism and ignorance and hate fit together seamlessly. Why?
This is genuine literature, so it's demanding, but also a page-turner.
While he watches her with that despair of all men in the presence of female tears, she begins to cry. She sits upright, the child at her breast, crying, not loud and not hard, but with a patient and hopeless abjectness, not hiding her face. “And you worry me about if I said No or not and I already said No and you worry me and worry me and now he is already gone. I will never see him again.” And he sits there, and she bows her head at last, and he rises and stands over her with his hand on her bowed head, thinking Thank God, God help me. Thank God, God help me.
Thanks again to the Saint Louis Public Library. Support your local library!
Billy reviews a fantasy book, Elantris, by Brandon Sanderson. A shining city has fallen, and its formerly godlike population are damned. Why?
Thanks again to the Saint Louis Public Library. Support your local library!