Reel Recordings (1978​-​2014)

by David Edward Walker

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      $12 USD  or more

     

  • Full Digital Discography

    Get all 4 David Edward Walker releases available on Bandcamp and save 30%.

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Reel Recordings (1978-2014), Roadside Park, Refusing to View, and Summoning the Possible (Baha'i Songs of Spirit). , and , .

      $33.60 USD or more (30% OFF)

     

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.

about

These rediscovered gems have never been released for public ears. Only "Joshua Maiden" was recorded in a studio. The remainder were laid down live in a basement, a closet, or the garage.

credits

released July 8, 2017

Produced and recorded by David Edward Walker.

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

David Edward Walker Seattle, Washington

"With a style that encompasses urban and rural images, rich metaphors, spiritual themes, moving ballads, and ambitious fingerstyle guitar work, David Edward Walker (aka 'David Folks') is a singer-songwriter with special ability to reach listeners on an emotional level."
~ Music Hound,
The Essential Folk Album Guide

"Spilled poetic love." ~ Dirty Linen

"Folk Hero."
~Detroit Monthly
... more

contact / help

Contact David Edward Walker

Streaming and
Download help

Track Name: Any Good (1978)
When you said you didn't need me,
I felt a throbbing in my soul.
I thought that I'd messed up an interview
Or lost a movie role.
Then you said that you still loved me
But you wondered how you could
While I was laying tortures down upon me
And didn't feel I was any good
But was I any good?

I would take any good for a reason
Just to understand you now
I think I'm worth more to myself
Than you tend to allow
Allow me through...

You say that you're confused
You don't know what you want of me
I say love is hard and nasty
And it can't come for free.
And as you say you don't want
That kind of responsibility
You can't deny that you love me
And how long that love has stood.
Was it for any good?

I would take any good for a reason
Just to understand you now
I think I'm worth more to myself
Than you tend to allow
Allow me through...

To you...

Allow me back through to you...
Track Name: Opening My Hand (2014)
Sacred are these days we have
although we know them not,
they're like strangers who have passed our time
with stories we forgot
or seedlings we neglect to plant
or waves that won’t subside
who by their presence seem to say:
be glad to be alive.

And yet hunger drives us ever on
Consumed by our desires.
We feel the coldness at our backs
more than the warming fire,
lit by moments that are passing now
impermanent as wind
with flames so hot, we burn with fear
of trying to begin.

But oh to begin, begin,
I’m feeling my hand open my friend
with all that I was and all that I am
I’m breaking away
well before the rainbow’s end
all the time I have left
I’ve decided to spend
just opening my hand

You can feel your heart exploding forth
with the blood fed by your breath.
Each moment you are alive to now
should contrast with your death.
All that we love and seek dissolves
yet forever are we born;
between pleasures sought and peacefulness
are wandering hearts are torn.

So to this suffering yearning
lost, we may feel we have been tricked
by the cruelties that are done to us
or the cruelties we inflict.
Competing for some golden ring
or for just one hour more
bitterness in our offerings
while beggars pass our door.

But oh to begin, begin,
I’m feeling my hand open my friend
with all that I was and all that I am
I’m breaking away
well before the rainbow’s end
all the time I have left
I’ve decided to spend
just opening my hand
Track Name: Wrong Way to Show It Too (1992)
I would walk across the water for you
If I thought that you would change.
If I really do not matter to you,
Why do you act so strange?

The sun might burn me easily,
But still I only stare,
Wondering where you've gone to now
When even the dogs beware

Of the wrong way to show it too.

Your voice is like a stalk of wheat
Gone dead in the heat of drought.
Are you really trying to act so sweet?
Is that what you're about?

And am I here to wish you well
And hanging by a thread
Between dreams you won't admit to now
And a walk amongst the dead

With the wrong way to show it too?

A Sunday morning christening
And a phone call from the moon.
You might just be that far away,
Like the echo of a loon.

I mourn the summer never known
In a year that never passed
On a day I never spent with you
We both knew would be our last

And the wrong way to show it too.
Track Name: Teaching the Blues (1982)
I've been teachin' the blues
I've been teachin' the blues
I've been teachin' the blues
I've been teachin' the blues to you
Blues was somethin' you already knew
I've been teachin'
I've been teachin' the blues

I've been explainin' the blues
I've been explainin' the blues
I've been explainin' the blues
I've been explainin' the blues
Tryin' to give you the word
Blues was somethin' you already heard
I've been explainin'
I've been explainin' the blues

I'd tell you more but the cat has got my tongue
I'd tell you more but the cat has got my tongue
I'd tell you more than you're tellin' me
You got the blues so you already see
Learnin' blues is easy by anyone
Track Name: North Star (2011)
Bulletstopper at the edge of action
Charlie Foxtrot, balls to four
FOAD, eleven-bravo
Camels on fire and near your door

“Bum fuck Egypt,” says the pig handler,
“Let’s bug out to the rear with our gear.
Im-shee, im-shee, I’m going ape shit.
I’m popping smoke and out of here.”

Balls to walls in this total TARFU
Hurry up and wait, and bohica too
“WTF, over, what now do we do?
Un-ass the AO: we’re long overdue!”

May the North Star
Shining like an angel flare
Shield you to the FOB
The North Star
Cure the thousand-mile stare
Beltway clerks don’t have to see
We can’t stop this sand
By pissing in the breeze
Or defend the land
By walking on our knees
And everything we think we are
Lies in following that guiding star
Let’s bring ‘em home

Full battle rattle, wish you were POG
Go tell the chaplain, back to the world and free
It’s boogie dark here, trying to get up again
O dark 30, down range, and sucking wind

May the North Star
Shining like an angel flare
Shield you to the FOB
The North Star
Cure the thousand-mile stare
Beltway clerks don’t have to see
We can’t stop this sand
By pissing in the breeze
Or defend the land
By walking on our knees
And everything we think we are
Lies in following that guiding star
Let’s bring ‘em home
Track Name: Three Sins of Lancelot (1985)
I thought of you when the leaves were changing
when I was changing
you entered my dreams
arranging
sitting next to her
you introduced me as your best friend
a bit of irony (perhaps) which you did not intend

well, I caught the silent glance that signaled
the forming crust of frost
upon the panes of glass between us
moments murdered that were our empty commerce
but now forced like hope
between lines of tragic verse

written by the King of Sorrows
with a chest of gold tomorrows
whose court is empty and barren
with none to rule who for a time was
entertained by this one captive
first a knight, then a knave, then just a fool

unhappy freedom from trying so hard to please you
but freedom still takes me through this veil of tears
with food enough to nourish through the winter
better than our friendship did through the years

And every seventh season,
like a plague upon my crop
you telephone and write a card
and I wish that you would stop
well, there's nothing to be gained by this bold adventure
but my harsh memory of your censure

The many silent months that passed so slowly by
the wind against me blew a woodchip into my eye
and I do not cry for drunken summers
asleep on your front lawn,
or inside your father’s auto
as he left for work at dawn –
too much hashish and tequila
too much jazz and poetry
without which
unsedated
I would have surely seen
that this court was empty

None to worship and adore you
You became a silent vision
Lancelot has gone insane
by betrayal and indecision
and he's left to walk the world alone
as a caricature of need
and his pull is very strong on me
but so are the hurts that made me bleed

And I do not make friends with men easily
mistrusting trust, but a few can be with me
who do not yearn to seduce my woman
or betray me in some other way
or enact their noble thoughts and deeds
while hiding hate that may have made
the bonds between us more true
the secret anger
the secret anger
that grew in you

Three sins did Lancelot commit
and visit on his friend
his lust, broken trust, and no words
for friendship's end
Track Name: Joshua Maiden (1991)
My name is Joshua Maiden
I am a Navajo man
in the ways of my fathers
I once lived off of this land
My children have grown white
they no longer let me roam
I am the penned-in stallion
inside the old folks home
so I sing to buy my supper
of caring human hands
that touch with hesitation
like I am half a man

Bless me, powers of the four winds
White corn, make me whole
Yellow corn, call my lover’s spirit
Take me where the fluted grass still rolls

My name is Joshua Maiden
I was born in 1895
and I have sucked upon the pebbles of this earth
when she gave me no rain to keep me alive
My children are in the city
they do not see me for I am blind
the nurses hear me chant and wonder
what songs of drama might lurk behind

Bless me, powers of the four winds
White corn, make me whole
Yellow corn, call my lover’s spirit
Take me where the fluted grass still rolls

My name is Joshua Maiden
I grew up poor but I filled out proud
my withered hands curl
my eyes grow wide
my toothless grin spreads
and I sing out loud
My children see me old and hopeless
my buckskin split
I’m going to make my deathwalk soon
but I am far away from this sleepy tied-down stupor
I crouch and pick the scent up
on a lone hunter’s noon

Bless me powers of the four winds
White corn, make me whole
Yellow corn, call my lover’s spirit
Take me where the fluted grass still rolls
Track Name: In the Willow - First Climb (1998)
“I’m going up,” I said. “Will you stand by to catch me?”
“I cannot look,” you said. “You’ll fall.”
Soon the branch was bending low, and you’re shouting:
“You haven’t thought this through at all!
What will your mother think when you are cold and broken?
She tried to tell you to take care!
Your father, if anyone, told you to deliberate.
Consider all you do and beware!”

But in the willow, I felt the wind sifting through my hair.
I watched the branches swing apart as I stood there.
A black crow cried: “Human beings should not fly!”
But I pulled myself forward with fear closely by,
And softly I whispered to spirits on high:

“Oh I . . . I’ll touch the sky.
I’ll touch the sky!”

The bark was green and oozed a slippery sap when wounded
My heels tried to shimmy just a little more
"I hope you'll recall I told you so," you shouted,
"When you're lying there close to death's door."
The next branch I grabbed was rotted through and cracking
For a moment's breath, I had no hold,
But grabbing the tree around the trunk and laughing,
I shouted, "Fate only rewards the bold!"

And in the willow, I felt the wind sifting through my hair.
I watched the branches swing apart as I stood there.
A black crow cried: “Human beings should not fly!”
But I pulled myself forward with fear closely by,
And softly I whispered to spirits on high:

“Oh I . . . I’ll touch the sky.
I’ll touch the sky!”
Track Name: Childhood's End (1984)
When I was a little boy
I played in fallow fields
And winds like this blew cotton clouds
Above the ground on which I kneeled
I knew no want or hunger
Although I didn't have as much
I knew of love no sweeter
Than my sweet mother's touch
I had few friends to call my own
Yet who I had were such
That I recall them again and again

Before childhood's end.

Then suddenly my world fell down
My clothes no longer fit
I came into a cold grey dawn
I was told that this is it
You'll fight for what you should have
And you never will arrive
Instead of feeling happy
You better struggle just to survive
And every day you'll battle with
Just so you can feel alive
Like you did, my friend,

Before childhood's end.

So now that I am all grown up
I'm free to take my place
Become one of my boyhood dreams
And join the human race
But racing for more marbles
Or for a bigger toy
Reminds me of my younger days
When I was just a boy
And maybe of all things I seek
I just want to find the past again
Blustery blue and fallow fields

Before childhood's end.
Track Name: Signals (1978)
Signals, I receive each time I turn
Elements burst into my life and burn

I'm a crystal vase longing to be filled
I'm a soldier in my battlefield,
Waiting to be drilled

I'm a catalyst,
The apocalypse

But I don't understand my own miracles
Or there part in this

Am I just living to die,
Dying to live
Or living to cry?

What does it take to be man enough?
Do you build a pension plan of stored-up love?

Do you cover all the bases with the
Shrewdness of your sexuality?

And filter rudeness through excuses
Of individuality?

When can you ever get angry,
And who will bear the cost of it?

Do you bury it all inside
Or save it for those you've lost with it?

Well, the Spirit of 'God'
Cannot want to help those
Who serve only their Selves.

They will come to nothing but destruction
In self-made, private hell.

I've been waiting for someone to come
Forward without bloodstains
Then I stop and look at the blood on my own hands.

I hold myself responsible - probably too much -
But I can see
The pain of wisdom murdered by the knife
Of the past
What put me in this situation of Eternity

And how long can my education last?

I am nothing
I am everything
Even the sun and stars

A grain of sand
And the noise at bars
A silver coin that bribed the guards
That saw the death and birth of God

Why don't you ask what you are?
Your cynicism makes me love you/hate you
Despite knowing how you never thought
About anybody but yourself
And everyone else?

Well, we're all in this dream together

You have to bring yourself home
To the spirit of righteous good
Find the symbol that you stand for
From where you stood