Each drop of ink on this "in your hand" album is hand-crafted with so much love! Flip through the 20-pg booklet to read the lyrics and see pictures of recording sessions, vintage slides from Wiley's travels, rare photographs, production details, and a giant list of "thank you's".
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Written in Santa Monica, CA. 1970 - 2013 Atlanta, GA.
lyrics
(refrain)
Everybody’s lookin’ for an answer
Lookin’ for somethin’ that rings a bell
Searchin’ for the truth, a cure for cancer.
Tryin’ to make a sick world well.
Well, mankind is runnin’ sightless
like a chicken with its head cut off
Tryin’ to squeeze the blood from a stone.
Thinkin’ from his pocketbook
not listening to his heart.
Forgetting that the cure
begins at home in his own yard.
Weeds are growin’. So is graft.
The bubble’s about to burst.
Minds are blowing, getting drafty
to fit in with the worst.
Someone call a nurse...or a hearse.
Yeah!
(Repeat refrain.)
Everybody’s lookin’, lookin’ for an answer.
Everybody’s lookin’, lookin’ for a, lookin’ for a Well, well, well, well, well.
Well, he’s lookin’ to heaven like Chicken Little waitin’ for the sky to fall
And the Saviour floatin’ down
upon a cloud.
Would the Second Coming be like that or not like that at all?
Or would flying without a license be allowed...by the F.A.A.?
There’s nothing we can say
that’ll change what’s really true.
The truth is one though it may be seen from many points of view,
One for me and you, and you, and you.
Please understand that
I believe that we can make it
With the help of God. Knock on wood!
If you find the pathway go on take it
Leading to world brotherhood.
Well, stretch your hands out
to your neighbor
Ye are the leaves of one big tree
And the drops of one big ocean
The ocean of humanity.
Eternity. Eternity.
Eternity. Eterni – tee, tee, tee, tee, tee, tee, tee, dee, tee
credits
from Unveiled,
released September 9, 2013
Words and music by Wiley Rinaldi
Produced, engineered, and mixed by Daniel Badí Rinaldi at the Center for Audio Recording Arts of Georgia State University, Atlanta, Georgia, USA. October 2012-May 2013
Fiddle recorded in Victor Allard’s dining room, Castelnau-Durban, France
Mouth effects and toothbrushing recorded in Nathan’s bedroom, Carrboro, North Carolina, USA
Guitar and intro vocals recorded at R. Gregory Shaw’s “studio” (and wife’s sewing room), Scrabble, West Virginia, USA
Banjo recorded at Keith Bartlett’s Music Studio: North Battleford, Saskatchewan, CANADA
Mastered by Nev Walker in Marietta, Georgia, USA
Wiley Rinaldi: vocals, guitar
Daniel Badí Rinaldi: background vocals
Keith Bartlett: banjo
George Bell: percussion
Matt Boehnlein: guitars
Aaron Futch: upright bass
Phoebe Parros: fiddle
R. Gregory Shaw: guitar, spoken intro
Nathan Shepherd: mouth effects, toothbrushing
Art Weiss: drum set
