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Traveller

by Julia Ecklar

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There's something that I feel at niqht That sometimes lasts till dawn. I don't understand what it does to me To make me feel so wrong. But it has to do with when I live And the people I'm supposed to know Aad why I feel so all alone And why I feel that I must go. But no journey here can take me To the place where I belong. The end of my road is another Time, So far away and long. And I left Time not behind me, But before me yet to be. Still my Time is far beyond me In a future I'll not see. But for what reasons am I lost And forced to live alone In a Time three hundred years before I'll know and see my home? No memory brings it back to me On some cold, cold long night, For the Time in which my heart belongs Was never in my sight. Still I sense a friend who's far away From where I live and be. And I wonder, though I am without him, Will he live without me? For though I'm here for reasons I may never understand, In some future life, may I return To my unknown homeland? When I am gone, the mark I leave Must push us one step more. For, but for those of us lost in Time, This world would be so poor. Oh, future dreams from future minds Are the only thing that lets us fly. But future minds dreams of future nights, When, home again, they never have to cry.
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The tears I feel today I'll wait to shed tomorrow, Though I'll not sleep this night Nor find surcease from sorrow, My eyes must keep their sight; I dare not be tear-blinded, I must be free to talk Not choked with grief, clear-minded. My mouth cannot betray The anguish that I know, Yes, I'll keep my tears for later: But my grief will never go.
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Tribbles 03:46
The silent nights get lonely, The daydreams go away. I'm left with only night dreams And little left to say. My quarters, dark and empty, A fortress made of glass, Seems shattered all too For I'm up to my ass in Tribbles every place but here; Their voices fill the air! Their little furry faces gaze At you from everywhere. So far they've caused a major brawl, A Trader's suicide; The Klingons cleared this quadrant Because they're on our side. Now as Captain, I am quite obliged To suffer this with cheer, But after just one baby boom The bridge is never clear of Tribbles in the engine room -- Poor Scotty's at wits end. Just when we think we've found the last, They reproduce again! They're eating all our food, our clothes, Cosmetics, lubricants, The turbo-lifts are choked with Little uncles, little aunts. There's nowhere we can run to That isn't overrun; They always come in families -- There's no such thing as one! Now Spock is trying very hard To study them his best, He keeps requesting more When all we want are less. Tribbles in our toiletries (In our toilets as well). And if I had God's power I would damn the lot to... well... A life of sweet sterility As key chains, powder puffs, As doorknob warmers, catnip toys, Pin cushions, false fur cuffs. But life is back at half-light speed, We're back on normal course. The tribbles have been mailed away (To the Klingons' great remorse). But 'neath my pillow, late at night I feel a tuft of fur. Just as I think, "Oh, God! It can't be!" I hear the tell tale purr of Tribbles! Will they ever leave? Oh, can we ever win? It's really just beginning When I thought it was the end.
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Eulogy 02:44
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Homecoming 04:38
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After so long, Guess I shouldn't complain; There's always sunshine, And not ever rain. There's no neighbors shouting At night when I'm home, And I'm left completely alone. Silence is golden When you're in a crowd, But silent aloneness Is silent out loud. Aloneness is cherished Where men can't run free, But no more aloneness for me. The nighttime stars whisper And cry in their sleep. They want me to join them, To share what they keep. They shine and they sparkle, And weep just for me. They call me to beckon; I know it can't be. For silently lonely, No friend by my side, No virtue to cling to, Not even my pride, I stand in the star's light And gaze toward my home. Can a man die from being alone?
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Born in the belly of a rocket ship, As from Terra it did fly. His first cries drowned by the engines' roar, In no cradle did he lie. He'd hit Santarra by the time he was four, GalHydin when he was nine. Born as a spaceman in a spaceman's bed, And as a spaceman he would die. He learned every course that a ship could take, Found a few more on the side. He learned new tricks every stop they'd make; With the engines he would ride. A spacer's pride was his swagger stick, And his pride knew that he could survive. He lived as a spaceman since the day he was born And as a spaceman he would die. They headed for Diversa in his trading years When he'd just turned thirty-four. The captain planned on a mighty pay After running a load of ore. The engine room gave him all they had, But the captain ordered more. They pumped 'em up to their hottest gain Just to hear the rockets roar. Five hundred miles 'bove the planet's ground, The engines died away. The captain called, "We need power now Or we'll all die today!" The spaceman said, "All the boys are dead And I'm not far behind. We've pulled much more than she's meant to take, and the baffles have blown wide." The captain said, "Well, do something man!" And the Spaceman smiled wide/ "'cept hold the plates down with my bare hands, We can't do nothing but enjoy the ride." But the ground flew up with destructive speed, And the Spaceman knew his mind He couldn't sit in the engine room And wait for his friends to die So he turned and he put his hand inside Where the engines used to glow He found the plates and he held 'em fast: "to quit's no way to go!" And the rocket shook with a mighty roar And the engines they did cry. And the Spaceman smiled in the engine's glow. For as a spaceman he would die. They found the boys in the engine room; By their stations they did lie. The spaceman with his hands on a baffle plate Was still sitting where he'd died. They took them out, gave them to the stars; Not a single spaceman cried. For spacemen in the stars do live, And in the stars they long to die The Spaceman's life for his men did give, And the stars would let him lie He lived as a spaceman from the day he was born, And as a spaceman, he did die.
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One microphone, one guitar, one voice

Forty years ago, Julia Ecklar and a handful of dedicated friends gathered for a day of intimate recording in one of their homes.

This album features 17 of Julia's rarest and earliest works, recorded in her teenage years. We've reprinted this one by popular request from her most fervent fans.

Please listen to a few tracks, and make sure you know what you're buying — nobody was a professional when this album was recorded!

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released January 21, 1981

Recording Engineer: Clyde Jones
Media Transfer: Scott Dorsey (Kludge Audio)
Digital Remastering: Adam C. Puche
Project Coordination: Eli Goldberg
Cover Illustration: Todd Hamilton
Package Design: Richard Leeds / Big Wig Design

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