

I was hanging out with my band. We're called the Miracle 3. Well, that is, they're called the Miracle 3. I'm called Steve Wynn. Always have been. Anyway, we were hanging out in a diner in the wee hours sometime after one of the 500 or so gigs we'd played together since the 21st Century began. We had already talked about the show, the choice of songs on the radio station, how many orders of fries would do for the table. That kind of stuff. That led us to heavier things like where we would record the next album. Ideas were kicked around. New Orleans, Singapore, Helsinki, Cleveland, my living room.
"Why don't we just go back to Tucson," I asked.
Now, Tucson was where we had made our last couple of albums. And those records--"Here Come the Miracles" and "Static Transmission" respectively--had kicked up a bit of a fuss. They were seen as my--oh, I dunno--fifth or sixth comeback, resuscitation from the dead since I made "The Days of Wine and Roses" with my old band the Dream Syndicate back in 1982. There was gold in them thar hills and I wanted to go back and dig for more. I liked the idea of putting an exclamation point on what would turn out to be some kind of Desert Trilogy.
But if Miracles was cocky, sprawling and swaggering and "Static" was moody, nervous and dangerous, I wanted this one to push the boundaries in a different direction. I wanted this album to be one that separate the wheat from the chaff, the men from the boys, the faint of heart from their wallets. I wanted to go back into the desert and battle the blinding heat with the dizzying neon glare that we would bring from New York. The Arizona haze short-circuited by the frenzy of a New York minute. Louder, harder, sicker, freakier, more hopped up on goofballs than what we had done before. I wanted this record in a way that, well in a way that we had been doing on various stages for the previous few years.
And that was that. Ten days in Tucson just like the last few times. The eternal search for the perfect goat taco, going head to head with co-producer Craig Schumacher in his personal playpen of forgotten gear aka Wavelab Studios. And we got what we wanted--a direct translation of the sounds and heat and chemistry and tension and occasional release that four people can reach when they've shared vans, stages, hotels, thoughts and memories for four years. This record was US. This was OUR MUSIC. This is the Miracle 3. No guests, no ringers, nobody hidden behind the screen (aside from my buddy and crime writer extroardinaire George Pelecanos who makes his songwriting debut as the lyricist of "Cindy, It Was Always You.")
And the title? Well, I wanted to convey the sensation of post-millenium panic, of a clock ticking and of a furious, unsettling race against time. I think that the songs and performances all reflect the frenzy and exhilaration of behavior modifications that occur when you have your eyes on the second hand and your hands on the volume controls of an Ampeg Reverbrocket amplifier, a rock and roll arms race of sorts. Me, I don't bother with time or looking at the clock. It only slows me down.
Steve Wynn
The third release in the "Desert Session" trilogy, folllowing the critically acclaimed Here Come The Miracles and Static Transmission.
the Miracle 3 :
Linda Pitmon : Drums
Dave DeCastro : Bass
Jason Victor : Guitar
European release date : Oct 10, 2005
US release date : January 24, 2006
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| 1 | Wired
LyricsMy head just isn't rightI sleep an hour every night The rest is only fits and starts It's tearing me apart Curled in the sheets Burned by the heat That's what I need To slow down the speed The bed is smoking like a furnace My head begins to turn, it's Like a big weight Dragging me down Please baby please baby Down on my knees baby Sometimes the cure Is worse than the disease baby Oh, why am I wired this way? Every time I try to check it Something comes along to wreck it You really want to sing the blues? Well, go and watch the evening news The rest is only neuroses, psychoses Holy moses! | ||
| 2 | Cindy, It Was Always You
LyricsIt's dark an the street tonightIt's dark in my room I've been thinking about you again It happens after one or two You know I had that girl Leona first She was your best friend Since that niglht I saw you in that bar It was you I had to have in my bed Cindy, it was always you It was you I wanted, too Now you leave me haunted There were times I had leona I was giving her my best It was her I blew up into It was you I kissed I used to be afraid when the lights went out Now I welcome what I can't see Wherever you go. you know I'll be there, too I'll have you eventually (ch) | ||
| 3 | Freak Star
LyricsCame on like a force of natureSparked by unnatural desires Getting closer all the time I brace myself but cannot read the signs He was calling on the radio Begging you to turn away I saw something in your eyes That told me common sense was not a game you play Freak star, how I wonder where you are Freak star, how I wonder what you are Everybody talks about your appetite But hunger drives and set you free Justifying desperate measures coming down And these are desperate times for you and me He was calling on the radio Begging you to take it slow For you it was just a sign That you would not have to go away | ||
| 4 | Killing Me
LyricsBobby did a line from the back of his handAnd he pushed the pedal down I was in the back with a bag of chips Wondering who was still around Bobby hit the lock, he made damn sure I couldn't get to the door Child-proof, Red Roof, rear-view mirror I passed out on the floor I'm in the back In a burlap sack Near the county line I wasn't cursed Like Patty Hearst Lord, do your worst You're killing me | ||
| 5 | The Deep End
LyricsOnly time will tell if the wavesWill cover me or let me go Drunk on time and lavender foam I was always so afraid to know It's more than sink or swim I'd rather not go in The deep end Endless sea that stretches out, Orion's belt holds me back From my point of view, everything is possible. I separate fantasy from fact (ch) I was always so entranced By the push and pull of the tide I was always so afraid of the undertow that would come And bury me inside In my final moments, I forget to breathe And sink beneath the surface without shame In my final moments as I held my breath, I knew That nothing would ever be the same | ||
| 6 | Turning Of TheTide
LyricsIf your hands begin to sweatAnd your eyes are getting weak You stumble when you walk And you stammer when you speak Don't be afraid It's just the turning af the tide If you find the things you know Are coming out like lies And the friends who held you up Are bringing you down to size Don't be afraid It's just the turning af the tide If I can offer you suggestion ar advice You might not want to make any plans For a little while Don't be afraid It's just the turning of the tide If the ones you love Have turned their backs and shut you down Your hands are pulling in the grass And your face is in the ground Don't be afraid It's just he turning of the tide | ||
| 7 | Bruises
LyricsBloodshot, tired and torn opartI'm at my best when I con barely start I fall down easy but I get up slow I really, really hope that the bruises don't show Cut mysetf and I tasted my blood Dragged my name right through the mud I fall down easy but I get up slow I really, really hope that the bruises don't show If I came to you late at night Would you answer to my call I can't do anything to make it all right This is how you learn to fall Cracked my skull and I hit the floar I don't want to talk about it any more I fall down easy but I get up slow I really, really hope that the bruises don't show | ||
| 8 | Your Secret
LyricsDidn't have to do it but you didSometimes it pays to keep your feelings hid You didn't seem the type to come around but that's destiny It all comes down to chance, your secret's safe with me It's funny the things that last when all is said and done The sun shows through the curtain, spotlight on everyone But if there is a God he's overworked and never free It's like an honor system, your secret's safe with me And everytime the music fades, I hear the siren's call Smashed against the rocks and thrown against the wall Which hand holds the coin, take your time and count to three Both my hands are empty, your secret's safe with me | ||
| 9 | Wild Mercury
LyricsMaybe I shouldn't have called so late on the telephoneI guess I should have learned when to leave well enough alone But I ride at a level that keeps me charged all of the time You know I'd take it down if I could Ride the light Nobody can see Eyes on fire Rising with the mercury Wild mercury I speak before I think, that's the way it's always been with me And I'm smarter when I drink, that's something anybody can see I wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna know you now But I don't know where or how Shot like light, blood coursing through my veins And I ride so hard coming down like wreckage from the airplane I light up like a rocket and I flame out just as hard And I still have yet to play my best card | ||
| 10 | All The Squares Go Home
LyricsShe's not afraid of petty sinLights out, baby, let's do it again On our own when all the squares go home Down on the beach, the bonfire's blazing The booze is gone but the smoke is amazing On our own when all the squares go home Got enough sugar, I can kill the pain Keep it laid down until we do it again Don't you wish that you could feel this good someday? Let's get lost, we'll dig a little hole We'll lie inside and lose control Throw me a bone when all the squares go home | ||
| 11 | No Tomorrow
LyricsShe said, "When it all came tumbling downI was frozen. I was ripped to the core. I thought about everything I had learned And how I didn't want to learn nothing anymore." Ain't that just like you? Shining all the lights on yourself Ain't that just like you Firing all your guns at once until you fade away She said, "When all my leaders started lying to me I was shattered. It just didn't make sense. I started drinking and my life got worse And I knew it was more than coincidence." (ch) "I can't breathe but I can't leave. I'm a slave to the grave that I dug for myself I want to go where the lights aren't shining on me. I'll crawl in a hole and fade away." Part Two Now you say the end is near Well, I've been hearing that for years The shaking followed by the tears Anger and then shifting gears And if the world must end, There's no need to pretend. I want to love you like there's no tomorrow Oh, my sweet catastrophe Is this the way it has to be Locked away by house arrest | ||
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