David Boie

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David Boie
A song about the Transpersonal Oedipal complex, as it plays out in the experienc...
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Neither Saints nor Sinners Remain

Supple hints of Intrigue...
We knew from very Start;
You'd one day have to Leave...
A Heart must play its Part.

Can hardly even Think...
Of your Love anymore;
Kind words remembered... here and there...
Is all... without a War.
==========================
Chorus:
Through a Stained-glass Darkly...
Is how I see you Now;
A woman must stand between Us...
For me to grow Somehow.

Ever grateful for the Grace...
You've shown to me and more;
Christ calls me, now, to leave this Game...
Not even know the score.
============================
You taught me how to Make Love...
With the Spoken Word;
I hardly ever touched your Hand...
Before you cut the Cord.

Though you Nursed my Soul and Spirit...
Far beyond their Due;
Doubt' you in my own damn Mind...
...s'pose Christ did Mary, too.
==========================
Chorus:
Through a Stained-glass Darkly...
Is how I see you Now;
A Woman must stand between Us...
For me to grow Somehow.

Ever grateful for the Grace...
You've shown to me and more;
Christ calls me, now, to leave this Game...
Not even know the score.
============================
God give me Strength and Courage...
Avoid Path back to Her Form;
Her Voice as now can’t Hear...
...No longer Soft and Warm.

Though Her Grace and Love live on...
In my Emboldened Chest;
The Smile I wear so Tender...
Is Her's, until I Rest.
==========================
Chorus:
Through a Stained-glass Darkly...
Is how I see you Now;
A woman must stand between Us...
For me to grow Somehow.

Ever grateful for the Grace...
You've shown to me and more;
Christ calls me, now, to leave this Game...
Not even know the score.
---------------------------

Through a Stained-glass Darkly...
Is how I see you Now;
A Woman must stand between Us...
For me to grow Somehow.
======================

The Muse

Born after a long period of introspection, this song touches on themes of the sp...
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The Advocate


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A song about the Transpersonal Oedipal complex, as it plays out in the experienc...
Play Now

Neither Saints nor Sinners Remain

Supple hints of Intrigue...
We knew from very Start;
You'd one day have to Leave...
A Heart must play its Part.

Can hardly even Think...
Of your Love anymore;
Kind words remembered... here and there...
Is all... without a War.
==========================
Chorus:
Through a Stained-glass Darkly...
Is how I see you Now;
A woman must stand between Us...
For me to grow Somehow.

Ever grateful for the Grace...
You've shown to me and more;
Christ calls me, now, to leave this Game...
Not even know the score.
============================
You taught me how to Make Love...
With the Spoken Word;
I hardly ever touched your Hand...
Before you cut the Cord.

Though you Nursed my Soul and Spirit...
Far beyond their Due;
Doubt' you in my own damn Mind...
...s'pose Christ did Mary, too.
==========================
Chorus:
Through a Stained-glass Darkly...
Is how I see you Now;
A Woman must stand between Us...
For me to grow Somehow.

Ever grateful for the Grace...
You've shown to me and more;
Christ calls me, now, to leave this Game...
Not even know the score.
============================
God give me Strength and Courage...
Avoid Path back to Her Form;
Her Voice as now can’t Hear...
...No longer Soft and Warm.

Though Her Grace and Love live on...
In my Emboldened Chest;
The Smile I wear so Tender...
Is Her's, until I Rest.
==========================
Chorus:
Through a Stained-glass Darkly...
Is how I see you Now;
A woman must stand between Us...
For me to grow Somehow.

Ever grateful for the Grace...
You've shown to me and more;
Christ calls me, now, to leave this Game...
Not even know the score.
---------------------------

Through a Stained-glass Darkly...
Is how I see you Now;
A Woman must stand between Us...
For me to grow Somehow.
======================

The Muse

Born after a long period of introspection, this song touches on themes of the sp...
Play Now

The Advocate

A song about the unexpected mercy occasionally to be found... even in the, seemi...
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The Beast

Externalize more chaos
I beg you... if you please;
My past comes back to haunt me...
Quaking want and need.

We’re not gonna have‘em split tender...
For two red fxxxin’ cents;
Our new found sex appeal...
Will help us pay the rent.

===============================================
Chorus:
Baby get on Board;
This train’s only costing us time...
Baby, get on Board;
Switch tracks, click-clack of this rhyme.

Baby unpack your Bags...
Just stay with me, and dig on in;
Beauty in Rags...
Forgive me; a Life of Sin.
===============================================

Can’t put a single price-tag...
Rough Spirit so Bright;
Lovin' you with scissors...
Past ‘comes Light.

Can’t say how much you scare me...
Trembling infant at your Breast;
Raw power - Mistreated child...
But your smile resurrects.

================================================
Chrous:
Baby get on Board;
This train’s only costing us time...
Baby, get on Board;
Switch tracks, click-clack of this rhyme.

Baby unpack your Bags...
Just stay with me, and dig on in;
Beauty in Rags...
Forgive me; a Life of Sin.
================================================

I know of your Voo-doo, my dear...
Witchcraft in the name of Christ;
Center of a vengeant cyclone...
All around, but you, must pay the price.

Treasure your heart so,
Both the wrath and the kind...
Hurt you so dearly:
Before the Dawn of Time...

===============================
Chorus:
Baby get on Board;
This train’s only costing us time...
Baby, get on Board;
Switch tracks, click-clack of this rhyme.

Baby unpack your Bags...
Just stay with me, and dig on in;
Beauty in Rags...
Forgive me; a Life of Sin.
===============================

Baby, Get On Board

You’re just too smart...
...she said, for your own damn good;
Enjoy this food and wine,
And forget ‘bout Brotherhood.

I AM shooting to be simple,
But it's a long and twisted game...
The kind I want is where,
I don’t even know my name.
===========================
Chorus:
Don’t know my own name,
But answer to it none the less...
Maybe that girl wants me,
But I can’t even get undressed.
==========================
Sunshine in a bottle,
I’ve tried that road...
Smoke-up in the hash pipe,
Just transfers the load.

Perhaps the greatest Sin, though,
Is no skin in the game...
Sin’s are merely trinkets;
Treat ‘em all the same.
========================
Chorus:
Don’t know my own name,
But answer to it none the less...
Maybe that girl wants me,
But I can’t even get undressed.
===========================
So yes, I’ll have a drink,
Catch a buzz and smile...
A puff on the pipe’s just fine;
It won’t stay my while.

Partake but just don’t drown,
Rule of my green thumb...
Joyful stoned or sober,
Get Drunk, but just not Numb.
=======================
Chorus:
Don’t know my own name,
But answer to it none the less...
Maybe that girl wants me,
But I can’t even get undressed.
=======================
Outro:
Yes, I draw the line some...
Not a careless fool;
Vultures tend to circle...
Near the old Barstool.

Barstool Zen

Krishna cooks bacon; this side of the road
Hot Miso Soup and a six-pack of Stroh's
Light doesn’t blind; now we both can see
The ways and means of stark insanity

I asked him how, why, what must be
He slapped me up, “Don’cha whore for me”
So better suited: Savior in dis-guise
Love would un-hinge me; win an ill-sought prize

Chorus:
Broken Chariot: Gita’s got me by the balls
Broken Chariot: Come clean these filthy walls

Wisdom of Ages
Bristles on an old stick broom
Angel’s would fear to tread
Her lit-up first floor room

Chrous:
Broken Chariot: Christ’s tears shone in Her eyes
Not for Her own sake, but the Warden and His lies.

Busted my own heart, now I’m sinkin’ in
World as Lover, not my mis-shaped box of Sin
Cautious Sister: with those smiling eyes
Eyes now taken, but “Per-haps” can stay a while

Chorus:
Broken Chariot: i fade; a spacious room
Broken Chariot: Spirit born to Mary’s womb

Broken Chariot

Bless'd Dharma Duel:
God's own Burr in my Saddle...
Sinful Saint...
Awash in Love's own Tears.

Confess my deepest Darkness,
and Hope She'll Taddle:
Pay in Shadow Contracts -
For a Life held so Dear.

===========================
Chorus:
Eyelash to eyelash...
Every Second - Each Moment;
Killed and set free...
In the blink of an Eye;

Dangerous Blessings...
'Round every friggin' Corner;
You've heard the Story...
Don't you dare wonder Why.
===========================

To a long day's Work...
What can a Crook offer;
Saddle-up the Horse...
And go for a Ride;

He'll end up Sick...
or Joyfully Tearful;
Either way...
It's just residual Pride

===========================
Chorus:
Eyelash to eyelash...
Every Second - Each Moment;
Killed and set free...
In the blink of an Eye;

Dangerous Blessings...
'Round every friggin' Corner;
You've heard the Story...
Don't you dare wonder Why.
===========================

Keep a Face...
These People do need Me;
Tell myself...
When the Path gets Stark;

Betrayed Men to Crosses...
And Boiling Water;
The Frog has Jumped...
Now we "Dance in the Dark."

===========================
Chorus:
Eyelash to eyelash...
Every Second - Each Moment;
Killed and set free...
In the blink of an Eye;

Dangerous Blessings...
'Round every friggin' Corner;
You've heard the Story...
Don't you dare wonder Why;
----------------------------
You know our Story...
Don't you dare wonder Why.
===========================.

Dangerous Blessings

My Uploads

A song about the Transpersonal Oedipal complex, as it plays out in the experienc...
Play Now

Neither Saints nor Sinners Remain

Supple hints of Intrigue...
We knew from very Start;
You'd one day have to Leave...
A Heart must play its Part.

Can hardly even Think...
Of your Love anymore;
Kind words remembered... here and there...
Is all... without a War.
==========================
Chorus:
Through a Stained-glass Darkly...
Is how I see you Now;
A woman must stand between Us...
For me to grow Somehow.

Ever grateful for the Grace...
You've shown to me and more;
Christ calls me, now, to leave this Game...
Not even know the score.
============================
You taught me how to Make Love...
With the Spoken Word;
I hardly ever touched your Hand...
Before you cut the Cord.

Though you Nursed my Soul and Spirit...
Far beyond their Due;
Doubt' you in my own damn Mind...
...s'pose Christ did Mary, too.
==========================
Chorus:
Through a Stained-glass Darkly...
Is how I see you Now;
A Woman must stand between Us...
For me to grow Somehow.

Ever grateful for the Grace...
You've shown to me and more;
Christ calls me, now, to leave this Game...
Not even know the score.
============================
God give me Strength and Courage...
Avoid Path back to Her Form;
Her Voice as now can’t Hear...
...No longer Soft and Warm.

Though Her Grace and Love live on...
In my Emboldened Chest;
The Smile I wear so Tender...
Is Her's, until I Rest.
==========================
Chorus:
Through a Stained-glass Darkly...
Is how I see you Now;
A woman must stand between Us...
For me to grow Somehow.

Ever grateful for the Grace...
You've shown to me and more;
Christ calls me, now, to leave this Game...
Not even know the score.
---------------------------

Through a Stained-glass Darkly...
Is how I see you Now;
A Woman must stand between Us...
For me to grow Somehow.
======================

The Muse

Born after a long period of introspection, this song touches on themes of the sp...
Play Now

The Advocate

A song about the unexpected mercy occasionally to be found... even in the, seemi...
Play Now

The Beast

Externalize more chaos
I beg you... if you please;
My past comes back to haunt me...
Quaking want and need.

We’re not gonna have‘em split tender...
For two red fxxxin’ cents;
Our new found sex appeal...
Will help us pay the rent.

===============================================
Chorus:
Baby get on Board;
This train’s only costing us time...
Baby, get on Board;
Switch tracks, click-clack of this rhyme.

Baby unpack your Bags...
Just stay with me, and dig on in;
Beauty in Rags...
Forgive me; a Life of Sin.
===============================================

Can’t put a single price-tag...
Rough Spirit so Bright;
Lovin' you with scissors...
Past ‘comes Light.

Can’t say how much you scare me...
Trembling infant at your Breast;
Raw power - Mistreated child...
But your smile resurrects.

================================================
Chrous:
Baby get on Board;
This train’s only costing us time...
Baby, get on Board;
Switch tracks, click-clack of this rhyme.

Baby unpack your Bags...
Just stay with me, and dig on in;
Beauty in Rags...
Forgive me; a Life of Sin.
================================================

I know of your Voo-doo, my dear...
Witchcraft in the name of Christ;
Center of a vengeant cyclone...
All around, but you, must pay the price.

Treasure your heart so,
Both the wrath and the kind...
Hurt you so dearly:
Before the Dawn of Time...

===============================
Chorus:
Baby get on Board;
This train’s only costing us time...
Baby, get on Board;
Switch tracks, click-clack of this rhyme.

Baby unpack your Bags...
Just stay with me, and dig on in;
Beauty in Rags...
Forgive me; a Life of Sin.
===============================

Baby, Get On Board

You’re just too smart...
...she said, for your own damn good;
Enjoy this food and wine,
And forget ‘bout Brotherhood.

I AM shooting to be simple,
But it's a long and twisted game...
The kind I want is where,
I don’t even know my name.
===========================
Chorus:
Don’t know my own name,
But answer to it none the less...
Maybe that girl wants me,
But I can’t even get undressed.
==========================
Sunshine in a bottle,
I’ve tried that road...
Smoke-up in the hash pipe,
Just transfers the load.

Perhaps the greatest Sin, though,
Is no skin in the game...
Sin’s are merely trinkets;
Treat ‘em all the same.
========================
Chorus:
Don’t know my own name,
But answer to it none the less...
Maybe that girl wants me,
But I can’t even get undressed.
===========================
So yes, I’ll have a drink,
Catch a buzz and smile...
A puff on the pipe’s just fine;
It won’t stay my while.

Partake but just don’t drown,
Rule of my green thumb...
Joyful stoned or sober,
Get Drunk, but just not Numb.
=======================
Chorus:
Don’t know my own name,
But answer to it none the less...
Maybe that girl wants me,
But I can’t even get undressed.
=======================
Outro:
Yes, I draw the line some...
Not a careless fool;
Vultures tend to circle...
Near the old Barstool.

Barstool Zen


About Me

Bio

Lyricist for All Songs/Manager: David Boie
107 S 2nd Steet Apt 331
Livingston, MT 59047
USA
email: [email protected]

Recorded tracks "The Advocate" and "The Beast"
available on streaming platforms,
listed under composer Gary Cubberley

Lead Man/Composer/Arranger/Producer/Performer: Gary Cubberley
Singer/Arranger: Clay Collins

Raised in Bozeman, MT and educated in Electrical Engineering at the University of Idaho, David became somewhat unhinged after a drug trip his Junior year of college. He has written expository prose throughout adulthood, but he has always nurtured an "artistic seed." Recently, circumstances prompted him to the realization that it was time to "get something done."

We in the Western Christian tradition have always wrestled, somewhat immaturely, with a sharp dichotomy between Good and Evil, the Damned and the Saved, and have been, at best, intolerant and suspicious of other religious traditions. My produced music seeks to redress some of these concerns, within the framework of Christian thought.

Buddha left the royal palace to grapple with the sickness of the human mind, retiring to the forest for the work of meditation, contemplation, introspection, and reflection. Today, there are no forests full of Star-fruit like the Buddha had, but by the Grace of the taxpayer, schizophrenics and other mentally-ill people who grapple intensely with the root causative seeds of our society-wide malaise, can, if fortunate enough to find a good therapist or teacher, be guided into assuming a Shamanistic/Bodhisattvic role for the rest of society, however imperfectly fulfilled.

Perhaps now more than ever, we are poised to move beyond 'Us' vs 'Them' thinking in spirituality, and realize that the real war to be 'fought' appears to involve a non-combative unification of opposites, both within the Self and the World, where relative good and evil cautiously collaborate (through mutual forgiveness) in finding "the Good, the True, and the Beautiful."

These efforts honor the work Mom and Dad, therapists, teachers, family and friends have put in me, and I can only pay it back by offering it to others "For a Song," as my they did with me. I also offer thanks to my Muses, who could have, and perhaps should have, rejected me out of hand... but who kindly found space for me in their Hearts.

About the style of music he has been collaborating in, David says, "Soulful music merely provides a mirror in which the soul of the listener can be 'seen,' both the anguish, and the Love of the Lord Within, by whatever name (He/She) is given."

CV/History

David has no musical skill other than a measured proficiency with the English language, and with regards to that, he quotes his dad speaking about electricity when he was growing up, saying, "I know just enough to be dangerous."

My CV seemed the best place to credit my Songbay collaborators for these songs, as working with such great composers, arrangers, producers, and musicians can only be a "Feather in One's Cap," at least gauging by the quality results they have produced:

"The Advocate"
Composer, Producer, Arranger and Hammond Organ
= Gary Cubberley
Vocals, Keyboards, Arranging = Clay Collins
Band = The Songbayteam
Lyricist = David Boie

"The Beast"
Composer, Producer, Arranger and Keyboards
= Gary Cubberley
Vocals = Clay Collins
Band = The Songbayteam
Lyricist = David Boie

David's two produced songs, "The Advocate" and "The Beast" are both Spirituals that, unless the listeners' God adoration has already emerged, or is primed to emerge, will likely have little appeal. However, for the faith-ready, their metered non-dual approach to questions of Ultimate Good and Evil can be profoundly inspiring.

Contact

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