Side A

Storm Gathering

I see the storm clouds – gathering –  

behind your  eyes.

The distant rumble of thunder 

resounds in your skies. 

I feel the air pressing 

heavy on your soul. 

The lightning flashes crackling, 

nearer and nearer they go.   

 

You can't help yourself -

consumed by your storm.

I wanna be like the wind - 

blow the clouds away.

But I can't, oh no I can't.



I feel the rage is gathering 

behind your eyes. 

The distant echoes foreshadow 

your thundering cries. 


But I can't, oh no I can't.


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Your swelling clouds give way now 

to great big drops of pain. 

Their trickle, ever faster, 

sounds like a moving train.  


I wanna be like the waters 

- wash the pain away. 

I want you to feel my strength, 

thrust your worries aside.   


And I can,  Oh, yes I can!   


Your storm subsides, slowly. 

Your clouds part their ways. 

And in the wake of lightning, 

shines a brand new day.   


See, I can,  Oh, yes I can.  

Time to Fly

Time to go, time to fly.  

I hope we land on our feet.  

Hope the landing will be soft.   

Time for you, 

time for me 

to soar 

I hope there's wind beneath our wings 

and that nothing never ever brings us down.   

Fly and fly, 

all through the sky 

soaring through the clouds. 

Never be the Same

  Let me tell you of a man of charm. 

His deep green eyes'll light your soul on fire 

and your heart's desire overrun.   

You will never be the same, 

never love another man again.   


You’ll be hypnotized by his catlike eyes.

Soul on fire, with deep desire. 

You will do things you never dreamed of,   

and you will never be the same, 

never love another man again.  


Hypnotized by his catlike eyes.

hypnotized by his catlike eyes.

Soul on fire, with deep desire. 

You will do things you never dreamed of,   

and you will never be the same,

Change (is what you make)

You say it isn’t fair how 

they've got what you don't.

You say that we should care and

they've got to atone.

You like to call for change yet

you just stay the same

You think that you know better and

you know who to blame.


If you could only take, well,

everything you see.

Surely you'd be happy if

you could get it all for free.

But don't you see that others

blame you for their lot

they want you to change

and take the things you've got.


Meanwhile people do

things you wanted to

create your life for you

while you just say 

you've got a better way.


You may want a change made,

you may think it fair

to keep demanding action while

sitting in your chair.

But if you incite change 

come-violent from without,

you may not get more -

you may get put out.


It's not esasy to be happy,

it takes doing sometimes.

Feels good to blame others

demand handouts and change.


But change doesn't come.

Change.

Change doesn't come.

Change.

Change doesn't come.

Change.

Change doesn't come.



The Wandering Jon

I've got a friend called wandering Jon.

He's been wondering far too long.

He would always seize the day

then pick up and go away.


He's got friends in every port,

sowing seeds of good rapport.

Rowing every day along

to recount his tales in song.


Going on, on, and on.

On his way for so long.

Wandering Jon.


I've got a friend called Wandering Jon

though he'd wonder all along

and roam and roam and roam around

he was always homeward bound.


Going on, on, and on.

On his way for so long.

Wandering Jon.


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Now he’s set up two homes 

- in his heart and where he roams. 

Still he's always on his way, 

never too far does he stray.   


Not  too far does he go on 

he was gone for so long 

Wandering Jon.  

No Place like Home

 There's no place like home 

- wherever I may roam, 

always feel alone when I'm not with you.

This house is nice and all, 

the garden quaint and small. 

Though it may fill my soul  

and embrace me whole

it's just not you.   


There's no place like home 

everywhere we roam 

I can feel at home

because my home is you.   


Your native lands inspire 

- calm rivers rolling hills 

where sunsets set on fire 

all those autumn leaves

you sometimes call home.  


There's no place like you. 

And when you are here 

with our smiling boy all feels like it should.   

We lived far and wide, 

rolling with the tide. 

A continuous ride. 

Following our fates  

- entwined so well. 

(making everywhere home.)   


There's no place like home.

Everywhere we roam

I can feel at home 

– because my home is you.      

B Side

Going Home Again

I'm going home again

to try to do the best I can.


I'm going home again,

this time I've got a plan.


Going home again!

Aaaaaa!


I ain't wastin' no more time.

I made up my mind.

Going home again.


I left things undone.

I've got nowhere left to run.

Now the road 

calls me back home.


Going home again.

Leti

Daleč pod mano se zgubljajo kraji,

mojo deželo požira oblak.

Spodaj izginja moj rod običaji,

čas je sovražnik, prijatelj bedak.


Leti, leti, leti, leti

leti avion.

Le ti, le ti, le ti, le ti

le ti si z menoj.


Mojo Ljubljano je vzela višina

in mojo reko pokril je oblak.

spodaj se zgublja moj dom, domovina,

sonce zašlo je, ovil jo je mrak.


Leti, leti, leti, leti

leti avion.

Le ti, le ti, le ti, le ti

le ti si z menoj.




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Lep prelesten dan (Glorious day)

Kakšen lep prelesten dan 

in sveže zrak opran. 

Ustnice mi silijo v nasmeh 

- nasmešek razigran.   


Kot v plesu nese me korak, 

v ritmu poje mi srce. 

Novo jutro nov je svet

s pesmijo prežet.   


Kaj bi si jemali čas,  

če ga sploh ni. 

Kako mi je lepo 

saj se nikamor ne mudi.   


Ko se takle dan zbudi  

lahko pozabim na vse skrbi. 

Naj vsakdo raje govori lepe stvari.   


Rapa parara...   


Kaj bi si jemali čas,  

če ga sploh ni. 

Kako mi je lepo 

saj se nikamor ne mudi.   


Ko se takle dan zbudi  

lahko pozabim na vse skrbi. 

Naj vsakdo raje govori lepe stvari.  


Rapa parara...     


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Rapa parara...    

Time Flies

Heavy weight of time is lifted now,

weighs me down no more.

It darts from me like a crow,

leaves me standing way down below

- standing still 


But now...

... now time flies.


Tick tock the eicked clock

that drove me on and on

my master seems so quiet.


The state of panic

that had me running in my place

all went so fast while time stood still.


But now...

... now time flies


And still the weight of pressure

like phantom pain remains.

And all my years of rushing

have left me weak and lame,


Like a bird that can't believe 

the cage door broken,

I stand, it makes no sense,

the sky is open. 


But now...

... now time flies.


(Time sat upon my chest,

there was never work nor play nor rest.

I lost my very will to live.


Day in day out,

I could never think to be without

the burden on my mind.)


But now...

... now time flies.






Mati koklja (Mother Hen)

- - -

Nič ne bo kot je bilo

(Slovenian version of Never Be the Same)


Oči, ki zrejo kot globel -

globok pogled, ki bo zanetil plamen

tvojo zrčno željo bo razvnel.


Nič ne bo kot je bilo,

da bi ljubila drugega lahko.


Saj pogled njegov je 

kot okovje

- ujeta si v njegove oči.

Kar bo hotel boš storila

in nič ne bo kot je bilo,

da bi ljubila drugega lahko.

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* The Side A and B Side are symbolic, the CD only has a single side.

Jarc Gregorin trio cd There and Back Again

The Band

 Jaka Jarc:   vocals, guitars, mandolins, fretless, bass (songs: second part of 6, 7, 10),  midi programming, editing, production 


Matjaž Jarc:   bass guitar (except second part of 6, 7, 10) 


Blaž Gregorin:  drums   



Special Guests

Maša Golob - violins 


Christopher Elphic - first guitar solo on “Going Home Again” 


Melisa Spruk – backing vocals on songs 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 


Nina Škrjanc – backing vocals on songs 1, 2, 4, 7 


Simona Plešic – backing vocals on songs 1, 2, 4, 7 1 

Tracks

Side A

01 Storm Gathering   05:55 

02 Time to Fly   03:45 

03 Never be the Same   03:37 

04 Change   04:30 

05 Wandering Jon   02:22 

06 No Place like Home   03:53 


B Side

07 Going Home Again   04:42 

08 Leti   02:59 

09 Lep prelesten dan  04:30 

10 Time Flies   05:14 

11 Mati Koklja   01:46   

12 Nič ne bo kot je bilo (Slov. ver. 03 Never be the same)


*“Leti” composed and written by Matjaž Jarc, other songs composed and written by Jaka Jarc 


All songs except LETI and CHANGE exist both in Slovenian and English. 

Vse pesmi, razen Change in Leti so bile posnete tako v slovenščini kot angleščini.  

Audio

The album can be heard on our Youtube channel

Gear used for the album

Instruments

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Bass guitars: Washburn, Yamaha BB 605, Wishbass fretless bass


Guitars: PRS SE custom 24, CV 50s telecaster, CV 60s Stratocaster, Vintage AV1 modded with SD Pearly Gates, JJ BlueJ, Epiphone Sheraton II


Mandolin - custom made

Amps

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Bass amp - Warwick Wamp c180


Guitar Amps: Fender Hot Rod Deluxe, Bogner Alchemist, Vox Pathfinder 15, Peavey Classic 50


Speakers: Eminence Cannabis Rex, Eminence Legend 1208, Celestion Vintage 30, WGS Reaper 55hz, Celestion Century Vintage


TAD select tubes


Pedals: Wampler Tweed 57, Xotic SL Drive, Marshall BB2, Jamman Delay Looper

Recording Gear

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Microphones: 

Drums: Shure SM57s on snare, Rode nt3 on Hi-hat, Sennheiser e604s on toms, RV6 and Beyerdynamics M99 on bass drum, SE Electronic Z3300a pair overhead, pair of NoHype Audio LRM 1 Ribbons for room.


Bass guitars:  DI and Beyerdynamics  M99


Guitar cabs: Shure SM57s and NoHype LRM 1 ribbons


Acoustic guitar: Aston Spirit


Vocals: Aston Spirit, SP c1, Se Z3300a


Violins: LRM 1, Sennheiser ME 62 + K6


Mandolin: LRM 1

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Processing:


Macbook Pro i5

Macbook pro i7 

Imac


Logic





Fender Hot Rod Bogner alchemist lrm 1

Preamps and AD/DA conversion:


Apogee Duet

Onyx Blackbird

Onyx 1640i


ART PRO Digital MPA

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Monitoring:


Focal Alpha 80

Tannoy 600a

Beyerdynamic dt 80 pro

 

Special thanks to Andrew Scheps

Even if he didn't know it, his knowledge fueled a lot of the editing via Youtube.

Special thanks to Gretchen Menn

Gretchen Menn's Inferno inspired some of the arrangements.