33 Flames for Mary

Listen to the Song:

This song started as a typical, piano-driven “power ballad” but was rescued from that fate during a studio session in 2005 when drummer Ron Simasek came up with an atypical rolling drum beat. In turn, Ric Albano developed a funk-inspired bass line and Bret Alexander topped it off with a bluesy lead guitar.

This uniquely layered track was first featured on the now-defunct Imaginary Lines I in October 2005 and the now soon-to-be-defunct Imaginary Lines in 2009. New vocals and keyboards were later recorded for this Reflections of Relevance verseion,


Ric Albano – vocals, piano, piano, bass, keyboards
Bret Alexander – guitars
Ron Simasek – drums, percussion


Down in ‘Never-never-ever-been-that-ordinary’ land
Where the crossroads of forever stretch in infinite directions
Sound and light disseminate through tiny holes in the time-traversing van
Wait ‘til the weather’s getting’ better and we’ll revitalize the plan

Was it ever-ever-ever really alive and within your reach?
Or did it crumble in the hands of sweet success with a meek retreat?
Will the world still spin this night despite this man?
Who could have never-never-ever have designed this odd journey

Odd journey: with no fortunes of note sustained
Save the bane of under-quenched thirsts that sap the Day
Of any soft or sympathetic ears left to accost along the way
No time ever preexists before it’s executed
But by then you’ve crossed beyond the “Line of Absoluted”
How can you do it when you show up late for that?

Could there have ever been a better bet laid on a surer thing?
Then one who’s credible, devoted, optimistic, true, and trusting
To simply cite the results is to immensely overlook the strong significance
To one who thirsts for the ballad that this siren once agreed to sing

Significance: upsets the balance of the “Happy New Year”
Within their ducts it dams up the truthful tears
And then extinguishes the flames by quixotic thought and providential fear
I rearrange the pieces of the past until today makes sense someway, somehow
Although distress flairs light up tonight’s sky, I just cannot be bothered with that now

And I’m never gonna be here again, and I’m never gonna be there again,
There is only so much tension, you can cumber away until the tile no longer bends
(And I’m never gonna be there again)
And I really haven’t been anywhere since then
(And I’m never gonna be there again)
There is only so much passion one can drink while his soul is on the mend
And I’m never gonna be here again

What can you do when you –
Show up late for, and the day’s already been before,
And your key no longer unlocks that door?

© 2003-2018 Ric Albano and Cygnus Wave Records

33 Flames for Mary

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