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Shall we begin?
Gather round, gather all:
Keep it real, strip it down
Rather not wait around
With the Hungry Eyes of a snake-oil salesman
Wait/Hurry
Water to wine
Have got the patience...
Haven't got the time
Saw Dusty Eyes...some enthused
Some act the part
(but nonetheless, plan to lose)
Something wicked-good this way comes
Not twice upon a lifetime
[CHORUS]
Blackbirds...you watch 'em...
They know the black clouds
They are all runnin' home
Lightning rod (divining toy)
When the rains come, what is your source for joy?
Looked at my life: a painted clown
un-amused
Keep it real, strip it down
Rather not wait around
With the Hungry Eyes of a snake oil salesman
[CHORUS]
Home, home.
They are all runnin' home. |
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I lit a light on my gloom...
And now there's only a half-moon
I need to find a way home
Back on the moon to be alone
And so we make our way
Through the sand of a sullen day
(Whittle away....Whittle away)
Dreaming in Ether, leave atmosphere
Breathing in Neptune's Chandelier
(Whittle away...Whittle away...)
Lift away and float it on into space
Into the sublime celestial brine
It's almost time...
I made it up in my room
From a dream it is rough hewn
(Home...whittle away...whittle away...)
I make a vessel for home
Carve it out with a gemstone
(Home...whittle away...whittle away...)
Land of Sorrow sift away
Through the sand of a sullen day
Dreaming in Ether, leave atmosphere
Breathing in Neptune's Chandelier
(Home...whittle away...whittle away...)
[CHORUS]
...it's almost time to ride. align
Melt these hemispheres into one
Dull and Shine intertwine
I'm torn away, I'm up and down
It's almost time....
Now I am sailing...
Sailing through the light and the gloom
Of the Sun and the Moon
Hey moon, I think I figured it out
I think I'm coming about
Through the light and the gloom
my whole world is in tune and
so much clearer now |
| » Nowadays « |
So steadily go, the rain...
So steadily go, the time...
So steadily go, the season...
So steadily go, long ago...
All the little mysteries of a big yard
A little bit older, rake the lawn
I am a field mouse in a tall tree
Dreaming past the world below
Na-na-now, we live it up lonely, but anyhow...
I'll not complain, nowadays
Na-na-Now, we live it up lonely, high on the bow...
Mice in a maze, nowadays
"Imagination Fades With Memory"
I think I made that up (can't quite recall)
So steadily go, the rain
So steadily go, the time
So in love with the notion of being in love
And all my old friends...newly married
Acquaintance now, kiss them good-bye
[Chorus]
Such a cold day for letter writing
Cup of tea, warm regards
Window paints a Herb Jones kind of weather
Wouldn't have it any other way
(at least today...)
[Chorus] |
| » For Your Violin... « |
She said, "Catch me if you can.
You better plan, Gentlemen."
So The Story Goes:
Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary
Set 'em afloat on a Merchant's Boat, set sail for Johnny Appleseed
Johnny planted the magic seeds.
Botany, POOF!: Magic Trees
Paul Bunyan said, "This will fetch me bread..."
He sold the wood to a violin maker.
The Legend breathes...
Shaped from the wood sprung a violin
It satisfied the maker
Toe-tapped a rhythm, touched bow to string
His soul earthquakes, the Sirens sing
"My heart can rest, I've made the best.
No match to play, no greater love I'll know"
Hid the 'lin, smashed his tools and grinned
And died a happy old man
The Legend grows...
What works for me, may not work for you
That which often gets passed down
Often gets misconstrued
Expectation...Imagination, surely can chase the goose around
Don't look for that which others have...
You can't find what won't be found.
Enter the Jester De Romancipation Persuasion
(the fool...)
Escaped from the King...
This myth, he longed to pull these magic heartstrings
He bought up every violin on the country, mountain, ocean-side
"To play the one of Legend Lore,
I'll lead a true love to my door!"
The Legend thrives...
For Your Violin...For Your Violin
Jaded Jester spent his life chasing down
that which could not be found
He hung 3,000 violins from the rafter beams by their rusty strings
Penniless and paupered, bug-eyed crazed and gummy-grinned
Conducted with a bow, his orchestra:
This Symphony of Myth that did him in...
For Your Violin...For Your Violin...
[CHORUS]
...Hood, Appleseed, Bunyan...Hey, Violin Maker...
Figments of Imagination (?)
...Tell Pied Piper to lead away
These myths in time that helped him pine
For Your Violin...For Your Violin |
| » Blue Ridge Laughing « |
Caught a red moon rise
Brought me to our lives
We used to drive this Blue Ridge laughing--
The red star is Mercury or Venus
To tell the truth, I don't really know
Space brings back boyish wonder
And if we run, we run behind
Run, we run behind
And if you're thinkin' you'll run, you'll run behind
And if you're thinkin' you'll run, you'll run behind
And if we live our lives so wild and free (lie, lie, lie)
We run behind
Saw you at the Reunion
Thought, at first, you were single
So many questions... should I ask you?
To tell the truth, I don't really know
It's easy to run with these feelings
And if we run, we run behind
Saw you at the Reunion...
We meet the people that change our lives
Our hidden glance and grin remain the same
You will return to your life now
And I will return to the page
We used to drive this Blue Ridge laughing
So welcome to this Universal Blanket
She is breathing silver night
Space brings back boyish wonder
And my dreams just grew back to normal size
And my dreams just grew back to normal size
I am unearthed and no longer scared
I am unearthed and no longer care
I am unearthed--
On and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on... |
| » Jan. 9, 63 Degrees « |
This is an atypical day (it's the State we're in):
Billow-beast clouds. Vibrant, bright like Spring.
This is a turbulent drive, mixing bowl of good and bad
Kooked by caffeine, Sky Wind Machine
And the car absorbs it all - shake, shift, rattle at me
(We're both suckers for scenery)
Should weather not match the mood?
Conjure old anti-trust flaws:
Run from blue eyes, shun blue skies the same.
Simplicity, where's the needle today?
All stacks of hay...
~ Jan. 9 / 63 degrees ~
Nonlinear thoughts on this linear road
Bluster me. Entangle - spider web spun
('Make hay while the sun shines...')
We're not victims here;
we choose our way, hunt the game
Chase to balance empty palettes
But there are emotions...and relatives and...
I'm relatively poor with social ills.
(Voluntary solitude doesn't pay the bills!)
Finding balance, you'll find, is that poignant, pointy cliché
Stacked of the scale, kick the bale in vain.
Simplicity, where's the needle today?
In...all stacks of hay. Hey!
Pop up unannounced, take aim!
'One Day' is today, and I'm on your tail...
Fox and Field, crimson-gold (rich yield)
Elusive... catch rest for the day.
I don't want replicated History
Fired in a kiln of silence and insecurity
But you find sometimes that you've worked so hard
your perspective has been chipped away
And it's hard to speak the mind, when emotions don't take sides
Find the balance: Show don't tell (are you still afraid of the pen?)
We are the history of a coin! We are an out-of-control grin!
[CHORUS] |
| » American Tale « |
Shot, take it in. Shot of Indigo
Shot, take it in. Shot of Indigo
Shot, take it in. Shot of Indigo
Shot, take it in. Shot of Indigo
ooh, American Tale
What if we march us to the grave?
Or we make reason, an act of treason?
oi aye, ah ooooh....
Shot, take it in. Shot of Indigo
New World Scheme. Build but go slow...
(Higher life)
Shot, take it in. Shot of Indigo
New World Scheme. Build but go slow...
(Higher life)
American Tale
One hand free, one on the rail
What if we march us to the grave?
What if we make reason, an act of treason?
Fear drags Hope back to the cave...
Oi aye...take it in! Take it Indigo!
Shout, "take it out!" Shout, "the end!" and go for
Higher Life
Take it in! Take it Indigo!
New World Scheme, build, but go slow
(Higher Life)
Shot, take it in. Shot of Indigo
Shout, "take it out!" Shout, "the end!" and go for
Higher Life
Take it in! Shot of Indigo!
New World Scheme, build, but go slow
(Higher Life)
[CHORUS] |
| » To My Soul « |
Started out the same to Day Dreams
afloat the Mothering Sky
Peering out, miming hope with my face
Float me high, hot air balloon
To high, high to touch
Hold it in (with old bookends)
Well this hunting ground...
Well it's all in the mind
Tell her to speak to my soul
Left the words of old behind
In a book yellowing
They won't calm the void nor paint T
he She She, each page a universe with thoughts
That Shine, Shine me;
Calligraphy etched on the Sun, the Moon
Tired wandering eyes...
Hey, don't you know?
Well it's all in the mind
Tell her to speak to my soul
Tell her to speak to my soul |
| » Kinakeet Island « |
Hang on Parade...
Catching up again
Where's the feeling we knew then
(Whisper, my friend...)
So we pick up, with empty cup
In dreaming we thrive
As we doze alone, and cradle stone
Am I alive?
...And all is fine on Kinakeet Island
Where they dance and sing
Lament the Brave
Ghost Rider the waves are rolling thin
Bang on Parade...
A magic place will wait
So we shop the streets, so indiscreet
Our eyes sedate
So we pick up with empty cup
And march along
As nostalgia plays from the tower waves
The ghost of a song...
...And all is fine on Kinakeet Island
Where they dance and sing
Lament the Brave
Ghost Rider the waves are rolling thin
We're on our way to Kinakeet Island
Lament the Brave
We're in the band....We're in the band...
Horizon Bound. Forever, horizon bound
[Chorus]
We're in the band...We're in the band
Drawing lines in the sand
Living our lives hand to hand...
...On a warm night, in my mind
Ferry ride... |
| » Traffic « |
Don't get mad at nothin'
(Anything) that passes by
Don't yank from the sky
You make up too many voices
Too many scenario's imaginari-OH!
Dreary load
Should keep on going...writing...riding
Too long for sitting...muscle atrophy
Look at me, I'm damning my transmission
We scramble for position,
Jockey for transmission
Just make it up (got to go!)
Makin' up for lost time
Drive To Reveal
Reinvent the wheel
Still making up for lost time
Traffic! Traffic!
Silly me. Simile is like a rat trap
Beast...
Beast in a steal cage.
Road rage, road rage, rode-dent-rage
Fess up, fed up. enough!
I'm messing up, make it up...for lost time
[CHORUS]
Bend shape twist and steal
Wrider's Block gets me down
Bark like a dog, yelp like Sting...
(I was hoping for my own thing)
This is not the road I should be on
This is not the road I should be on!
'Cause you might get hurt.
'Cause you could get lost
Oh, these infrastructure metaphors are a boar
I...aye, aye
I don't think I'll gO there in frustration
Make a clean departure, oh no.
There I GO!
Again!!
Road Trip on my own tongue.
Oh well,
I made it thru another one...
[CHORUS]
Windshield Movie so surreally
Given up on lost time...
Given up, got me down |
| » Clannanhide « |
There's a place we hide true selves
Shine them into golden awe
Clandestine, I. Charade, shadow the midnight
Hide, muddle the meaning. Hide, muddle the meaning
The Plan: Clan and Hide. (show the way...)
Motes protect honed purity
Storm the heartened masquerade
[CHORUS]
We all follow around the bend. (go astray...)
We fear ourselves. We lock up in rooms
We make not a sound beneath our shoes
Hi, yes, we're fine...we act enthused
Then dance with ourselves without any groove
We're all out of might. We no longer strive
We practice the art of 9 to 5
Examples are cheap and talk is proof
Do as I say, not as I do.....
Na na na na.... |
| » Aurora « |
Shuffle in the feet, thrive alive
Viking Confident, am lucky I
Doomsday! A pillage-plunder magna cum laude
Solar flare! An eye-spy with a panavision glare
Sun's down, Oh no... where's the after-glow!
Burn midnight coal...time on a roll
mine enemy, mine enemy
doubt in the soul (forgot the goal)
mine enemy, mine enemy
Not Today / Night to Day
Ladder climbing high, speak in rungs
Spin the yarn to tie-up tired lungs
No time to breathe...grab the rope and hoist, mercy me
Too much to prove...what if callous hands burn milky-smooth?
Sun's down, Oh no...'round, we merry-go!
Fade out, Fade out
Fool fighting sloth, poor candle moth
mine enemy mine enemy
Curiosity, now charred debris
mine enemy mine enemy
Not to Day/ Night to Day
AURORA!
Here we go again, destruct the plan
Technicolor bright, you yellow man
A damp fuse...stormy confidence now feeling blue
Wheel needs a cog...worn shoe... so goes the travelogue
Sun's down, oh no...where's the after-glow?
Time to Fade out, Fade out
Ah, safely home (no need to roam)
Mine enemy, mine enemy
Faux-pahsitive (no fuel to sieve)
Mine enemy, mine enemy
Not Today / Night to Day
AURORA!
Time to Fade out, Fade out |
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