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The World Is
The world is, getting harder to live in
Everywhere I go there's more taking than giving
You turn your back on your brother
You're going out on your lover
And do your best to keep covered...
Walking A Circle
It's been a long time since
I've seen anything magical
A long, long time it's been
Have I let the world blind me from the truth
Can I blame the world again
The Day the Sun Rose in the West
The world was waking from sleep
No one knew what it was
It was something in the air, a morning like no other
Fresh dew drops and points of light
sparkled upon each flower
Bird songs and a sunrise so bright lasted for hours and hours and hours and hours...
The day the sun rose in the West...
No work today something stronger is calling
the world to peace and observance of nature
A refreshing memory of all that we take for granted
our lives, our friends, and living on this planet
The day the sun rose in the West...
Another Time and Place
Absorbed in a book of documented fiction
But to me it's as real as you
Lost in the senses, I smell the summer
Summer air over Sweden
Leaving the theater, blinded by the light
A little mistrusting after such a ride
Holding onto life as any actor would
Putting up a strong fight
It's all another time and place
Each dream, each dawn, each one moving on
Each person passing through the world
Ireland's Time of Old
Imagine green rolling fields, the seacoast, and distant mountains...
Shamrocks in peoples eyes and a small pitched roof cottage...
The old man walks by with the help of a knotted cane
Children play by the moss grown cobbled bridge
While harps and flutes sing down the road
No pressures in the times of old
Green and yellow are the fields of Ireland
White and blue are the skies
Come home my love to Ireland
Sail home my love and be mine
Year of the Dinosaur (Chris says this was written as a parody of the record industry).
In the year of the dinosaur great giants will come back
Sticking out their long necks on legends of the past
Burnt out old predators deprived of a tale
Revive the ancient story for one last weeping wail
You won't be forgotten; old fables never die
They're in museums of history; No one is forgotten
Another crooner craves a piece of the pie
In the year of the dinosaur
In Solitude (Dedicated to Southwest author John Sinclair)
He stands before the plain
Sun shining down on a Texas range
For this old land he lives
On the dusty trail with a pen in hand
Heard a hooting owl call as the fire crackling fades
In the light of early dawn the silent earth cold jaded
Saddled up his horse, gone with a ghost
Autumn leaves, frosty trails we journey untold places
Ancient land I feel your colors
Once upon a time stood still
Shining land I sense your voices
Just hold me there, in solitude
Lolly Lo
Lazy day with my lover beneath the sunshining pool
She sings all the sweeter when I grab her under the blue
Lolly, lolly, lolly, lo, come hither love me
Quothe he: can you love?
Not a care, or a worry content with the fruits of her love
Sipping drinks with a cherry
Plucking grapes, want the nectar of her
Blue Light Blues
I remember Spider -- the man could play them drums
Back when we was young the days of wine and song
connected to the blues when that woman done me wrong
She was a mambo priestess just like her mom
We ain't all Baptists here - son you mind your own
With voodoo running wild and no angel for your soul
She did squeeze my lemon and left this man to beg
Some joker got lucky, got a piece of leg
She's such a pretty mama - her name back then was Peg
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Outside Looking In - (from Yonder Rhombus, a rock opera about a rock band)
Look at them, those lucky stiffs!
With a flock of cuties, what is all this?
I guess this band is starting to hit
Thought to me, they sound like shit
Of course they might take advantage of my expertise
Maybe I'll assist them in an advisory capacity
A Rainy Afternoon (from Yonder Rhombus)
Stretch, we've been talking it over...
You're always pissed off
Fighting with Lennie
We decided...
You're out of the band Stretch
What are you saying? Out? Out of the band?
It's...for the best.
To Hell with you guys!
%^&# YOU! What's happened to us?
What's happened to you?
Lennie walks in - takes on over -
You're marching around like brain-washed robots!
This was our band, our dream, remember?
Now I'm out!
Yeah, I'm out. But you're out too.
You just don't know it yet!
I'm gone, I'm outta here,
We're all doomed! We're history!
A Terrible Beauty (from Yonder Rhombus)
Alone.
It's one thing to be alone by choice
But quite another if it's because the ones you love
The ones you trust, the ones you count on
have betrayed you
Now I know what a terrible beauty
Loneliness is. (Borrowed from Yeats).
Maybe In Our Next Life (from Yonder Rhombus)
Maybe in our next life we'll have another go round
We'll have different names and faces
But the magnet is a sound
My soul will know you you
Your soul will know me
We'll be drawn together
Like a picture that needs a frame
There will be a spiritual recognition
An amazing intuition, across the karmic sea.
Wasteland Abode (Hinterland)
I wake up with love pouring from my heart,
I wonder if the world feels the same
A troubled place that is lacking trust,
Bad news in the headlines again.
Illusions hold us all
Lack of God in darkened minds
Frightens peoples empty lives
They only see rivals, competing for space.
Country against country, race against race.
Will the future be another dark moment in history?
Another enraged Hitler screaming at your families?
Lost Sheep Is Calling (Hinterland)
Perhaps I'm growing old, the change is hard to take
Cutting ties, living different lives
I've loved you for so long - it's hard to say goodbye
The burning point of love - haunts me in this life
Lead me, guide, take me beside thee
hear me, help me, a lost sheep is calling
Whom Shall I Send? (about the homeless problem)
A woman with a child, what situation brought you here?
Lack of reassurance, no one believed you were unique
In the heat of summer, the streets are scattered with homeless souls
Dusty, weary, and saddened, they didn't see you were a child of God
A cardboard sign - calling for help
at the intersection where people reflect
A cardboard sign - is this for real,
Don't turn away - whom shall I send - whom shall I ask?
Dear One (Eye of the Needle)
People chasing one thing after another,
Hairdos, clothes and images
Happy for a time then discontented again
Chasing the frivolities of this earth
I'm watching from the theatre seat
Want to participate but the script, the script is ingrained
Can't solve the mystery of this
Dear one I know you have your own set of plans and troubles
I only ask that you work me into your life
In all the hustling, bustling, we need to find some common
ground, keep it together, who knows about forever.
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