Refraining from any self-deprecatory comments (with some difficulty), I present the following for your consideration. Most of the pieces on this album were poems that later found an instrumental accompaniment which fit them well; a few were written as actual “songs. I thought it would be interesting to print the original poems, rather than the re-worked versions, so you will notice some subtle differences from what made it onto the disc. In the words of the great Stan Lee, ‘Nuff said.
1. Broad Strokes of Mind
I want to speak great gusts of wind that
Open the heart to full sail and soar
with a scream every tempest, cry the mind's eye
in a tear of hair from the beast
forcing closed the door
To moan the dog's groan, the breeze sigh,
Words of rain to explain the turning sky
through the sound of inner ground rising,
fragile lines branching
into wings, spirals of meaning
to wrap the world
in an angel of singing
grief, love, ache of rain
upon the brain stinging
Start it off with broad strokes of mind;
Grab the serpents that coil the world
and unwind.
2. The Rain Still Lingers
The rain still lingers
In that place
Where your face
Falls fresh and cold
As newly melted crystals of snow
Rain still lingers
In the memory of our garden house
And the sloping drops
Beaded up on the rose
Rain lingers
In the same way birth
Remains in the smell
Of descendant clouds upon the earth
And always will
Gently play
Even as the feeling
Of petals
Between my fingers
Stays
After the rest
Of the storm has gone away
From that swath of air where
The rain still lingers.
3. The Awaiting Jewels
Your body
Is only the jewel
The light passes through
So, as much
As I long
To touch you
And taste the diamond air
That floats all about you
I will wait
And instead seek to find
If the light your eyes define
Can uncover the necessary shine
To illumine
The awaiting jewels
In mine
4. Santa Cruz Roller Coaster Blues
Babe, can you feel the roller coaster start to move
Hey baby, can you feel the roller coaster start to move
Start to move, start to move
Can you feel the music blowin on through the grass
Can you feel the ocean as the motion keeps on
Rollin past, rollin past
Babe can you hear the music in the ground
Hey baby can you hear the music all around
All around, all around
Don't you feel like fallin off the ground
It's all about getting lost till music makes you found
Makes you found
I want to crawl inside the side of your brain
I want to get into the seat of your pain
Of your pain, of your pain
I want to feel you like my face against the rain
In the rain drivin poundin soundin its echoes in my brain
I want to crawl inside the side of your brain
I want to get into the seat of your pain
Of your pain, of your pain
I want to feel you like my face against the rain
In the rain drivin poundin soundin its echoes in my brain
I want to feel you from the inside out
I want your music like it came from my mouth
From my mouth, from my mouth
I want your heart beating drums inside my chest
I want you free and warm with angels on your breath
Hey babe can you feel the train as it's leavin
Baby can you feel the trees as they're leavin
Their crumbled brown hands wave from the faces of the floor
Crumble into me and escape from that door
The train's got to move my sweet little maiden
The train's got to move it can't just sit here waitin
Got to move, got to move
Make the most of time and your hold upon this land
Make the most of the music and take hold of my hand
5. Girl Comes Up
Girl comes up to me
With a song
Though she hasn’t said a thing
Girl comes up
Carrying the sun
I was busy
Not noticing
Girl comes directly in
To my field of view
And opens it, back to
A field
Girl didn’t do
Anything
But her own being
So well
6. Easy
Easy, so easy, make it look so easy
Way you do that thing you do to me
Party in a red dress, goin nowhere but the bed
Gotta say I like the way you move from dreams
Into my head
7. In Your Mind
I got the war machine
I got the gasoline
I got the butterflies in my head
Got a shadow’s gleam
Like a backwards dream
Got a famine that's never been fed
Well the lights are on
But the sun is gone
Down in the valley below
Where the people graze
The dead shoppin malls
Like the ghosts of faded buffalo
It's all in your mind
It's up, you’re behind
Losin' touch don't take too much
Had a strange design
In a frame of mind
With a shine like a crystal day
Had a thousand eyes
And only one disguise
That kept a hundred visions away
Had an ear like a hand
Pulling sounds from the land
Juggling words in the air
Had a heart like a star
That freed the light from the jar and
Burned the shadows like a solar flare
8. The Game
She’s got another plan, she’s found another man
She’ll take him for a ride to take a look inside
She will want you just for an hour or two
Until she’s positive she’s got what you can give
She wants to say just what you’ll hear
And then when she gets the arrow clear
Make no mistake, it’s all a game
Give her a break and she won’t do it again
She’s down on the scene
Talking sharp, looking mean
Armed to the teeth for thrill
Hoping her looks will kill
Make no mistake, you get what you see
The beauty’s skin aint deep and
Even that aint free
She’s down on the street
Slicing up new cuts of meat
Looking with a butcher’s eyes
Sizing the prize with knives
She’s somewhere out there, lurking in the air
Like a perfume that blurs up the room
Make no mistake , it’s all a game
Play it with one hand on your heart and
Two hands on your brain
10. Birthday
Today was your birthday
I brought you some flowers
Though it was a good day
You cried all the hours
Though it was a good day
You couldn’t
Even get outta the bed
Even get outta your head
I brought you some roses
‘Cause it was your birthday
How could I have known that
You were callin your death day
How could I have known that
Something deep inside of you died
Just to get outside
You are a wounded horse
On the edge of an abyss.
The holes your hooves enlarge
Galloping so frantically after intangibles
Leave not much of
You left.
I pray for you
Though I have no religion
And hope for you
Though I possess no decision.
Your choices of smoke
Are quickly becoming
An icicle cloak
Behind which freezes the blood
No longer running.
I pray for you
Though I have no reason
But that something
Has brought us together
For a season.
And somehow the waves
You make as you move
Create in my spirit
A permanent groove.
We are both in danger.
So I lit up a candle
To pray for your freedom
You fell in the hard smoke
To slowly stop breathin
You fell in the hard smoke
Not so slowly goin’ right out of your mind
You could leave it behind
11. Lunas
The crescent moon
Is the curled horn of a bull
Or a cup of tea accidentally nudged
And spilling a bright ring
On the tablecloth Infinity
The crescent moon is the reflection
Of the sun’s boomerang returning
And the crystalline light
Of the color white
Burning
The crescent moon is one half
Of a fluctuating yin-yang ring,
The intensity of an eye
Just about to close
Or opening
The crescent moon
Is a necklace of bone
Or a silent chip
Broken off stone
And the crescent moon
Is one thought from the angel
Watching over the café
Whose proximity makes me shiver
As Orion reaches for his quiver
Of night outside and bows, away
12. The Looking
I looked for you everywhere
How many deserts have spoken
Your name
With their silence?
The moon's breast is filled
With the same white longing
Where her milk spills into the silver clouds
And diamond streams.
How long have the rocks known
Your secret
And how long
Have they suffered to know?
You are preaching sermons to
The mysterious ears
Of alley clowns and silent mountains.
Your ghost is a flickering shade
Just come over the hill,
On the verge of speaking
Its truest name
As I suddenly turn
To face a reflection vanishing
In empty air
13. Not to Rust
"How dull it is pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!"
-Ulysses, Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ulysses returning to an empty palace, filled with people
Gone ten years gray with hollow welcome;
A bygone lap of luxury for the easy of heart,
Shadows taking form in the antique gold
Though distorted by curves in the tarnished metal.
Nothing to hold him in a world of ghosts,
No way to feel welcome surrounded by hosts:
His strange wife escorts him through the palace,
Through its multitudes of lost lively rooms
Through the faces of children grown men
And his son a one adrift in the many.
“Please, take a load off,” the man tells him,
Extending a gruff hand forcefully.
All his belongings fit a little bag
Carried next to heart.
“Here is your sword from the ten year’s war;
We’ve many such like it from then and before.”
Tired with memories his mind feels the drag
Like an anvil dropping anchor in deep sea,
A clock stopping and falling over forever,
The world stopping, crust collapsing
And finally dragged into magma.
The ocean looms at the bay of a window,
Sweeping rhythmically through the commotion.
Eyes closed on a phantomy wisp of shore,
A stranger opens the door
And startles him standing on the aged floor.
“Come have a drink,” someone says,
And he thinks it’s his wife,
“The wine is imported from the far shores
Of the eastern sea.”
“Yes, I’ve been there,” he replies, lazily.
The old island forever apart from remains.
His eyes droop again toward a green palace
To dust drooping from a brown vine against the window
And a bottle of wine savored long ago.
Eyes on the ocean, wind blowing grey hair
And slowly moistening against the tide,
Eyes on the horizon, time enough before sunset
And more unknown beneath the sky.
“Just put the drink on the shelf over there;
I’m only stepping out for a moment’s air.”
Setting sail, exiled to the gale,
Blowing from sea to sea for air,
Past breezing years and moaning wails
Cast pale with sirens singing the past-
“I’ve tied myself to the mast
And suffered a taste of death
For new horizon and new breath,
I can’t marry you wife or marry what’s gone,
Even now the sea swallows the sun
And the tide blows steady wind on the rise.”
A raindrop on his cheek from the skies,
The sunset silhouetting on distant eyes,
A tear for remembered joys and goodbyes
And then a look towards the open expanse
And then a look for the wind blowing chance
And then never another look back.
14. The Way We Love Best
The fields are green
And running away from the road
As we move
And you, you’re looking at me
As the sky opens up and we groove
On up into the sunlight
Out onto the blue trail
Fire falling from the edges
Of the afternoon’s cloudy tail
Nothing but blue music and
The song of the sun setting in the west
Let’s head out towards the evening
In the way that we love best
The yellow rug of fall
Is stretched across the mountain grass
And it rolls and it falls
Deep into the crevasses of earth
The mountains look prepared for bed
Or as if something has just awoken them
As if something still sleeps and hides
Beneath the sheets of the silt hillsides
The sun is white and in our eyes
Over mountains off in the distance
Grey and blurry under western skies
Let’s head for the evening
In the way we love best
The mountains are hidden behind
Distant clouds and the rain
But we’re moving together
As the music gets loud and we sing
And it’s on into the shadows
And ghosts on both sides of the trail
And you grab onto me hard
And I grab onto the wheel
And it’s nothing but midnight
With new stars rising in the west
Let’s slide into the evening
In the way we love best
Thursday, November 18, 2010
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