Lyrics

We gotta real thing goin’ here
Another sacred point of view
But when I write know that I would put the wheels in motion for you
I gotta bright idea
But a gotta bone to pick with you
But when I die blow you kisses to the sky where I will break through
of these existential blues

Now you learned your lesson
Well, are you satisfied?
You figured out how to fill your soul
But can you empty up your mind?

It’s been a long time coming
I’ve seen a hundred thousand moons
In every one the reflection of the sun, oh the mirror of truth
But when a soul (sol) is setting
You know it’s only out of view (out of you)
Now when I die know that I will come around and rise up anew
Once more be subject to
These existential blues

I set off in search of a man
They say that he resembles me
But stronger and bolder
At least three months older, you see
I felt I was hot on the trail
Saw he left a message for me
Said “you’ll never face me, you’ll chase me for eternity…

So lighten up, it’s a long road
Burn all the bones in your pack
Those mountains of worry you carry around on your back
If you wish for a drink
Sip dew from the iris
Shelter you’ll seek
Sleep ‘neath the cypress
And follow each rose to the end of the road and beyond
Unraveling your traveling song”

I woke up with blood on my hands
All twisted in dream’s restless sleep
Where symbols are sacred to kill as a man
Where I’d never trust a machine
I entered the forest of sawdust
And cried at my favorite tree
But this corpse of a cedar in time makes a fine nursery

I came to the fountain of fire
Where the thick water rises up from the ground
Steaming and spitting it issues a whispering sound
The dirtiest blood from the Earth
Was the holiest well that ever I found
But it pointedly burned when I bent and anointed my brow

Shimmering eyes
It takes inner light to glimmer through the night
You are the fire
A subjective truth can’t disprove this universal light
You are the chosen few
No longer pacified…

Scarecrow stands on a broken rung
He either talk in riddles or he speak in tongues
Swaying in the breeze, swinging on a cross
Like a false messiah preaching to the crops

Herald of the morning, oh the Spell is broken
Harbinger of the dawn relinquishing the night
Ripping at the seams where we tore it open
And in poured the light

The only thing that’s set in stone
Is the ever-present inconsistency
The shifting energy is plain to see
The only thing we’ve ever known
Is Mother Cultures misphilosophy
A modern mockery of antiquity

Herald of the morning, oh the Spell is broken
A trumpet in the mist, a fist afraid to fight
Drop it on the one where the beat is broken
Where wind roars, the sail soars,
And in pours the light

Icebergs in silence
Iceland to Ireland
I rowed from the Island
Down to the Mondegreen

Indian Paintbrush
Horsetail and foxglove
She rode from the highland
White bridle sat astride

Tongueless and truth-less,
Hungry and toothless
My compass is useless when
Our course collided

I fled from my shadow
Down through the old meadow
Into the woods yellow

There where the flood runs low
There where your blood pumps slow
There where the light lays low
Down on the Mondegreen

Well met on the heather
Unstrapped her leather
And kissed her down feathers
My darlin’ did oblige

We shed summer sorrows
And when we shed our clothes
Up from the moss we rose

I pricked the briar rose
Beauty don’t grow in rows
Blood on my hands and toes
Blood on the Mondegreen

On a coal black mare
Down a frosty path
Where the roots break through
Saw the concrete cracked
We set our sight
Down the broken road
Where the city scape
Scraped the skyline bold
When the scent of salt
And sweet decay
Met the old asphalt
Wet with ocean spray
A forgotten tune
Rose to my lips
Just a simple groove
On the one and six
Just a simple movement on the one and six
Near the heart of town
To the tallest tower
Where I climbed the rise
In the midnight hour
On the moonlit roof
Howled to the sky
I could hear the wolves
Their responding cry
In the hush of midnight
The resounding cry

And all my life
Whispered back to me
Down the windy streets
In a minor key
A forgotten tune
Rose to my lips
Just a simple groove
On the one and six
Just a simple movement on the one and six

We are the last ones
To playa the pipe and drum
‘Til the sleepers awaken
For it’s pouring rain and the morning’s just begun

We were the last ones
To reap of the rye unsown
But in the future the pasture’s high
Where the catcher stands at the precipice beyond

You were the last one
To see me come undone
Sweet as the first kiss
On the last day that I called you my own one

All that you choose becomes you
All that we choose to share
Hangs in the balance
Suspended on Life’s golden scale
We rise and fall
Light as breath
Held aloft by the Other’s weight
The Other’s choice
If you would choose another way
And lift your choice from golden plate
The scales would surely tumble down
From my unsupported heavyness
But know you this
I do not stand upon these scales
To hold you up
Nor am I here for the weightlessness
You give to me in equal love
I’m here because I want to be
I long to share my love with you
Hanging fearlessly aloft
I’m here because
I choose

You were the last one
To see me draw God’s blood
To seek of the keepsake
Where the heartbreak
Cuts the other edge of love

We are the last ones
To carry the call of the wild
Cradle to casket
Where(we’re) the passionate rogues in heaven stole the fire

When the soul divides from the confines
And the coals in the fire smolder and die
The winged withdraw and the demons withhold
For they dwell in the realm of the old
Gold Dust from the sky and the current they blow
Guide the miles and the trials of your road

When the notes collide and combine
And the crow on the wire shivers and flies
My love takes form of a dove through the storm
Spiral wind lift this feather and bone
Moonlight through the folds
Mist curtains roll closed
Read the world as it’s written in prose

Gold Dust from the sky and the currents they blow
Guide the miles and the trials of your road

I’ve been told
it’s a long walk home, from the fountain to the foam
So shed your skin and grow your wings; show your fangs
And throw yourself before the lord of names
Endure your wealth and enjoy your pain
For it may be that only death will set you free
But there’s no tellin’ there’s no guarantee
You may fly as a fledgling from the tree
Or you may fall as rain drops into the open sea
But there’s no knowin’ there’s no guarantee
All this fog, it’s here and then it’s gone, the truth remains in song
Or that’s just what I long to believe, that Love will set you free
Give me death or liberty…
If you take my life, you can’t touch my soul
While this song gets amplified a thousand fold
And it may be that only death will set me free
But there’s no tellin’ there’s no guarantee
I may fly as a fledgling from the tree, or I may fall as rain drops
Into the open sea, but there’s no knowing there’s no… ooh ooh
No, there’s no tellin’ there’s no… guarantee

Sundown churns the crimson ripples
Set your sails for foreign shores
Drifting on the sea of dreamers
Daybreak brings the crystal showers
Cast your nets for falling stars
For in my dreams I am fa-a-a-aling…
into your arms
Every day I wake I try to lose my mind (lose my mind)
I’m strong enough to hold the ladder
Am I bold enough to climb?
The darkest fruit hangs on the highest vine
And if I scale the steepest spire
What is there to find?
But all upon the ground you left behi-i-i-ind
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up Wake up and face the music!

The crumbling of your fragile fortress
Is something to behold
I pray that I can stand to watch it go-o-o-o
Twilight sings the rapture of living
Underneath an open sky
Where in my dreams I am fa-a-a-aling… into your arms
Every day I wake I try to lose my mind (lose my mind)

Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up Wake up and face the music Music, music!

There was a fancy fool
Who quarreled with the king
and courted all the maidens
with songs of love and sin
He didn’t care for rules
he didn’t care for rings
the moment was his muse and
pleasures of the skin

but as anyone who goads
a lion in his den
he was banished to the open road
and ne’er returned again

I know-
there’s a price to pay
but I’m fickle and I’m far
but I refuse to learn
the hard way

The fool upon the wind
was weary of the road
his fancy took a forest glade
and he laid a house of stone
it sat upon a spring
where water ever rose
he strove to stop the spring
but water never ceased to flow

imprisoned from within
and drowning in his home
till the water reached the brim
and toppled every single stone!

I know-
there’s a price to pay
but I’m fickle and I’m fae
but I refuse to learn
the hard way

Waylaid on the forest floor
Satiated yet wild for more
So lead me to the forests edge
Take me to your riverbed
Lead me, take me, lead me to the water’s edge
Take me, lead me…

Sundown on the forest grove
Spider thread and mistletoe
Angled light, tangled web
Take me to your riverbed
Lead me, take me, lead me to the water’s edge
Take me, lead me…

Wake up in the moonlight, in the moonlight,
In the moonlight singing
Wake up in the moonlight, in the moonlight,
In the moonlight with me

Wild hearts in the forest glade,
Teachin’ me to misbehave
Speak breath, cheeks flushed red,
Take me to your riverbed
Lead me, take me, lead me to the water’s edge
Take me, lead me, take me to the water’s edge
Lead me, take me, lead me to the water’s edge
Take me, lead me…

Let us pretend that I don’t second-guess myself
And we’ll suspend the judgment
No need to mend, no means to an end
For the moment takes the precedence
I would be happy if you threw your arms around me
No matter where or when you decide
For likewise, in your eyes; they’re a sight for sore eyes…

Would you be my deer, won’t you be my doe?
I know you know a way out, a place where we could go
Would you be my deer, won’t you be my doe, doe
I know you know a way out, a place where we could go

City is a maze, no place to be an animal
Do you know a glade or a place ‘a we could lay?
City is a maze, no place to be an animal
Do you know a glade or a place ‘a we could graze?

If you were my doe, darlin’ I could be your buck
Take you to the ridge, watch the buildings burn to dust
If you were my doe, darlin’ I could be your buck
Emptyin’ our pockets, watch the riches turn to rust

There’s a lone bright star in the northern mountains
There’s a road to sail
Through the wild wood there’s a flowering fountain
Whoa, follow me there

Where the rain gives life to the curling water
There’s a meal to share
Over the garden wall there’s a rolling river
Whoa, follow me there

Calling me home: northward to nowhere

See the warm light far in the deeping shadow?
There’s a room to share
There’s a hearth-fire, there’s a weeping willow
Home, follow me there

Calling me home: northward to nowhere!

Calling me, calling me home…

All my plants have gone to seed
Some I planted on my own
Some have never needed me
Farther than the eye can see
Flown like arrows from my bow
Fallen where?  I’ll never know

Golden limbs may spring from the heather
But I may never see them again

All my friends have gone to sea
Some are fishing, some afloat
Some are wishing they were home
My old friends are rollin’ free
Some I miss and some I don’t
I hope no one is missing me

Golden songs may be sung in fine weather
But I may never see them again

Looking forward to going to sea
Count my blessings when I go
Looking forward to being home
Taking cuttings from my trees
Fletching arrows for my bow
Living, loving, letting go

Golden limbs will spring from the feathered end!
But I may never see them again
I may never see them again

Looking forward to going to sea, count my blessings when I go
Looking forward…

Who drew the line between Fall and Wintertime?
Secrets in the trees all felt like mine
It’s been more than three years
Since I first changed my mind
But still I drift away, and still I’ve crossed the line

I walked in my sleep right down to the sea
And there was my love waiting for me
Leaning his back on a rowan tree

Birch leaves paint the streets I wander wistful and free
I wonder who sees me? How goldenly I breathe
Still as a waterfall pooling below
Stare as water falls, letting me go
Oh, let me go

I walked in my sleep right down to the sea
And there was my love waiting for me
Leaning his back on a rowan tree

And gazing down, the watery moon
Starlings sing a winter tune
The morning floods my room

I walked in my sleep right down to the sea
And there was my love waiting for me
Leaning his back on a rowan tree

Deep is the ocean on the wave that carries the whale’s song
Strong is the shoreline to resist the tide
High is the treetop on the wind which carries the sparrows song
Strong is the cedar that grips the soil

And I don’t wanna live in a monotone world
I want our voices to rise
No, I don’t wanna live in a monotone world
I want our voices to rise, rise, rise

Black is the endless abyss, within the iris, between the stars
White is a snowfall on a winter’s night
Black is the raven, the writer’s feather, the ink well drawn
White is a wild fox in northern clime

And I don’t wanna live in a monochrome world
I want our true colours to shine
No, I don’t wanna live in a monochrome world
I want our true colours to shine, shine, shine

And I don’t wanna live in a monotone world
I want our voices to rise
No, I don’t wanna live in a monochrome world
I want our true colours to shine
Shine, shine

I don’t kneel upon the pavement, I won’t buy a man-made god
But if I’ve nothing to believe in how can I press on?
I don’t tend to follow leaders, I reckon it’s the way I’s raised
But if I’ve nothing to believe in how can I find faith?

I wanna sing the praises but I don’t know who to praise
So I’ll raise a glass to every sense with which we can embrace……

Tyger tyger burning bright, in the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

It’s hiding in the inner-city, you can find it in the deepest woods
But it’s hard to know which way to go
When you’re forced to read the book

I wanna sing the praises but I don’t know who to praise
So I’ll raise a glass to every sense with which we can embrace……

Tyger tyger burning bright, in the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears
Did he smile, his work to see?
Did she who made the lamb make thee?

Dreamed that I was far from here
Wish that I could fly from here
Oh, if I was a raven
Oh, if I was a raven

Dwelling on the forest floor
High upon the wind you soar
Showing the way in, wolf raven
Show where the prey is, wolf raven

Wish that I could run to you
Underneath the waning moon
Oh, if I was a raven
Oh, if I was a raven
Oh, if I was a raven

Storm is done, the morning runs a river of deliverance
Colours play where once their lay a dungeon
Serpents coil around my head, the remnants of a quest I’ve led
Well, wrest this garland from my brow
And cast it burning into the ocean!

Where the mountains breach the surface
Reach the peaks above the tide
Where the rivers trace like veins across the whiteness of this isle
Solved the riddle of my actions, why I followed them to find
That your mouth means more to me than any magic could beguile

And in my bones, this I know
You’re my home, you’re my home

And this I know, in my bones
You’re my home…

Golden leaves fall all ‘round me, while following and howling
A thousand wolves with shining teeth pursued me
Miles I fled, through darkness tread
With nothing left to show or hide
Arise the sun now, light and guide me,
Through the brush and down to the ocean!

For in my bones, this I know
You’re my home, you’re my home
And this I know, in my bones
You’re my home…  You’re my home…

I am not my father, I’m not my partner, I’m not my child
I’m not my life and body, I am not my failures or desires
I’m not these words I’m writing, I am not the colours in my eyes

I am nothing, I am nothing
And it feels so good, it feels so full to be empty…  empty
It feels so good, I feel so fine to be

I am not my demon, I’m not my lover, I’m not my fault
I’m not my future creation, I’m not my legacy I’m not my art
I’m not my name I’m not my traits, I’m not my faith or my regret
I’m not the friendships that I’ve lost, I’m not my thoughts
I am not my thoughts

I am nothing, I am nothing,
I am nothing, I am nothing
And it feels so good, it feels so full to be empty…  empty
It feels so good, it feels so fine to be

I am nothing, I am nothing,
I am nothing, I am nothing
And it feels so good, I feel so full to be empty…  empty
It feels so good, I feel so free to be

The rapture of your form adorned the shallows
Storm on the horizon and a stone upon my palm
I’ve fallen prey to every fear that gathers in my shadow
Skipping stones toward rosy-fingered dawn

From every bended bow there hang the hallows
Lanterns hold the stories here when darkness claims the hollows
Sea shell on your palm divines the road that we may follow
But who will light the lanterns but ourselves?

A year upon the road and still a dream upon the  ‘morrow
Light on the horizon and your hand upon my palm
The rapture of our forms dissolve, young lovers in a meadow
And hallowed are those kisses in the sun