TRACKS
Parentsland (Peace is Our Release)
A little boy lay
sleeping wrapped in blankets,
a white band of
cloth 'round his head.
The grass by the
concrete walkway
his mother marches
on
is comfort - a
temporary bed.
The band had a
message that read "One" -
"There isn't
time to redo what we've done".
The message could
read "Fatherland"
or it could be
"Motherland"
(we're)
responsible for meeting their demands.
Protest won't
unite in Parentsland.
Cutting through
the red tape of the
city streets and
parks to justify
the violence that
goes on.
They build more
bombs to bring us peace,
yet cannot buy our
release
when all that
we've built is dead and gone.
The message here
is clear, it is "One."
We take what is
the child's and have left none.
Conspiracies of
silence don't communicate.
The action is to
pass and renunciate
- to come toward a
solution, to meditate.
Banners, pickets,
hunger won't alleviate.
Just be a parent
to the child that we create -
Protest won't
unite in Parentsland.
The Impossible Sky
Suspended from a
skyhook, an Old World Lark
is out of reach,
can't conceive, in the dark.
Soaring through
the skywaves, vault the arch
clearest welkin
cover, vault the sky march.
In God's home,
listen for the silence.
Let the whispers
of infinity flow in your ear.
Let the eyes on
the back of your head help you to hear
His messages,
which will come so clear.
Life is a liquid
flowing in time.
Life is a journey
down the skyline.
As we slide
through the slipstream clouds,
feet turn into
knees.
The only way to
capture what you need is to seize.
Crawling, languid,
seeking complacency in flight.
Only in our
blindness, brightest sun, do we see night.
A destiny is a
spiritual drama in which we seek the why.
And though we are
so crippled,
we can move toward
the sky
- the impossible
sky - darling, we can do it if we try!
Drift free, fly -
till we're all sky-high.
Fly.--
Pushing Water
(as sung from high
on a hill on a windy day)
What's the point
in pushing water?
It all comes back to
you.
You can move it,
but where does it get you?
It can move you,
but where can you go?
Let the pushing of
the waves confront.
Let the force of
my words be blunt.
Let it run through
your hands
and feel it for
what it is.
We're all so blind
and willingly wear
the blinders given
us, but can we dare
to dance when we
should be sleeping?
To soar away with
no worries or cares.
I got this idea
that when I'm old
I'll not be left
out in the cold
or set adrift on
open sea
I'll be tossing
waves outside of me.
The sleepingman
spots me on the horizon.
The clover has
turned from a head to a tailspin.
Givings freed from
the wound that is opened.
My rhythm's held
tight for there's no gap to breathe in.
I'm pushing the
water out of the womb
catching a glimpse
of the one sweet tomb
pushing the change
of the earth's last phase
pausing in one of
its hesitant ways.
Making Fun of Pain
Breathe until you
drop dead.
Break the spell
that's in your head.
You'll see the
sparks will fly away
until the Earth is
round.
Again, you'll find
the black meets white.
Then you'll stop
making fun of pain.
You'll find the truth
can help you find the way.
The world is so
fragile.
Stop causing it
pain... recycle.
Believe the truth
has come at last
to break the
patterns of the past.
You'll find the
God within heals
and takes the pain
away.
Now you can go on
to the next life
(with no kharma
to...)
Consciousness will
reveal
that we cannot
truly feel
the way the Earth
can move
us to the stars
a-way to find the
planet Mars.
Let Me Go to a Higher Plane
I stand at the
edge of the circle.
Waves, though
shallow, slap at my feet.
Sorting the times
of my lifetimes
I know this is the
last,
though evil souls
dance on every side.
Surrounding myself
with a pure white light
I'll never give up
the fight
now in flight.
Let me go to a
higher plane.
Swirls of light
show your face.
Could you be
someone I've known?
Are you part of
the present, the past?
And now I'm at the
center, aglow.
Forces pulling
from below.
I feel temptation,
the luring jest
and I have so much
to confess to you.
Faces come so pure
and yet
(the) darkness I
can't forget.
Swirls of light
melt from my hands.
The moon is there
at my command.
It tells me just
what I should do.
It's led me
through the light to you.
It's cleansed me
in the ocean deep.
It's given me
secrets
I can't keep to
myself.
I came so close to
dying;
tried to hide the
darkness away.
All that saved me
was running
through the wet
fields with the moonlight
splashing on my
hair.
Cast off the dark,
crawling spirits,
so low in a black
mist of the night
waiting to take me
away.
Let me go to a
higher plane.
So, let me go to a
higher plane.
Let me go.
Let me go to a
higher plane!
Higher and higher
and higher
till the Light has
taken my soul.
Till I'm so high
that God is down below.
Intolerance
Crawl and then
stand, ending up walking;
bodies are bent
from the pain of the fall.
Start with a
stammer, ending up talking
losing our teeth
once we've said it all.
Fathers die, good
men become thieves.
The friendless
stay hungry.
Our dear one
leaves.
Seduced by the
green lights and the master of slums,
the babies are
taken by religious judges.
Condemned to their
deaths, they cannot save
our poor souls
from the gallows' grave.
We die without
knowing and can't confess -
robbed, tortured and
distressed.
Social injustice!
[Man's inhumanity
to man]
Social injustice!
[Man's inhumanity
to man]
Continue in
transition, dear one
to and fro, we
rock like a dime
just as we're
trapped (in time)
dictated by the
clock.
The loom of fate
is weaving more and more
for us to live and
learn
and through love's
struggle perseveres.
The candle ever
burns.
It ever burns.
Out of the cradle
endlessly rocking
Out of the cradle
hatred,
intolerance battle love and charity.
Hatred.
Intolerance!
injustice - battle
love and charity.
intolerance!
injustice - battle
love and charity.
intolerance!
Out of the cradle
endlessly rocking.
Out of the cradle
of the present
Out of the cradle
of yesterday
Out of the cradle
of the past
Out of the cradle
of the reticent
Out of the cradle
of yesterday
Out of the cradle
endlessly rocking
The loom of fate
weaves more.
The Awakening
[inspired by
"The Blue Bird"]
I burn the candle
at both ends
in the forest where
the lights go
when they are
blown out.
My life could be
the story
so beautiful from
beginning to end.
But instead it
stings my senses,
awakening in me
emotions so long
dormant, so seldom seen.
It's the flashing
light of the awakening.
And this is the
palace of happiness.
And these are the
days of the daydream.
Go on to the night
of the bedlam.
"Oh gaffer!
Your blackbird is blue."
Sound the note of
infinity -
the note of a
fragile phantasy.
So all the world's
a song.
It's the war inside
that tries to take me
and the helpless
feeling God can't wake me.
This black foul!
It's the flashing
light of the awakening.
Water cleans it
all away.
Monster dreams
disappear when the light comes on.
Rulers of my
destiny
go away when I
release them to the wind.
I'm drugged by
fools! This black foul!
Weighted with
malevolence!
This black foul!
Till I create no
more.
When with the
awakening, they let me live.
Let me live -
truer to myself.
This moment
contains all the love.
This moment
contains all the hate.
Silence (is the Healer)
I am the ghost,
the ghost of war
and I can feel the
pain no more
and now I observe,
I haven't a prey.
I'm just shadowing
the lives
standing in my
way.
We sent our troops
in harm's way.
Few will live to
fight another day.
I was a ravaged
angel in the storm
and now I'm home,
safe and warm.
Silence is the
healer...
to inspire the
better angels of our nature.
With these gifts,
the harm's in us.
Yet prayer can
overcome.
Let the doors they
open open doors for you.
Out of nothing
I'll always rise
above it all
and traffic in
souls that reinvent time.
I am the daughter
of the gods
and I know where I
stand.
I harbour no
remorse, no bloodlet
on my hand---
Silence!
The wounds lie
deep, but tomorrow renews
and with that
promise, we can't lose.
Reckless
All lies! - I'm
reckless, so reckless.
No ties! - I've
been reckless, too reckless.
I was so careless;
(I) wistfully wasted all of my time.
I was such a mess;
(I) wastefully shattered the rungs of my foolish climb.
How deep the
wounds lie!
I seek but still
can't find a Higher Power!
With the strength
that is borne inside of my mind.
Where is my
humility?
I can't take the
insanity!
I still can't
justify
why they take an
eye for an eye.
All lies! - I'm
reckless, so reckless.
No ties! - I've
been reckless, too reckless.
I was so crippled
- I needed healing, the touch of the kind.
(I) couldn't find
success - the more that I tried,
the farther I got
behind.
At the dead of
day...
I stumbled to bed,
empty inside.
But hey! I lived
on the edge, nearing suicide.
Now I've got a
firmer grip
to keep me from
the slightest slip.
Slings and arrows
fly and miss
and now I'm
strong, I can resist.
Healing
memories...
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