Walking in the Rain
Looking out across the fields of death’s victory, I look over my shoulder towards the morning of life’s day, The port of entry into foreign lands is guarded by the fear of weather, The audience can't figure out who has the lead role as they watch this dream play.
Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain.
Time is the wrong definition for what was, And when is the wrong question for what is to be, A flower with deep root in earth is aching for the touch of the sun, She walked up to me like a spirit; held out the palm of her hand and in it was a key.
Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain.
A brave warrior stands vigil over the castle of his shame, He says a man is only worth what he’s willing to give up and no more, A little boy runs to his mother crying; he has cut his finger on the edge of a rainbow, Over towards the coast I see a ship dreaming of the shore.
Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain.
Emotional impressionism and its context of colors like life’s weather is a mystery, It can rain in the cave of your skull without a cloud in the sky, Mind at large moves like a great thunderhead across the endless horizon, Life’s weather pays no heed to death’s forecast and all we can do is wonder why.... we’re.
Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain, Walking in the rain.
March 89
La Tempest
Instrumental
Feb. 89
World of Trouble
Remember the Alamo, Don’t have to say I told you so, Hostages and terrorists, Idealists and nihilists, Dark night of mother earth, Don’t know what your wisdom is worth, Children of the only light, Divide themselves in wrong and right, Nations rich and nations poor, Don’t know what we're fighting for.
We're in a world of trouble we better watch their step, We're in a world of trouble between the right and the left, We're in a world of trouble, But it could end like that!
You think we’d learned our lesson, With all of our second guessing, They could learn from us and we could learn from them, But we’d rather forecast the future grim, You make god the scapegoat of your plan, But god abides in every man, We just fight because we feel a need, Out of habit to protect our greed, Nations strong and nations weak, Watch the mighty exploit the meek.
We're in a world of trouble we better watch their step, We're in a world of trouble between the right and the left, We're in a world of trouble, But it could end like that!
Will we be just a part of history, Engulfed in a cloud of mystery, Sweet sardonic politicians, Deep foreboding intuitions, Children stooped in hunger pangs, Their skins soaked in acid rains, They used to fight for food and clothing, Now it’s just for fear and loathing, Nations poor and nations rich, You don’t have to kill for that son of a bitch.
We're in a world of trouble we better watch their step, We're in a world of trouble between the right and the left, We're in a world of trouble, But it could end like that!
June 87
Missing Link
You better wash them bones real good, Till there all shiny white, I wonder if you could, Give me some day for night, Are you puzzled by this strange design, Do you believe in the power of reason, Can we change this water to wine, Can we sell it out of season.
Never act before you think, Body and mind what’s the missing link.
You better test that answer first, Or the question might be wrong, Oh I swear this charm is cursed, But it couldn’t last for long, Come join the great debate, Throw another house on the fire, Tomorrow is always to late, Ah the truth is such a liar.
Science and religion oh what a stink, God and man what’s the missing link.
You better try hard to just be you, You better try harder to understand me, There are so many things we could do, Just imagine what we could be, But it’s not so easily done, And there ain't no reason why, Living just ain't that much fun, When you know you’ve got to die.
At times we feel like were on the brink, Spirit and flesh what’s the missing link.
March 89
Nice Day
The sun is shining brightly down on my unconcerned head, I’m celebrating the unseen life of the newly dead, Life is teeming with voracious hunger for more life, This joy that surges thru the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife, The blue sky comes down to the earth and melts into a field of daisies on my right, The air is filled with evening and the wonder of the coming night, More perfect than the idea of perfection, This kind of day could pass anybody’s inspection.
It’s such a nice day, Will you come out and play, It’s such a nice day, Won't you come out and play, It’s such a nice day, Please come out and play, It’s such a nice day, What else can I say.
The clouds scurry along like they’ve got more important things to do, I search my mind and my thoughts are of you, I think of your golden hair deep green eyes, I think of your mysterious ways and the shape of your thighs, The world seems to have come together for a moment to join hands, A brief epiphany in the ways of man, The entrance to that farmhouse there is as if Eden’s gate, The bees buzzing low over the fields make me hungry for my mate.
It’s such a nice day, Will you come out and play, It’s such a nice day, Won't you come out and play, It’s such a nice day, Please come out and play, It’s such a nice day, What else can I say.
I think maybe I’ll go home get my book and sit in the cool shade and read, All the beauty of my Earth just fills me with benevolent greed, Maybe I’ll go out and watch the ripe red sunset over the lake, Right now the world seems to be alive for heaven's sake, See how that hazy vapor comes off the street in the distance, My mind is surging in travel and my feet hold no resistance, I want to go everywhere do everything see all there is to see, If it never rains again that’ll be to soon for me.
It’s such a nice day, Will you come out and play, It’s such a nice day, Won't you come out and play, It’s such a nice day, Please come out and play, It’s such a nice day, What else can I say.
March 89
I Wish I Knew
I can be lost if I wanna be lost, Illusion is the buyer reality the cost, I’ve been looking and all I’ve found is today, The Buddha knows but the Buddha don’t point the way, But your closest to flying standing on the ledge, And sorrow is less of a gamble than a pledge, To each his own to each his all, The truth is on the rise in this fall.
And here I stand like I’ve got it all figured out, But I speak from sincerity and doubt, Here I am trying to tell you, When the truth is I wish I knew.
My heart is in a snare my soul is sick, There is an atmosphere between me and the world that’s three feet thick, Communication is the secret but now I just can't speak, And the world seems so slapstick and tongue in cheek, All the loser’s are winning but their kingdoms are for sell, There’s but a vague sense of direction though we know the way so well, And I’m trying so hard not to try, I’m in wonder but not for why.
And here I stand like I’ve got it all figured out, But I speak from sincerity and doubt, Here I am trying to tell you, When the truth is I wish I knew.
There’s a vision that befalls the blind, The apparition of body in this ghost like mind, We dance thru ancient winds to a timeless tune, With the limited notions of never or soon, And all that’s left of the great romance, Is this lonesome yet compelling dance, But come look my love it’s raining stars, Oh at last our world is ours.
And here we stand we’ve got it all figured out, But all we know is sincerity and doubt, What will we think what will we do, What can we be I wish we knew.
Nov. 87
Rain on the Ruins
You know I’ve tried to patch this cloud, Screamed my most private thoughts out loud, And I have come to a place, Where I’ve been spellbound by your grace, Couldn’t bare to look into your face, Where all matter descends into empty space, You know I’ve tried to walk on the sky, Never even dreamed of wondering why, With all these lessons all I’ve learned, Is there ain't nothing that can't be burned.
Evil thoughts and evil deeds, Heartless desire and useless needs, We have cried with the storm, We have made the winter warm, Yet with all our glory doings, It still rains on the ruins.
You know this water is the soul of life, And this precious metal was forged into a knife, Now the past is just a dream, The future is just a scheme, The present is just a seam, The binds the bridge over the endless stream, There’s an abstract image touching my mind, There’s a special artist I’m trying to find, But there’s something wrong with this picture we’re trying to paint, The savior is a sinner and the sinner is a saint.
Evil thoughts and evil deeds, Heartless desire and useless needs, We have cried with the storm, We have made the winter warm, Yet with all our glory doings, It still rains on the ruins.
This desperate life was formed in the womb of the rain, The child of pleasure shrouded in the afterbirth of pain, Now the morning is in a rage, The night is in a cage, Time has come of age, And we shall listen for the silent sage, And now I want you to take a walk with me, There’s a place out in the meadow by a hollow tree, You can see the sky where it comes down to the earth, We’ll try to figure out how much we’ve got and how much it’s worth.
Evil thoughts and evil deeds, Heartless desire and useless needs, We have cried with the storm, We have made the winter warm, Yet with all our glory doings, It still rains on the ruins.
Jan. 88
The Weary Dancer
Brother I’m weary and we’ve still got such a long way to go, Sister I’m thirsty for those sweet lips that I’ll never know, Mother I know your disappointed but don’t worry it’ll be alright, Father I don’t know if I can carry this weight although I’m trying with all of my might, And if there’s any love at all left in your wrung out heart, Then please send me the light in a shadow's disguise, And if it’s here that the whole must part, Then here I’ll wait for springs reprise.
And so often we forget what we're looking for like a dream forgets of sleep, The sower just plants the seed without worry of what he will reap, The night is lost to the morning and the evening lost again to the night, But no one can beat the fighter; the fighter who refuses to fight.
I see you standing there with your pride so battered and bruised, You thought you’d come out on top but now you feel like you’ve been used, Let me tell you a secret that everybody already knows, The kind of friends you keep make much better foes, You think every thing is settled once you make up your mind, You walk in a bed of roses and sleep on a bed of nails, You trust your reason because your instincts are blind, Your constantly amazed at how success always fails.
And so often we forget what we're looking for like a dream forgets of sleep, The sower just plants the seed without worry of what he will reap, The night is lost to the morning and the evening lost again to the night, But no one can beat the fighter; the fighter who refuses to fight.
And after this journey there’ll still be a quest to bare, After all this cheating it’ll be hard to learn to play fair, If never had an ending it could only be now, If why has an answer it could only be how, I’ll not raise a weapon here I just want this dance, I want you to sing me a song in the voice of the rain, I want you to show me the details of good and evil's romance, I live for your whispers of pleasure in my cries of pain.
And so often we forget what we're looking for like a dream forgets of sleep, The sower just plants the seed without worry of what he will reap, The night is lost to the morning and the evening lost again to the night, But no one can beat the fighter; the fighter who refuses to fight.
June 88
Atmospheric Pressure
The night breeds incessant days from the womb of eternity, Music flows freely thru the air; sound waves bother the senses, In the dream of a perfect world; vision is lost to the sleeping eye of beauty, Sorrow like a tireless mercenary batters the facade of contentment's weakening defenses, There; the home of light across the street from the ally of darkness, The beginning is questioning its motives now and wants to start over again, See the true value of money now as we stand and watch it burn, As the flaming arrows of currency hit the target of immortal sin.
This globe sunk in atmosphere beneath the belly of the deep, Dreamers and doers; life renewers; this dream is sunk in sleep, Air is to breath what life is to death take the unborn sky, Body and deed; soul and greed; only birds can really fly.
Thought it was a mystery till it was solved by a preschool child, Great cities are laid to waste in the imagination of the boy king, God can only do so much for man before he loses his self respect, Prevalence is discrimination and who’s to say; person; place or thing, A melted jungle; liquid tissue runs together and forms a kaleidoscope of remorse, Time flows like lava thru the land and leaves no survivors in its wake, Senses numbed from sensations; color just seems like shadows in the light, Everyone is called to the great sacrifice for no one’s sake.
This globe sunk in atmosphere beneath the belly of the deep, Dreamers and doers; life renewers; this dream is sunk in sleep, Air is to breath what life is to death take the unborn sky, Body and deed; soul and greed; only birds can really fly.
After the feast no one stayed around to watch the scavengers picking bones, The night belongs to those who have nothing left to offer the day, The tension between the time honored and the time forsaken has escalated into indifference, But all glory will lose its shine in the windfall way, Meanwhile the night preaches its silent dogma in the twinkling of the stars, Suddenly the sky of the mind explodes with a brilliant cadenza of shimmering beauty, The world sits like a thunderstruck spectator from its seat in the heavens, And watches a sense of wonder become a sense of duty.
This globe sunk in atmosphere beneath the belly of the deep, Dreamers and doers; life renewers; this dream is sunk in sleep, Air is to breath what life is to death take the unborn sky, Body and deed; soul and greed; only birds can really fly.
March 89
Lord of Chaos
There’s been a death in the family, Came as a wound to me, All ships must come to pass, And then drift back out to sea, There was a time so long ago, And now that time has come, An invitation to the many, A calling to the one.
Don’t walk on the clouds, Wipe your feet before you step on the moon, Then stand before the lord of dance, And bow before you swoon.
Home is not so far away, But home I’ve never found, She is not so hard to please, She speaks without a sound, There was never any doubt, But proof is hard to find, These are the laws that scatter dust, And tie the ties that bind.
Don’t leave your dreams in bed, Make sure you dust the shelf, And stand before the lord of thought, Before you lose yourself.
I have tried to hard to see, Blindness from the strain, Lost now in the flood, I prayed to hard for rain, There’s been a birth in the family, Came as a blessing to me, All ships must stop at port, And then drift back out to sea.
Don’t give up the ghost, Until you’ve accepted the man, You must stand before the lord of chaos, Before you know the plan.
April 86
Graveyard Moon
When worse comes to worst, I am at my best, I study this curse, Like I was studying for some kind of test, It’s the things you see, That can really make you blind, And the things that we don’t really need, Are the ones that we try so hard to find, You can't steal from a thief, You can't get blood from a stone, You can't live on belief, You can't make flesh from bone.
Moved by her mysterious grace, Mystified in this wondrous place, Overcoming many pains, She holds everything in tune, The winter blizzards and the springtime rains, The summer sun and the graveyard moon.
And now she wants me to surrender, But I can't give up the ghost, Now she wants me to defend her, But I don’t know who needs it the most, I used to love her sister, But now that seems like such a trifle, Her index finger had a blister, From the trigger on the rifle, But it was you who caught my eye, But she inspired me with her touch, It was always you who said do or die, And death never really meant that much.
Absorbed in her confusing ways, Lost in these desperate days, Conquered by many pains, I was held victim of the night, Drenched by these endless rains, I stood fast to claim my rights.
Now I feel like a stranger, that knows himself all to well, I never knew I was in danger, Of mistaking heaven for hell, But I was ready to make my move, Be it just my foolish pride, I really thought I had to prove, What I always felt inside, But it was you who always knew, What I never even suspected, I never even had a clue, That the best of both worlds could be connected.
Mystified in heaven and earth, Baptized in self worth, Conquered by many desires, I still fought for the promised land, From everything that dark heart does inspire, I made my final stand.
And now I just want to surrender, But I can't give up my heart, Yes I am the great pretender, I got the horse inside the cart, She said it’s easy but that's a lie, But there is no other way, The hardest part is just to try, There is no tomorrow only today, But yet you say it can be done, That I just gave up to soon, I loved this summer sun, But I never came to term with this graveyard moon.
Moved by her mysterious grace, Mystified in this wondrous place, Overcoming many pains, She holds every thing in tune, The winter blizzards and the springtime rains, The summer sun and the graveyard moon.
Feb. 86
After the Storm
Instrumental
Feb. 89
Released 01 March 1989
All Songs Composed, Performed and Recorded by M.M.
