THE CRY
Burn the sky, Oh hear the cry.
And keep this breath, Unto your song, The air to sing, For winter long.
Bury the bone, The earth does groan.
And keep in step, With working tread, For joyous life, For anguished dead.
Silence must die, Oh voice the cry.
And know this right, For all to tell, Let heaven’s voice, Shake the depths of hell.
Feb. 91
TAO
Dreams move silently thru sleep, Angels across the face of the deep, The magician drops the slight of hand, There are killers in the promised land.
Dreams move silently thru sleep, Angels across the face of the deep, The magician drops the slight of hand, There are killers in the promised land.
Windswept lovers, And starstruck thieves, The clocks of heaven keep time for thee.
A dove emerges from the soul, A dove comes thru the falcon's hole, Try and twist the climbers fate, Try and dress the thunder's date.
Soulless icons, Bloodstained hearts, Chaos moves all moving parts.
The river is the lightning’s path, The silence is the ocean’s wrath.
God is just the dream, Let's sleep, Let's sleep.
Godless dreamers, And shameless gods, Endless heavens and endless Nods.
Feb. 91
SOUL COMPASS
And so steps the dreamer into uncharted seas, His heart is kept in passion lest his soul does freeze, Black clouds form an angry face on her event horizon, The warrior balks and finds retreat the innocent dove just flies in.
And so steps the dreamer into uncharted seas, His heart is kept in passion lest his soul does freeze, Black clouds form an angry face on her event horizon, The warrior balks and finds retreat the innocent dove just flies in.
The dreamers free from knowing, The hardened yoke of life, Lost in the river's flowing, The emperor and his wife, The night just longs to find, Its morning sweet and clear, The night’s most innocent mind, The moon its only fear, Aloft upon this feather, In threads of cloud and rain, Indifferent to life’s weather, Indifferent to life’s pain, In the body of the burning, Lives the spirit of the flame, Experience in its yearning, Innocence is so the same.
And so steps the dreamer into his trusted dreams, Where all is as it should be where all is as it seems, But the winds just blow at random the winds blow at their ease, And dreams just speak in tongues; dreams say what they please.
And so goes true colors melting into white, The sunrise and the morning star were just a trick of light, And who would have thought we could find it; a map to lead the way, But the soul compass still cannot find true north with the mind’s magnet holding sway.
Feb. 91
Feb. 91
SUTTEE
Instrumental
Feb. 91
DEAD GODS AND MAGIC MOONS
Shadows play like dreams in the light, They have lived like lightning's fleeting flame, And yet for eternity in the mind of creation, And where the bone lies next to the root, A soul is writhing in the agony of birth, And all the sight in the world cannot behold this vision, Moonlight’s ghost in midnight’s ecstasy, And the stars are the souls of all the dead gods.
Feb. 91
NIGHT KISS
The stare of the moon, And the tongue of the night, Delivered in darkness, Kissed by starlight, Houses in heaven, And angels to spare, I can sense her beauty, I know she’ll be there.
Shadows play like dreams in the light, They have lived like lightning's fleeting flame, And yet for eternity in the mind of creation, And where the bone lies next to the root, A soul is writhing in the agony of birth, And all the sight in the world cannot behold this vision, Moonlight’s ghost in midnight’s ecstasy, And the stars are the souls of all the dead gods.
Feb. 91
NIGHT KISS
The stare of the moon, And the tongue of the night, Delivered in darkness, Kissed by starlight, Houses in heaven, And angels to spare, I can sense her beauty, I know she’ll be there.
Sorrow is my tender heart, She is the teeth of the night, In every shadow's desire, She is the kiss of the light.
The movement of earth, The stillness of soul, Beyond all that matters, The struggle for control, Eyes of description, Night for the scene, Of all you can't see, She is the queen.
Sorrow is my tender heart, She is the teeth of the night, In every shadow's desire, She is the kiss of the light.
A symphony of moods, In the music of her mind, In the storm of her passion, A rain sculpture divine, Forms in the river, Are fish in my tears, She walks in between, The seconds of years.
Sorrow is my tender heart, She is the teeth of the night, In every shadow's desire, She is the kiss of the light.
Moving with her mystery, Like the rain inside the cloud, Her future is my history, Time flows backwards for her child, The blood inside my brain, Is the color from her lips, We must forgive the rain, When her light is in eclipse, Angels cannot reach her, Nothing flies that high, Genius could not teach her, Or paint her living sky, It will all be over soon, It can only end in light, The stare of the moon, And the tongue of the night.
Feb. 91
The Night is Awake
The horseman rides thru the blackest of nights, Darkness visible thru the stars pointed lights, The hangman winces at the cock’s early crow, The lonely drifter has no place left to go, The troubadour sings a melody for us all, The soul searching saint has finally heard his call, Use this light as a beacon for your lover, Use this illumination as your nakedness or your cover.
In these fields there are ancient ways, Against these heirlooms there are endless days, The horseman rides on thru solitude, The lady is waiting her spirit nude, Her hands reaching out to caress this dirt, Everything is lost in what it’s worth, The doctor watches as she changes shape, Says she can be cured with oil and tape.
The overture has left him thunderstruck, She has blessed your determination and cursed your luck, It’s the season of the beggar's moon, Don’t stay away to long or leave to soon, The poet has developed writers cramp, The armies have vacated their winter's camp, Thru it all the horseman rides so bold, Awakes the young; reminds the old.
Runs so silent thru the whispering wind, As if seeking a long lost friend, Slipping thru these black forests of rain, Falling thru these broken memories of pain, And up on this lonely tower, She lies awake thru this forbidden hour, As a lonely ghost moans for relief, After trading in his life for belief.
Judas slides by on ice, The hit man has lowered his price, The light divides to see the shadow dance, The audience watches the mirror in a trance, No time for love so motherless children hate, This new world faith; they call it fate, A blade cuts thru the tender skin, The time has come now is when.
The princess cries tears of regret, She can't remember but she can't forget, In creeps the servant of whisper's voice, Says you have a decision but you have no choice, Diana un-robes to bath in the stream, A vision of a seduction scheme, The perpetual motion in the void, Mind over matter we are toyed.
The raven slips by on silent wings, The nightingale plays heart and softly sings, Sleepwalkers caught solid in an act of perversion, Insomniacs sleep to this diversion, As the horseman stops to water his horse, And to plot his new born corse, The streets are alive with her grace, This is our fact; her secret place.
The ceremony ends with the sacrificed saved, Darkness visible as the fires do fade, The seasons change around her shape, The winds rest easy behind her cape, She is yours and yours but never mine, As she draws the water from the wine, Her prisoners obey; her lovers moan, From the womb of every seed she’s sown.
Captured by this forbidden fruit, Your spirit flies and your step takes root, Your voice it stutters as your tongue does speak, Your breath perfume it’s your words that reek, There is another side she has not yet shown, Where the ones in debt receive the loan, A place where she caresses even the ugliest sins, And turns her back on the ghost written amens.
Thru your eyes she has seen it all, Braved the ascent and suffered the fall, The horseman rides over her grave, Her bones still rattle; rant and rave, From this veil of darkness she cast forth light, To the blind and groping dreamer she fills his sight, Yes the night is awake with a million dreams, And the day is not really as it seems.
Nov. 85
Flowing Water Laws
Colors soak up space and paint a waiting mind, The intensity of this attraction is felt thru a convex of criticism, Violet blush felt in the face of humankind, This implicit desire convoluted by cynicism.
In the way of forfeit the depth of beauty hangs, One more for destiny’s song in silent voice, This haunting hunger causes these melodic pangs, Gabriel blows his horn for the futility of choice.
This alter is a tombstone for unanswered prayers, Out of time; thrown by melted angel wings, To what is the component of the deed that dares, And of earth music the sky so sings.
Flesh dripping with spirit drool, The county of red lost somewhere in the county of green, Nature’s freak plays fashion’s fool, An aching eye is punished with the scene.
The lament of the future pays homage to the past, Steam forms a realistic subject in the shape of hope, An idea is locked in the mold from which it was cast, A dream pirate upon sleep's shore throws forth his rope.
A jail of rain holds the water yet unchanged to wine, A bounty of confusion played by symphony of shame, Life on a rainbow’s arc sees the darkness shine, The beast is guilty for no beauty to blame.
A landscape of language paints a picture real, The movement of sorts; lost in the motion, The marriage of accident and will, The losing tide of a swelling ocean.
A cobweb veil over face of the night, Perpetual silence looming beneath transparent sound, Strength of darkness bends the frail; frail light, Over the static port of desolation where imagination is bound.
Union of air and breath; delicate flavor, Root in earth spoils for thunder, Insect pride; the dew drop of flower petal finds favor, Pigment on the skin of the dirt; a diamond wonder.
The stars hang radiant; unforgiven touchstone, Crooked waltz; battle cry of ages, Garden of sacrifice in an atmosphere of tone, Door thru time is a vault for tumbling sages.
Moment life captured in absence of cause, Whisper to heaven in a ancient holy order, River dark profound; flowing water laws, Colors soak up space and spill out over border.
Feb. 89
Released 01 March 1991
All Songs Composed, Performed and Recorded by M.M.
