A new approach to some old favorites. Recorded mostly live
with prerecorded backing tracks.
Sophia Suite
SOPHIA
Sophia; I’m ready I know how to love you.
Sophia; your beauty is like the sky above you,
Sophia; I promise that I will always be true.
Give me all the colors,
Give me fire and rain,
Show me how your lovers,
Live without their pain.
Sophia; I’m hungry for the wine of your kiss,
Sophia; I lust for a mind that’s shaped with bliss,
Sophia; your passion is my only wish.
Give me all the colors,
Give me fire and rain,
Show me how your lovers,
Live without their pain.
Sophia; desire is your way,
Don’t turn this flesh back into clay,
Sophia; I’ve never loved so much,
My feelings are feeling for your touch.
Sophia; I breath you; your perfume I thrill,
Sophia; my touch love; you're all that I feel,
Sophia; I dream flesh; you're all that is real.
Give me all the colors,
Give me fire and rain,
Show me how your lovers,
Live without their pain.
Her flesh is just like ghost; I touch it and I live,
You have to learn to take all that she can give,
In my heart,
I’m lifted by desire into the arms of all knowing,
Where we love for just the loving and go for just the going,
In my soul,
Sophia; I know you wait on the far side of time,
I want you to bring your body,
To my mind.
March 93
GALACTIC SWIRL
Moon talk; the cosmos is ablaze, Night wind; as we plunder deeper days, Beauty moves with immortal breath, Divine motion; black hole of death, Lively dancing; toss the sky, Vision music; seeing why, Savage core of the timid mind, Hidden treasure of shadow's find.
Beyond all hope of thought, Beyond all color of sky, Beyond all senses singing, Beyond the last great gulp of breath.
Heart ripple; blood in the breast, Holy host; greets humble guest, Majestic tongue; speak in peace, Distant shore; all worlds cease, Moody light; shining incontinent, Future memory; creation bent, Ghostly void cast forth the shadow living, Omnipotent sailor; seas of the unforgiving.
Beyond all hope of thought, Beyond all color of sky, Beyond all senses singing, Beyond the last great gulp of breath.
Joy unspeakable; mute tongue of flame, Native being; some whimsical name, Palpitating darkness; giver of light, Tangled dancers; the sleepless night, Flooded heavens; sea of life, Brilliant goddess; the hunter's wife, I swim your sea and I tread your shore, I see your all and beg for more.
Beyond all hope of thought, Beyond all color of sky, Beyond all senses singing, Beyond the last great gulp of breath.
Feb. 90
WILD BLUE
In the river of time, Where the water flows for the wine, In the sacred stream, The loin will share this dream.
All things move with the flowing, Wisdom comes with the knowing, All motion moves toward the center, One day peace will come.
In the tower of rain, The martyrs pray in vain, The light that leaves us blind, In the darkness of our mind.
All things live with the season, Life itself is the reason, Falling bodies move with the sense, One day peace will come.
In the color of wild blue, The cosmos calls to you, The blood of beauty’s beast, The fool tends wisdoms feast.
All things move with the flowing, Wisdom comes from the knowing, Thats just Prometheus dreaming, One day peace will come.
In the river of time, Where the water flows to the sea of wine, All things keep in peace, One day all worlds shall cease.
Aug. 90
ROLLING EARTH TIME
We move like water, thru rolling Earth time.
Lost in all we’ve found,
Silence break the sound,
Helpless in the wake,
Of destiny unbound,
Days are just the numbers of the turning of the sky,
And when your days are done no one can really answer why.
Finding what we’ve lost,
Every burning bridge is crossed,
Trapped with what is given,
Living with the cost,
All things are forever in the harvest of the dawn,
We are just the rolling river just the motion's pawn.
Time perched spirit in a wonder cage,
Flesh drenched soul in a dreamer’s rage,
The world was flat,
And we liked it like that,
Now time is money,
And waste is honey,
Earth drawn and going down with the ship,
Six billion pilgrims on a cosmic trip,
The wings of the dove,
The muscles of love,
Navigate thru rain,
And the clouds of pain.
Using what we find,
Creating vision for the blind,
The motion and the mover,
Solid earth and world of mind,
Rolling Earth time thru infinite space,
Trying to live by the myth of the fallen grace.
Nov. 92
Season of the Moon Suite
SEASON OF THE MOON
I just woke up; the wind is howling against the window, Life seemed less like a dream when it was a dream, What was it that I went to sleep with; I just don’t know, Is the best fire can do is turn into smoke, Seems like the things I never use to remember; now I just can't forget, The star of my soul has gone supernova; now there’s only desolation, What once was a future full of hope has become a past full of regret, My heart was fixed but my head sought no capitulation.
And now who will claim this vision that proved itself blind, Who will boast of what he was looking for and admit what he did find, I will say; I don’t know the sun just went down to soon, And I swear I couldn’t see at all if it weren’t for the moon.
Maybe I’m stumbling thru the past when I should be leaning on the future, Because the past is what I’ve lost; the future is all I have, The past must be surgically removed from my mind the present is the suture, And there should be more to life than just being alive, But sometimes I just don’t know what I know, I’m just me to you but I’m a mystery to me, I could go anywhere if I just knew where to go, I could be anything if I just knew what to be.
And now who will claim this pawn who use to be a king, Who set out looking for the promised land and didn’t find a thing, I watched the sunset and I knew it was setting to soon, Now I couldn’t see at all if it weren’t for the moon.
Laying here in the darkness with the moon in my eyes, I know that every night something slips away that can never be again, And the morning’s memories are just a disguise, For the immortality of your mortal sin, I’m surrounded by silence; so much goes unsaid, Everyday the darkness devours another morsel of light, There is a garden that is dying in my head, Because it draws no nourishment from this night.
And now who will claim this vision that proved itself blind, Who will boast of what he was looking for and admit what he did find, I will say I don’t know; the sun just went down to soon, And I swear I couldn’t see the darkness if it weren’t for the moon.
Nov. 89
WATER AND RAIN
Over my head there’s a sky full of rain, That shows no mercy to this desert plain, Here in my heart there’s an ocean of tears, That ebbs and flows with the tide of years, I’m driven by weakness; certain of doubt, What I can't live with; I just can't live without, Now the sun is a shadow; this dream is a curse, I’d give it up for the truth but that could be worse.
Water and rain, Can you explain, Can you show me the difference; can you ease my pain, It seems to me you can drown in either, Water and rain.
Now the day is hunting me but I’m hiding in the night, I’m sure you're wrong but I’m not sure who’s right, In the theater of the mind there’s just another rerun, There’s a crescent moon above a setting sun, I think this medicine works but the doctor’s sick, He said death is a magician and life is just a trick, Now I’m lost in repetition but it’s never the same, Tell me what do you win if you win this game.
Water and rain, Can you explain, It’s drowned my mind; it’s flooded my brain, But you can learn to swim in either, Water and rain.
Over my head there’s a rainbow, Under my feet there’s a puddle, Oh the difference is quiet, Oh the difference is subtle, Now I feel the mercy, Now I see the light.
Water and rain, No need to explain, Call me crazy before I go insane, Seems my thirst can't tell the difference between, Water and rain.
Oct. 89
Personal Politics Suite
PERSONAL POLITICS
I was hanging in the balance, I was balking in the breach, My troubled mind seemed all to near, And the world was out of reach, I was trembling in the cold wind, In turmoil and despair, I was dying by the wayside, And the world didn’t seem to care.
I am the reason that there’s a world at all, And if I lose my grip the world will surely fall.
You are your own mystery, You may never ever get caught, Just because your not to blame, Don’t mean it’s not your fault, You don’t seem to heed the warning, But your sure you know what’s right, But do you ever wonder, If you really see the light.
You are the reason that there’s a world at all, And if you lose your grip the world will surely fall.
It’s time we know the river’s depth, It’s time for you and me, It’s time that freedom really meant, Really meant being free.
We are where you and I meet, We are what must be done, We are where the cries of the many, Become the voice of the one, We must come to the rescue, Of a world that’s divided and torn, But first I must know, This is why I was born.
We are the reason that there’s a world at all, And if we lose our grip I will surely fall.
Aug. 89
I CAME TO KNOW THE RIVER'S DEPTH
I came to know the river's depth, On a bright and sunny day, I came to know the river's depth, In the early days of May,
I sat upon its banks to ponder, The fulness of the flow, Nothing else was on my mind, But just to watch it go,
I came to know the river's depth, And my eyes were not to see, As if from my heart it poured, This fountain of dark mystery,
I was caught up in creation’s swirl, To see life in its true worth, The taming of the white heat to mend, The stitch that binds death and birth,
The ghost of air that haunts my breath, And out beyond the very sky, The dawn asked the sun to rise, The moon is the night's reply,
I came to know the river's depth, I sank thru its realms like a stone, And a flower grows in the meadow green, When the flesh does offer bone.
The music of the thunder's voice, Plays unto the lightning's dance, Sweet sleep descends to the wearies bed, To give the dreamer's dreams a chance,
All is beauty in beauty’s eye, And all is pain to the wounded heart, And if we could but know this end, We would know just where to start,
But temptation is an angry guide, And envy seems to mock your way, But this spirit is stronger still, Than all that man could do or say,
And now I know I can abide in peace, And harmony for evermore, Because I came to know the river's depth, When I let go of the shore.
July 89
Troubadour Suite
GOD IS A WOMAN
From the darkest corner of the cosmos; to the light that finds the soul, From the spellbound meditation; to the cry beyond control, From the clay that makes me man; to the kiss that makes me real, From the thoughts no one can touch; to the flesh that makes me feel.
Senses are the meaning, Spirit enters here, I am hers for dreaming, Her dreams make daylight dear.
God is a woman, ‘Cause she moves me in a way only a woman could, God is a woman, She touches me the very way a woman would.
I move in her reflection, She is my deep connection, She is my passion dealer, She is my truth faith healer, She moves my tongue to sing, Turns winter into spring, Her lips they wet my skin, My teeth; the apple; sin, Her shape is poetry, She shapes the man in me, She’s all that’s real and true, She is my love for you.
God is a woman, The earth blooms like the flowers tangled in her hair, God is a woman, The smell of her perfume hangs gently in the air.
I see the hem of her skirt; dancing in the sway of the trees, I hear her sweet tongue in the song of the morning birds, I see her blush in the little pink sky, I see her wisdom in the order of the planets and stars, And I feel her flesh in the caressing of your hips my love, And everything I could ever be is born in her.
God is a woman, And I am in love with her.
Oct.-Dec. 93
WHEN THE FLAME BURNS VIOLET
When the flame burns violet, Come to me woman in a rainstorm of passion, When the flame burns violet, I will know your flesh and drink hot kisses.
Let me see your soul shining on your face, Show me once again lover how the art creates the artist, You call that something in me that transcends reason and begs for rhyme, And just like poetry you mean to much to have a definition.
When the flame burns violet, I will show you the beast in me that howls at the moon in you, When the flame burns violet, Reality will suffer self doubt and flesh will be our fantasy.
As if in Eden with my first glimpse of Eve; I am my erection, And we will burn and boil like Hell to bury our souls in Heaven, Love is the alphabet of language - even the brute tongue of lust, And so lover I will make you feel the woman in your being and you will suffer the man in mine.
When the flame burns violet, The world will silence into a rapture of grace and motion, When the flame burns violet, We will rave the soul and thunder the universe.
Jan. 94
SUMMER BRIDE
Her kisses are as fresh as eternal mornings, Every time she touches me it’s like virgin heat, Her eyes match the color of my mood, Her naked body is the flavor in all that’s sweet, She could make me smile on the first day of Armageddon, She could touch my cheek and make me forget what pain feels like, She could walk right into my dreams without waking me up, She says close your eyes love and I will show you the light.
Will you always be my summer bride? When the world is alive.
Well I loved you when I was waiting to be born, And you stepped into my mind like the muse and you gave me art, You smiled as you stole the moon and slipped it into my pocket, You showed me wonder you showed me what’s true you showed me my heart, Oh my love I could whisper an opera into your ear, I could bleed poetry just so you could have a dance, I could make love to you till the sun goes supernova, Turn kisses to wine just so you can really taste romance.
Will you always be my summer bride? Will you always beat the drum of passion? Will you always prove as true as the tide? And when the world seems like old hat will you create new fashion?
Well I live three lifetimes in one night of your embrace, The world’s just a mirror its beauty a reflection of your face, I could carve your form in ivory; put you on an alter worship you, If god gets jealous I don’t care; I’m pagan passion true, I’ve known wings and now I could never give up the sky, The meaning of life that’s just a joke; I don’t even care anymore about why, Your eyes are more wondrous than galaxies; stars and moons, You more poetry than poet fill my head with rhymes and runes, Since you left the company of angels the myth of Heaven can now be proved, With every little grace of motion you perform I am most profoundly moved, In the rhapsody of high summer my love you keep me all the seasons long, Will you always be your lovers pulse always sing your lover's song?
Will you be my summer bride? In October........................
Dec. 93
Narcissus (e.z.m.)
Thru the dreamy Elysian fields I wander, Past autumn trees that grow spectacular with fiery leaves, My head is filled with the ancient wonder; beyond the facade of time, What is it that bends me thus into life’s sweet pulp, I contemplate the air I breathe and it nourishes my lungs oblivious, I exhale the air that makes me one with this scene and it forms a cloud of breath, I come upon a pond that shines with the evening's brilliance golden, I look down into its depth as it reflects the beauty of me.
I feel the splendor bliss of creation as I stand transfixed, For some reason my mind wanders to the warmth of her thigh on mine, I feel the eroticism of nature; I want to caress her; lay bare her body, I want exhibit my manhood; find joy in it as the sky blushes, And that is it; woman; the feminine of nature; join with me, Yes; join with me and we will be still again, In this rapture I sing and I look to the consummation, I look deep into her eyes and they reflect the beauty of me.
I look deeper yet into the still waters of my soul, And as long as I look the same still waters of the world I see, I feel a love surging from the depths; an indifferent love; a merciless love; true love, I take it into my being and I know this true love, Now I know there’s no thought nor deed that can stop this true love, I let it surge thru me and I feel all the joy and sorrow of this true love, Come to me now angel of the evening star; let's live the night, Yes; Prometheus keep your dreams; I shall live by the beauty of me.
Oct. 90
Fairy Tales and Crash Landings (e.z.m.)
Send me all your armies; send me all your men, Gonna try and put Humpty Dumpty back together again, His guts are strewn all over the city of broken dreams, His mind haunts the dwellers in semiconscious streams, Keep this all your beauty; know it by your heart, Cryptic way of life man's most hideous art, The shadow it has ruptured and is bleeding light, She just shrugs her shoulders let's live it up tonight.
Catch this dream it’s falling it’s falling, Cage this bird it’s flying it’s flying, Hear this voice it’s calling it’s calling, Life by numbers it’s dying it’s dying.
Send me all your poets; send me all your lawyers, Send me all your Hitlers; send me your Tom Sawyers, We can work some reason into this rhyme, Stop this making money; spend a little time, Rivers still are flowing mountains still hold treasures, Desolation still breeds pain beauty still brings pleasure, We seek and do not gather the fruits of our true labor, We do not know our soul and blame it on our neighbor.
Catch this dream it’s falling it’s falling, Cage this bird it’s flying it’s flying, Hear this voice it’s calling it’s calling, Life by numbers it’s dying it’s dying.
Send me your best future; send me your worst day, We’ll memorize them both then we’re sure to find our way, All this truth and logic is working on our sense, We believe in truth at our on expense, Dream it like a child; feel the fire die, This life is just a living this song is just a sigh, Send me all your builders send me your best plans, God’s world is a masterpiece we’ve got to work on man's.
Catch this dream it’s falling it’s falling, Cage this bird it’s flying it’s flying, Hear this voice it’s calling it’s calling, Life by numbers it’s dying it’s dying.
April 90
Off in the Distance (e.z.m.)
Off in the distance I see a great change coming, There’s a silent supernova in the memory of the dead, It’s working thru the night I can hear the machine humming, My vision relays order to the chaos of my head, Time is just a dream that’s over when the sleeper awakes, In the power of a pulse there’s a weakness of a heartbeat, But the dream is like a beggar that gives more than he takes, So it’s down the narrow path where body and soul meet.
What does it matter what do you care, Life is just a game and games ain't always fair, What do you want take what you need, Off in the distance I see a world destroyed by greed.
Over the slope of the hills I see the crest of the valley, I see trees burning down under a rain forrest cloud, There's two lovers locked in love there’s a fight back in the ally, I see one lone soldier turn his back on the crowd, Everyone stops fighting and turns around in awe, Someone shouts hey what’s wrong with you jack, And in the next split second I can't believe what I saw, He wouldn’t turn to face their music so they shot him in the back.
Oh what is it what could it be, Been to long in bondage gotta set this spirit free, Don’t pull the trigger don’t shoot down the dove, Off in the distance I see a world saved by love.
In a moonless night I see a child in the dark, I can't tell if he’s lost or just a little scared, There’s a hunter in the field and he aims at his mark, Then he lowers his gun in mercy just to show he cares, So the child made it thru the darkness and into the early light, He was weary and his hunger brought him to the nearest door, He was amazed and enraptured that he’d made it thru the night, A man stood in the doorway and asked what he’d come for.
When time has come and gone what will you do, Will white change to yellow will black change to blue, Can we beat the system will we meet the challenge, Off in the distance I see a world hanging in the balance.
Aug. 89
Magic Twilight Suite
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.
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
SENSATIONS OF SILENCE
Come forward into the unknown; drop all of your defenses, These sensations of silence are the apex of the senses, Beauty swims in yonder streams naked and free, The grand secret of all being is never just to be, Only the tongue of silence speaks what is true, What words can utter the pink brushstrokes of the sun over sky blue, A voyeur to the fruit of spring; stand in awe, And know the sound of silence is the truest call.
I’m just a part of the whisper, I’m just a bone in the ghost, I’m just the flowing of water, Use this wine tend my toast.
A tempest of delight in shadows and moons, The poet spills sweet honey and mustard in rhymes and runes, In profound depths of ancient winds and days that vanquish eternity, The starry sky hangs over all in loving maternity, Fields of motion evaporate into a conglomeration of form, The smell of the fluid rushing rain on the ground after the storm, Contours of precision fade into oblivion's forecast, The future tempts the eyes with the potent living past.
I’m just a part of the whisper, I’m just a bone in the ghost, I’m just the flowing of water, Use this wine tend my toast.
Sorrow lifts like a bird towards the overwhelming hush of the magic twilight, A great spirit surges forward from the coming night, Electric the mind as it flames ignited by the heat of creation, The soul sings in breath its final liberation, And coming upon the edge of consciousness bleak, Into the barren landscape of wisdom where only the silence can speak, Now all that we can't say finds articulation in mute senses of being, All vision is now filled with the beauty of unseeing.
I’m just a part of the whisper, I’m just a bone in the ghost, I’m just the flowing of water, Use this wine tend my toast.
March 90
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.
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
NASCENT HORIZONS
The harvest is in view; scattering in the lonesome wind, The grapes ripe on the vine for the making of wine my taste does tend, This landscape too dazzling for language; beyond the breath of words, The sky is in bloom, Like a bride for her groom, And filled with beautiful birds, I feel the world has just come into being with the pulse in my veins, And move at your ease, All is to please, In shivers of pleasures and pains, I feel the infinity of life stretched beyond and before my humble existence, The seed sparks the flower, The hope of the hour, And bends toward the sun in persistence.
Oh I’m just beginning to be what I am, The loin has laid down with the lamb, In ecstasies of vision; in throes of doubt, My soul is alive and my soul's coming out.
Passion turns with the wind its flushed cheek towards the rising weather, The yielding of lovers, As they toss in the covers, In love with the idea of just being together, I’ve searched for you all over the place; now I see you everywhere, By the river under the tree, On the beach by the sea, I will meet you there, Standing in the shadows; I see the contours of the light, The delicate muse, I study her blues, Lost in the magic twilight, Endless earth; unfathomed universe of god's design, I shudder in bliss, From a rainbow's kiss, Of all that is; was; and will be mine.
Oh I’m just beginning to be what I am, The loin has laid down with the lamb, In ecstasies of vision; in throes of doubt, My soul is alive and my soul's coming out.
Like the living color of a sunset I feel a light in me, The past is just the shadow of what will be, The great bosom of the earth; oh life is this sweet milk, The fingers of the muse stroke my imagination like it was silk, Makes me want to fall on my knees; I feel god’s glory in my heart, The end is just the beginning; we shall never part, I am in flames at this vision; take this fire of my bliss, And there are true tears in my eyes on every sweet morning's kiss.
Oh I’m just beginning to be what I am, The loin has laid down with the lamb, In ecstasies of vision; in throes of doubt, My soul is alive and my soul's coming out.
March 90
Crazy Jane on God (e.z.m.)
Words - W.B. Yeats. Music - M.M.
May 90
Theory of Circle (e.z.m.)
Here in this perfect place, No shadow has left its trace, On this stone hearted mass, Which no mold can cast, I thought I’d seen it all, but in my calling I missed the call, Dark is this sun today, And in this darkness I must stay, On the foot soldier's lonesome tomb, It says bless this holy room.
This is the theory of circle, This is the struggle for faith, This is the now ever ending, This is the loss of this space.
Here in this chaos perfected, No rejects have been rejected, From this near sighted future, This is a first run feature, I struggle to move against sleep, I fight and I lose and still keep, The power to move has moved me, But the weakness of movement disproves me, On the first lady’s beckoning grave, It says make life your slave.
This is the theory of circle, This is the absence of free will, This is the theory of circle, This is the kill to be killed.
Here in this perfect past, You know history cannot last, Because time is a frozen concept, That thaws in the jaws of conquest, I thought I’d made it happen, When the corporal became the captain, I thought I’d lost control, When I lost my heart to my soul, But here in this great kings pyramid, Death is revealed and life is hid.
This is the theory of circle, This is the product of mind, This is the theory of circle, This is the defect of time.
Here in this perfect daydream, The night is the thread that forms the seam, Of the morning's relentless dawning, Of the moon’s uncertain yawning, We know but we don’t know, We go but we don’t go, And the universe makes us feel so small, We wonder if we can feel at all, And on the poet’s final resting space, It says no shadow has left its trace.
This is the theory of circle, This is the fusion of dust, This is the theory of circle, This is the why of the must.
Sept. 86
New World (e.z.m.)
I step back; take in the view from a distance, I take this vision and my eyes are healed, I take all the undreamt dreams from a sleepless night, I take a deep breath and my soul is filled, There’s a time that's gonna come; the smell of the grave, But not even a shadow can block this light, It’s a world of trouble but it’s a beautiful world just the same, With all that has gone wrong everything is still alright.
I see a new world every time I turn around, I see a new world far from sight and sound, In the mystic morning; in the magic twilight, I see a new world as the old one fades to white.
Life has a mind of its own it’s god’s will, And there will come a day when a new light's gonna shine, It’s already burning in the deep heart of the night, Don’t wait for judgment day don’t wait for a sign, It’s gonna come out of nowhere in manifestations of silence, Bring your innocence back fill you with the wonder of a child, Like that feeling you get in bed under the warm sheets, Gonna make you feel meek; gonna make you feel wild.
I see a new world every time I turn around, I see a new world far from sight and sound, In the mystic morning; in the magic twilight, I see a new world as the old one fades to white.
I see the smoke of the old world curling up against the sky, And like a phoenix from the ashes this new world's gonna rise, Wisdom is the fact behind the myth, Oh it’s fiction it is truth see it happen right before your eyes, And when you see; you really see; you know it can only end one way, When we come to the pass and know just what life is worth, The city of light will shine a proud beacon for your vision, Heaven will tilt and unfold upon the earth.
I see a new world every time I turn around, I see a new world far from sight and sound, In the mystic morning; in the magic twilight, I see a new world as the old one fades to white.
Jan. 90
Released 01 June 1994. All Songs Composed, Performed and Recorded by M.M. Except -
There is a snippet of I Want To Take You Higher by Sly and the Family Stone, Arranged by M.M.
Crazy Jane on God, Words by W.B.Yeats Music by M.M.
Background Vocals Performed and Arranged by Rick King and M.M. (aka, The Goo Goo Goo Joob Choir).
Thanks Rick it was the most fun I ever had without trowing up afterwards.
The Fabulous Tommy Tittsworth plays the second lead guitar break in Rolling Earth Time.
