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Are we ever safe - are we ever saved? Are we ever chasing the fat old sun? Are we ever free - are we ever free? Or are we always paying the piper to play Are we ever loved? - Beyond, below, above, Or are we just some dust on the street? On the Avenues of Soul we’re waiting for the call Are we really here - are you really here? As we shake the past from off of our shoulders Is there more than this - Is there some magic kiss? To break the spell that’s frozen us here in time And how long will we wait - for destiny or fate To come unravel the mystery again? ‘Cause we’re still digging for our gold. A million miles from the Avenues of Soul Will there be some peace? Will there be release? Will there be some comfort at the end of the journey? Will we have to fight - does something have to die? To unleash the bounty of the stars ‘Cause we’re still digging for our gold.
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Bein' Alive Blues
02:59
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The more you think, the less you see The more you try, the less you’re free The more you cry, the more you love And when you die you might wake up There was a boy and after birth He walked in shadows ‘round the Earth And in an ocean made of love he died of thirst, he just gave up Ooohhh, you got those bein’ alive blues. So when the sadness bites too deep you run to her to feel complete. There in her arms, safe in her lair you find some comfort from your cares. So what’s the story, what went wrong And is love only for the strong? The die is cast, the mould is made There’s no one else can take your place Ooohh you got the blues The mystery is yours to find - within each heart the seed was sown The things we long for in our minds have been there with us all the time.
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Dancer
05:18
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Dancer Body in pain - {heart} - slightly aflame No unity, no order - chaos laughs at me Continents rub sparks along the rough edged boundary On the journey inarticulate and dark Visited by a holy man on an ordinary day No reconciliation - no quick fix holiday Yet talk of unity will bring relief to those who sweep disharmony under the rug of greed Crickets show me the way when I stop and listen I am known and I am found by that which is never lost Only truth knows my real name and my position Under the planets, under the stars The stars a silent audience to our dance of solitude Seven veils of separation hide the perfect view And the Dancer he can never dance to safety or certainty He only has the moment in which he can be free Body in pain - {soul} - slightly aflame…
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Walkin’ down that lonely road of moonbeams/ daydreams. As the morning sun burns the fog away. And all we know, is all we see thru the shattered glass of our reality. All we know is yesterday is gone. Meanwhile the author of the mystery has sailed away across the sea and left us dreaming on. We could be waking up - we’ve been sleeping far too long. Oh be careful of the dark my child be careful. The path’s so hard to see. Still others scent the coming light and ride the wind from endless night, that's blowin' between you and me. Meanwhile those easy riders on the highway of pain take some hard knocks over heavy rocks. Ride their Harleys into the haze. They could be waking up - the doors of sleep are all undone. And it’s a sharp blade and a steady hand we need now - to end this fantasy. Coz the ties that bind are only in our minds - our hearts are brave as they’ve been always, and our spirits long to be free. And when Jesus comes back she won’t be talking crap, she’ll be gay and he’ll be black - they’ll put her on the M.T.V. (but we won’t be watching), we’ll be waking up. The dream is ending for us all. Oh wake up you sleepyheads put on your shoes get out of bed----
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Mystery Inside
05:13
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Mystery Inside When I was still a child my spirit’s eye began to roam Thru the window to the Great Divide Where the blue sky kissed the virgin snow Out of the window I floated from where they tried to mould my mind Away from the books and the teacher’s drone To the magic land I’d fly At 15 years I headed off with some borrowed boots and a heavy pack Wandered up the valley in the pouring rain And part of me never came back From the far of magic mountain land So close to the sea so close to the sky On the ancient trail of river roar to the mystery inside Older than the oldest holy book, deeper than the wisest mind All my knowledge crumples and flows out thru space and time I travelled the world as a young man But I never really left that mountain trail The palaces and shantytowns - cathedrals and cafes I followed the sound of that river’s roar to the far ends of the earth Until the day that it pulled me back to the Island of my birth. Back up on that mountain side - can you hear the lonely kea cry On the sacred trail of river roar to the mystery inside Toaroha, Arahura, Mikonui, Kokatahi All my senses explode and flow out of space and time Now I am an old man on a rocky ledge above the tussock line I’ve battled all my demons to find the mystery inside All the thoughtless pleasures all the money and all the fame Are not worth a night on this mountainside in the gently falling rain So drop the bullshit, tell me man What do you think your journey’s for? Look over your shoulder at the Great Divide Can you hear the mighty roar? Do remember a time before you went blind When the child went roaming with the Spirit’s eye? You’re never so far that you can’t return to the mystery inside.
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Sisyphus
04:57
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Sisyphus was born on a stormy morning - looked out of the window of his cave to the hollow sky - He said, “where is my place in this crazy world & who will care for me? He found a great boulder hewn from the mountainside - He threw his shoulder against it and he cried, “Oh Lord, why hast thou forsaken me - where is my home, where is my family ?” Then he started pushing that rock up the hill. Sad Sisyphus died on a stormy night - crushed by an avalanche of unfulfilled desire. And as he lay there in his dying breath, his finger pointing at the hollow sky, a beautiful angel appeared at his side - with tears in her eyes - sayin’, “Oh sweet Sisyphus why hast thou forsaken me? I ’ve been here at your side through this crazy journey - and I was kinda hoping you might see me.” The angel built a shrine where poor Sisyphus fell - in a grove of olive trees near a sacred well. And the caravans would pass by and sometimes the children would stop there and play. And by that mossy pile of rocks some of them could hear a sad voice singin’, “Oh my lover why hast thou forsaken me? - to push on that boulder for eternity. Didn’t you know that you were always free ?”
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Ghosts
04:48
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The ghost of desire, he went a walkin’ out upon the road. He met the ghost of beauty she was kissing an old toad He said, “this is my sacred duty – it’s etched upon the stars. This marriage must be consummated The command comes from afar.” She said, “kind Sir you know me not, you know not your own heart That hollow gourd that is your lust, it knows no end or start All sensation passes through it, but its thirst is never quelled You worship stimulation Sir, and I fear we are in Hell.” Well the lovers they got married on the road to Turkistan It was a civil union put asunder by no man The gods looked on and shook their heads They had better things to do, and the gourd remained unaltered as her beauty trickled through. The bird called beauty flew. The ghosts of desire and beauty, they went chasing the ghost of love. Along that endless highway while the mood glowered from above The smoke it swirled around them but the flame had long died out, and the hollow gourd it rattled and it cried an empty shout.
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In Your Dreams
04:07
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Every night when I go to sleep - I pray the Lord my soul to keep. Every night when I go to sleep - I pray that I’ll wake up. Oh I know the ocean’s deep - abandon all hope ye who enter her. I see Virgil standing at the gate - I’m not sure if I trust him there. Every night while I’m counting sheep - I wonder how I’ll ever keep - hold of the light that slips thru my hands at the end of the day Every night when I go to sleep - I wonder if we’ll ever meet In that magic place. You laugh and say, “In your dreams boy, in your dreams.” Oh I know the ocean’s deep, Davey Jones waits in his lair. Among the wrecks where mermaids sleep, I feel I’m running out of air. In my dreams. Every night before I sleep, I think, “well here you are again boy.” What seems so clear in the bright sunlight - pales upon your dark shore Every night the diary falls, the candle dims, the moth dies The moon slides out of her hiding place and I cover up my eyes Every night when I go to sleep - I wonder if you’ll stay by me You laugh and curl against my skin, “in your dreams boy, in your dreams.” Oh I know the ocean’s deep – abandon all hope ye who enter there. I see Virgil standing at the gate, what the hell is he still doing here. In your dreams boy, in your dreams, nothing’s what it seems In your dreams, truth’s a veil, life’s not real - it’s a fairy tale Abandon all hope ye, who enter the sea.
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Morning Song
02:37
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Oh where, oh where do all our minds go? Where do thoughts go when they die? All the questions that are unformed, vanish in the dawning light. Where oh where does all the time go? Wasted years flow to the sea. Will the sunrise fry my brain cells? Will what I’ve lost come back to me? Oh I sing this little morning song. I found it in the darkest night. A gentle gift for weary travelers. Telling me it’s gonna be alright. Oh forgive us for our wasteful hating - forgive us for our fear and greed. When sunrise brings us understanding - then we’ll all know what we need. Oh I sing this little morning song. It found me in my darkest night. A gentle vision without boundaries - passing through - just travellin’ light.
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Our Song
03:36
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Our song starts on a starry night A windswept beach and a driftwood fire The colours explode & spirit takes flight. All the way, we went all the way. Our song ends in a sad café. A hundred times, a hundred different days. I find myself on the road again - but it’s okay. I’m on my way. The cold wind blows and the whitecaps fly. Perfection will always be denied - as long as we cling to the morning sky. As long as we cling to “you and I.” As long as I cling to you. As above, so is it below - the land enfolds the river’s flow. So throw away your sad little halo ‘Cause only the light heart learns to fly. The golden wheel turns and spins. Bodies entwined - hearts and skin. This song ends and the next one begins. Another day it’s another day.
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Comparison
04:11
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I saw you just the other day. You crossed the street just to get out of my way. Saved me having to think of something witty to say. I’m not the one you thought I was anyway There’s no comparison. Your face gets wrinkled my moods are black. Remember being on the road - it was years back. The history we shared - what an act. How’s anyone ever gonna beat that? There’s no comparison. We dream of beauty - we dream of fame, but when we get there it’s always the same. We clutch the smoke, but we miss the flame - and the treasure stays buried while we play our games - of comparison. It's gonna make us crazy. I’m out here searching for some kind of grace. Running away from this hollow space. To my heart’s desire or is it a cliff face? Anywhere but here - just give me place – beyond comparison. Remember a day of perfect blue. That magical feeling will return to you. You’re a broken window so let the sun pour through. Pull back the shades of time and memory Forget comparison…
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12. |
Great Journey (Part I)
03:27
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I get up feeling grim, put on my biggest grin - do an affirmation - give the prayer wheel a spin. My horoscope’s lookin’ good, but the weather man says, “rain.” The car’s got a flat battery, and my life is kind of lame. My guru got arrested for sleeping with teenage girls. My analyst’s on Prozac. She said I should give it a whirl. I suck down a coffee and I read the personal ads. My last girlfriend told me I was just like her dad. What a great journey. The sun keeps comin' up just about every day. Einstein said, "space is love." The kids just play. I sit on a mountain top and I try to pray, but I trample all the flowers as I grovel on my way. What a great journey. I hope the pain is worth it. I think that I’m asleep. A blind man in paradise, an ass among the sheep. The sun dips behind the ridge and turns the world to gold. There’s freedom ‘round the next bend, if I could just let go. They say that God's in heaven, that there’s power in the land, there’s an angel at my shoulder, and magic at my command. But the veil is thick and gauzy. There’s something in my way The journey’s never ending – well at least that’s what they say.
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I Hear You Calling
03:11
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Crawlin’ down the alleyways - tryin’ to catch a train Drivin’ down the highway - marchin’ cross the plains All my dreams are telling me that nothing’s really changed I hear you calling It’s the song in the wires when I’m heading off to work In the pattern of the leaves - In the colours of that shirt The spirals of the Milky Way - my footprints in the dirt I hear you calling – I hear you calling me back to my heartbeat I hear you calling me back to my life song I hear you calling me back to the reason for the journey The clock’s still ticking on the kitchen wall My heart’s beating loud from the wonder of it all
Like the touch of a warm hand in the cool breath of dawn I hear you calling From the frozen white peaks to the valleys of the sun From the long white cloud to the mighty blue ocean I’m gonna speak my truth and I’m gonna have some fun I hear you calling It may seem a pointless ritual - it may feel strange The truth is so elusive it’s always out of range You can’t possess the beauty and you can’t avoid the pain - I hear you calling.
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Home
04:14
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Home is where the heart is. It's where I got all my things. A rambling path and an overgrown garden Wildflowers growing all in a ring. Home is where the heart is. Somewhere out there up on the land Home is where the crazy old artist draws his circles in the ever shifting sands. I’m goin’ home. Up there above the dark brooding headland. Seagulls wingeing, wings beating the time. I’ve got an old guitar and a song that keeps forming. Calling out with no reason to rhyme. It says, “home is where the heart is. Riding out on that perfect wave. Home is the part that never changes, always stays the same.” Home is where the heart is. Out there waiting at the edge of the fray. Sun is sinking - night birds are calling - celebrate the end of the day. Home - it’s not the end of traveling. That old highway still calls out to me. Feel the mystery that’s slowly unraveling, and pause a while on this strange journey. Home - it’s not far from the wild shore. Not so far from the steep mountainside. Hear its music calling in the soft rain. Between the sunrise and the pale starlight.
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Wanna Be
03:19
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You can climb every mountain - you can land on the sea. Put a bone in your nose - wear funny clothes. You can be who you want to be. You can study religion - journey to eternity. Shackle your ass to the working class. It don’t make any difference to me - as long as you are who you want to be. You can stand in the corner - stick your finger in every pie. Go on and murder all the dolphins in the ocean. You can jump off the town hall and fly (I’ll come and watch you). You can marry the bosses daughter, or just stay with the boy next door. Fill your veins with animal remains, ‘cause I ain’t keepin’ the score (it’s not my job). Sit in a cave and howl at the moon, or be a pop star on the T.V. I hear that Jesus Christ was awfully nice and Adolph Hitler was a lovely baby. They were just being who they wanted to be. Not that much different from you and me.
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Love Will Come
02:54
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Bleary in the morning – crying in the sun. Hasn’t someone told you yet that love will come? Your life is full of problems and you’ve got nowhere to run. The angry clouds have gone and rained on all your fun Looking in the mirror - have the decades made you numb? Lacking the conviction, hoping love will come. Staring at the T.V. down the barrel of a gun. It seems the world’s forgotten that love will come. In our tragic search for pleasure we’re so crippled by our greed, while half the world is dying for a feed. And no one can save them but you. And no one can live this life for you. And you make all those tragedies come true. And no one will fix it but you do. Saw a white witch riding in the halo of the sun. She said, “you stop your cussing boy ‘cause love will come. That fire-breathing dragon from which you try to run - guards the doorway to the mystery from whence you’ve come.” Hitching down that long highway it’s just a rule of thumb The ride you need you’ll always get, ‘cause love will come. And when the shit it hits the fan, you think your race is run. Then destiny will come to pass for all and one. You run around in circles like a juggler in his sleep and trample all the flowers at your feet. But no one can save you but you. And no one can live your life for you. And you can make the miracle come true, ‘cause there’s no one as beautiful as you. Walking through the morning light drinking up the sun. Message on the ansafone says, “love has come.” And if you think I’m jiving, hell I haven’t yet begun. The Joker laughs and cuts the deck, and deals another one.
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Andrew Buglass Ruatapu, New Zealand
A musician of little repute or technical skill. Fell in love with song at an early age and learned his simple guitar licks imitating the likes of Neil Young, Ian Anderson & Luke Hurley. Lyrical inspiration from the Dylan's & Cohen's of the world - with a dash of Morrissey or maybe Kristin Hersh. Performances limited to brief solo outings in cupboards and other small spaces. Until now. ... more
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