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Beatrice
03:34
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Walkin’ on with christs
Wounds at my side
Ramblin’ on with you
As Higher truth
Paradise, in your eyes
I find truth
Paradise, in your eyes
I find fire
Into the inferno I went to find you
Painting you, every curve
Of your face
Painting you, every twirl
Of your hair
Goin’ down
Virgil there at my side
Swinging high
With your grace as my bride
Way, way
It's your everyday way
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Alchemy and Mysticism
04:38
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Alchemy and Mysticism
Tell me now what is your vision?
Alchemy and mysticism.
I wrote you a song of days gone wrong
But you took me out of time
And by the way, I forgot to mention
She took me to a new dimension
Love cuts a line through chronology
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Sparrows
03:37
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Clumsily I slip
To the bottom of the pile.
And looking up
Your face is there
With a thousand
Ideas in an open stare.
When you stuttered my way
In the car-park of life
The seas parted
Like your shiny hair.
Nothing knowable
With five senses
Can touch your
Calm, disobedient
Smile.
Nothing visible
With two or inner eye
Can resonate like
Your vibrating silence.
When sparrows dance
In the grey morning bliss
You reflect the is.
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As I Lay Cryin'
03:15
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As I lay cryin’ and a dyin’ in the frosty morning
A saw a little lady comin’ up to me with chocolate eyes
And then she took me by my hand and told me shed relieve my burden
She kissed me on my face and told me I would realise
You are my roving fancy
You are the flower of my soul
In the winter pain
And the howlin’ rain
Her golden grace
Her golden face
And in the labyrinth
You bring me down to bring me up
You fill my chalice cup
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Face Forgotten Thing
01:37
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Face forgotten thing
Remnants almost gone
The scrawl of a gull
The other is none other
Than the heart
Flitting across stones
To a wave
Where silence haunts stones
The desert beach breeze-blow
Listens, observes and apart.
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All The Saints
04:48
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So comes the night and sounds the hour of the fall
The days drag by and I endure
Love sparkles like the light where river ripples flow
And golden hope lives blow by blow
Brushed by the shadows of the dead we see the dawn
Poets and prophets blow their horns
All the Saints and sages will return
The weeping flowers caress the sky again
The deities of living dew
Those sacred men and women raised to higher self
Have cut a line through time anew
We stroll the sandy beaches taking in the wave
The roar of thunder, oceans churn
All the saints and Sages have returned
The northern gods play drums
The Devas play sitars
And Jesus drinks the chalice dry
All the saints and sages multiply
Glory glory glory hallelujah all the saints and sages have returned
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Instrumental
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8. |
Black Alhambra Night
05:51
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And in the darkness
When I come to haunt your citadel
To smell your omens and your seasons
Seekers of good time
Drinking from familiar streams
Desires tearing up your reason
What is this thing that I can see inside my mind?
Is it a burning effigy?
You ask the name of this low ruined man before you
He is a hidden mystery.
And in the twilight when the black begins to fall I walk the walls
And as the moonlight Goya faces smoulder on I walk the walls
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9. |
Landlocked and Drowning
02:20
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Landlocked but drowning
'bravo' shouts my heart
from inside and afar
I blame my lucky star
One hand on the cliff edge
The other one clapping
My tired mind maps out
Empty terrain
(A routine shift in an endless
Complain)
You said it would all be ok
But the world poison kicks in
And i faint on an empty train.
But meanwhile in the cage
The prison stinks of same
Easier that way.
The mirror mocks my chain
Thank God for work again
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To break a promise to someone you loved
Will shake your soul and make you lose your sleep.
You’ll wade a nightmare world so deep
Where nothing’s right and nothing left to keep
Is it God and angels pounding you to make the change,
To realise the great mistake you made?
To take the knife of guilt and use it as a blade,
Or is it just a mind clogged in a daze?
Whichever way, it kneels and begs and whines
Or clambers to a higher falls to find
Waters where it may be cleansed of crime
And find a truth which stretches beyond time
When the world of things dissolves away
I will be there, nothing to do or say.
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Silent and Amazed
02:55
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Silent and amazed i am a child again
Silent and amazed i take your hand
Broken is the darkness of my ignorance
Knowing that i’ll soon be goin' home
I never knew how much i needed this before
Never knew the truth was there to grasp
All I ever wanted was a chance to see
And all i ever needed was to ask
There at the end of your road
Where the cherry blossoms grow
I will stand outside your door
And wait for answers
(Feels like you’re never goin' home)
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See Christ’s bloody hands
Drawing me to Him
And chest to chest He whispers
Hear His breath
"Where's the heart,
The jewel I gave you?
Where's the snake,
The sword to slay you."
Smell the jasmine
White pink flower on lips
And other scarlet openings
Doors to push and wade to Him.
The heart sings or the mind's lament?
The old songs now hang coarse and rent.
Break the ice and melt the snow
Where the dawn leads I must follow
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13. |
Death
06:58
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Death stood by the door.
The gilded night has ravaged me.
Self creaks under the strain of me.
The curtain call and ego crawl footfall.
And death asks for yet more
A pattern to the suffering
A break in the monotony
The answer to a riddle left unsolved.
And death will chalk the score
A muddle of philosophies
A never ending tragedy
A whistle from a wolf who needs to claw
And death is tireless yet
He lounges in subconsciouses
And deals the cards he thinks are his
But he is only working for the law
But death why come for me?
I have nothing to offer you
My best is gone but yours is too
I'm rotting but theres still love at the core
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Another day in a sea of faces
Perceptions, images, places
The here and now is a sacred cow
Who shakes her bell
And showers graces
Consciousness, awareness, bliss
Not this, not this
A day will come when
the heart is fully grown
and the day will not exist
for i am away from every social scene
every mind-game party,
every mood that swings
tho the yo-yo will rise and fall
one learns to grow above it all
looking out over rooftops
and when the other
has ceased to smother and
becomes integrated
the child within will dance and sing
to emptiness, satiated.
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The clever men are posturing
They wised up to the art
And all those pretty college frocks
Are falling at their feet
A rumble in the jumble
All voices are a curse
Just a no-one doin’ nothing in an empty universe
The maniacs are maddening
They’ve crayoned out my face
From the walls of padded lunacy
And eaten up my space
A sense you can depend on
Till they throw you from the hearse
Just a no-one doin’ nothing in an empty universe
The sun and moon are tripping
In a sea of round the bend
My food is made of elements
I cannot comprehend
My bowels are on fire
My bladder fit to burst
Just a no-one doin’ nothing in an empty universe
The drinking man's a drunkard
And the working man's a tool
They frighten you with poverty
Obesity and school
A zoo jailer, a cosmonaut,
A scribbler of verse
Just a no-one doin’ nothing in an empty universe
Well the future's a delusion
That you think you can undo
But the absolute has planned it all
And just makes you think you do
It only seems a madhouse
Arcadia in reverse
Just a no-one doin’ nothing in an empty universe
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16. |
The Hermit (Bonus Track)
03:47
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I found him alone in the forest
Sitting by a campfire waiting
He motioned me to sit
Quietly beside him
And muttered to me
Only through his silence
And pulling out a card
That showed a pointed star
He motioned to the sky
And slowly sighed
Soon there will be
Great changes coming
A higher truth will be
Restored again
The mother will merge
With the father
Their sons and daughters
Golden
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Scratch the surface and there’s something there
Scratch the surface and it’s flesh blood and bone
Mind’s your own it leads you deeper and down
Scratch the surface and it’s mind of it’s own
History of the world in three and a half minutes
Three or four kings and a couple of Mystics
Towering statues, temples of gold
A pair of big row boats, the lovers of old
And we’ve been lovers now so many times
Don’t you remember those old chat up lines?
Rebirthing, regressions, going back in time
I was Cleopatra, you St Valentine
I was a slave girl, you the boy who made shoes shine
Dredged through vagueness, illness, nursery rhymes
Hearts will break, hearts will be put back together again
Souls will surface, souls will be submerged again
I’m tapping into something that goes beyond the mind
Play with the senses then leave them behind
Look behind the madness and there’s no one there
Stare down the darkness and there’s no one who stares
It’s unfair to speculate on the nothing at all
It’s a cheat to tell you that there’s anyone born.
In the Bible Jesus died but who was reborn?
All that’s left’s a veil of myth, a crown of thorns.
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Instrumental
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Darren Joseph Anderson Granada, Spain
Cosmic folk baroque and psyche rock from Granada, Spain via Sheffield.
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