Poi dog pondering Lyrics

Poi Dog Pondering

Living With The Dreaming Body

Robin's in the metaphysical section,
She's got "Living with the Dreaming Body."
Robin's in the metaphysical section,
She's sprawled out along the carpet floor.

She says my work is like eating cold oatmeal,
yesterday's oatmeal, day after day.
She says my work is like eating cold oatmeal,
day after day, and she's right.

Drunk on margaritas and full of food,
she says "it's hard to be with one when you're in love with another."
Drunk on margaritas and full of food,
she says "it's hard to be with one when you're in love with another."

Robin's in the metaphysical section,
She's sprawled out drunk along the carpet floor.

Fall Upon Me

Fall upon me in my quiet pain.
Fall upon me, again and again.
Across wide open fields,
and grass down of green.

I'm awake but my head is in the air.
Wide awake, take me walking into the cold cold air.

Fall upon me like a hundred flowers.
Fall upon me like the masseuse of hours.
Give me the breath of life,
from your loving chest.

Fall upon me in the pouring rain.
Wet my lips again and again.
Give me the grace of your finger tips.
Fall upon me.

Postcard from a Dream
(toast and jelly)

Before your lights quite fail,
And you fall spinning singing from the same song.
Pass your hand before me,
Palm shining, light streaming.
Speak to me your lips touch,
Crackle like water spilling,
tumbling down.

Sing to me lull softly call quiver.
Dream to me like a flame flicker.
Shimmering, Shimmering mirage like vision,
of tranquility.

Honeyflower sing suckle
oh so sweetly call to me
lure linger please
lure linger, lure linger

Cover me with your hands unfolded,
wrapped around, held like a ball.
Think of me -- put all your self inside me,
Then send me spinning into the sun.

Dreams dreamt and thoughts thunk.
Tooth brushed and watch wound
Before toast and tea
Before toast and tea

"Breakfast!" Good morning everybody,
The sun is up and there's lots of toast and jelly
Wash Wash, you gotta wash the dishes
If you're gonna eat upon 'em, ya gotta wash 'em.
You can get it if you really want,
you gotta try hard, try hard
(P.S. Keep on the sunny side)

Pulling Touch

You are a butterfly and my eyes are needles.
The cold has your breast and my hand is on fire,
You resting and reposing,
My veins are pulsing.
And nothing can cure me, but your pulling touch.

I'll stretch you out, and lay alongside you,
Run my hands along, devour and divide you.

In the cool of the night, under a rain-pelted roof,
Beneath cotton white linen, our love is spilt.
You are a cup that I hold by the cheekbones,
I pull you close and I drink you up.

I'll stretch you out, and lay alongside you,
Run my hands along, devour and divide you.

Sound of Water

Sometimes I think I should,
Sometimes I think I oughta.
If I could, you know I would.
Talk to you in a minute,
call you on the telephone

I saw a picture of you and it took me through,
so many visions of you I couldn't stand it.
but I sat it through.

Another day and it's still the same,
I thought of you as I always do
You know that picture of two sad faces you drew?
Well I know which one is me,
and I know which one is you.
I have so much information but know not what to do,
I could call you on the telephone,
but that would be too much for me to do.
Oh the sound of water, oh the taste of water.

Fact of Life

Relentlessly climbing and conquering and swallowing
fresh pain
Melting reemerging and rising up clean
in the pouring rain
Rise up clean in the pouring rain, only to drop down
and decay again

Muscle and sweat and blood and bones
feel good, feel strong!

Don't ask why, it's a fact you die

Circle Around the Sun

My ghost is everywhere here
It hangs on every tree
Lingering with every flower and leaf,
smell of scent and sight and sound
These are calling cards from another time

Familiar days and forgotten phases,
like water trickle down down down
Time is an ocean, and I'm set to swim
and I'm tumbled by her.

Circle around the sun, turn turn turn
Someday my turn will come
Stretched by time and torn by fate
I'm held together by the flesh of faith

Pushing up I hope for the sun,
but I'll take the rain with what all it comes
I walk and my feet roll, arms sway side to side, to and fro
Who am I to try to guide my life?

Like the tribes that came before us, and all the kings and queens
and our ancestors, through the centuries...
Through the birth of a child, I return the gift that was given me
The wind on the skin, and the pull of gravity.

Circle around the sun, turn turn turn
One day my turn will come
I'm living every minute and dying every day
I hope my heart is in the right place

Aloha Honolulu
(by Bruce Hughes)

Aloha, Honolulu, here I come with some friends of mine
Half of them the Hawaiian kind
The other half just need a little sunshine
On the isle of Oahu, the day is just begun
Relax is number one
"Don't rush me haole, there's plenty of sun"
"Did you bring the lotion? You know your skin is awful white"
Yeah, I brought the lotion, spread it on my broad daylight.
Now I'm free sky stylin on the shiny island
all the peoples smilin', and brother let me tell ya I'm smilin' too.

Wood Guitar

Oh Elizabeth, would you come down,
with your wood guitar now.
Oh please play for me.
Lay your hands upon those strings, wood guitar, wood guitar
I wish that you could play for me,
I wish that I could fall asleep.

Falling

I'm falling, but its OK
Never know just where I'll land
No sense to force plans, I'm flying.

I'm walking, feel my hands and my legs,
They feel good to be moving, side to side
sway, sway, I'm gliding.

Wishing Like a Mountain
Thinking Like the Sea

Bury Me Deep

A lifetime of accomplishments of which the dirt knows none,
only in death can one truly return
Return the carrots, the apples and potatoes,
The chickens, the cows, the fish and tomatoes.
In one glorious swoop, let the deed be done
and bury me deep so that I can be one...

And all around my muscle and all around my bone,
don't incinerate me or seal me from
the dirt which bore me, the bed that which from
the rain falls upon and the fruit comes from
For the dirt is a blanket, no fiery tomb,
No punishment, reward, or pearly white room
And you who say that in death we will pay,
The dead they can't hear a word that you say
Your words are not kind, sober or giving,
they only put fear in the hearts of the living
So put away your tongues and roll up your sleeves,
and pick up your shovel and bury me deep.

Watermelon Song

Wishing like a mountain and thinking like the sea
How it is to feel absolutely free
(The simplest things so hard to achieve)

I want to be your watermelon, let me sing into your radio
Let me be the yeast inside your bread,
let me be the new thought inside your head

Here in this room, where the cost of light and heat
are such a distraction from the things we really need
Love is everything and everything's a distraction

U Li La Lu

You should wear with pride the scars on your skin
They're a map of the adventures and the places you've been
"Praise God," he said lifting his drink.
"And the devil too!" you said with a wink.
Hey Woody Guthrie! Hey Marc Chagall!
There's far too many of you to thank you all
But I wanna talk about the gift that you gave
I'm so happy about the gift that you gave!
(A friend of mine once said....
"If you're ever around when someone dies,
look up and wave, they'll get a big kick out of it.")
If I should die in a car wreck,
may I have Van Morrison on my tape deck.

Everybody's Trying

I know you're bitter, but why?
Don't you know that two wrongs don't make a right?
It's not that simple
But everybody's trying to figure it out

I feel so detached today, I don't know
It's not that simple, It's not that simple
It's all that we can do to try and work it on out.

Big Beautiful Spoon

Wrap around me and curl, you big beautiful spoon
The thought of your touch and smell just makes me swoon
When you lay me down, my heart is still as a pond
Together like two spoons until dawn.

Sometimes I live in the past, I know that it's true
I'm romantic to melancholy, you know that's true too.
The past is a shoe box of old songs and photographs,
I dig in and wade through, I learn from my past.

I'm helpless and doomed, sad and ashamed
The mistakes that I've made, will I make them again?

Feet are made for walking, and hands are made for love,
And for the longing and the lonely, the moon and stars shine above.
Well there's a time and a place, a river and a bridge,
a kitchen and a hallway, a stove and a fridge.
A clock on the wall, and there's a telephone call,
songs to be sung, and work to be done.
Well you rub two sticks together and sparks start a fire,
and I'm longing and I'm lonely, and for you I desire.

The Ancient Egyptians
(A Love Letter to Jonathan Richman)

Well the Ancient Egyptians, and the other Africans
The Mayans, the Incas, and all the Polynesians.
All around the world, a long long time ago,
People would walk, where ever they had to go.
They didn't have car keys, and they didn't have roads --
They didn't have those ugly convenience stores, or Texacos
In fact, all around the world, a long long time ago,
people would walk, where ever they had to go.

Well now it's the 1990's, and the gasoline does flow,
but I still try and walk most of the places I have to go
But sometimes my friends will stop and say,
"Hey Frank! There's a bus or a cab over there...
Why don't we go ahead and get in it?"
But I say no, no, no, and didn't you know,
you get to know things better when they go by slow.

Spending the Day in the Shirt that you Wore

Oh the days of wine and roses and the rubbing of noses
Bare feet, new sprouts, and garden hoses.
Skipping stones, while skipping home...
"Look at that tree, it's got a brand new leaf!"
Candle light, candle light -- for no reason
Eating fresh fruit when it's in season.
Take an aimless drive behind a motor wheel
Sticking fingers on paintings to see the way they feel!

Spending the day in the shirt that you wore
I can sense your presence from the day before...

Thanksgiving
(By Adam Sultan)

Somehow I find myself far out of line
from the ones I had drawn
Wasn't the best of paths, you could attest to that,
but I'm keeping on.
Would our paths cross if every great loss
had turned out our gain?
Would our paths cross if the pain it had cost us
was paid in vain?

There was no pot of gold, hardly a rainbow
lighting my way
But I will be true to the red, black and blues
that colored those days.

I owe my soul to each fork in the road,
each misleading sign.
'Cause even in solitude, no bitter attitude
can dissolve my sweetest find

Thanksgiving for every wrong move that made it right.

Praise the Lord

"Praise the lord," he said to me, and he seemed quite happy, he seemed quite happy, and I said... "Yeah!"

'Cause I was just down at the sea, and it occurred to me that I like to feel it knock me down, twist and throw and churn me around 'cause it's Mother Ocean, and I'm just one of her sons.
And she can do just what she wants to me, and I know she does nothing purposely. I must respect, that goes unsaid, but it's all just a twist of fate. And I know about heaven's gate, because I've seen it but not up close, and I know it ain't no pearly white, and I know that I'll be nothing there, just food for fish and twisting worms, but that's just fine with me, 'cause when I'm being tossed by the sea, I can feel a force greater than misery, greater than my stupid job, greater than our stupid bomb, and a time comes to mind a time without complexity.

So don't tell me about the land of Nod, where we are supposed to sit at the right hand of God, where the lion will lay down with the lamb, because you know damn well he'll eat him if he can. The lion doesn't want to be pacified by promises of an endless life 'cause he knows it's not that way -- he's not detached, he sees it everyday: the birth, the death, and the decay. And he accepts and says it's okay -- he would eat us for our elitist ways.

The Me That Was Your Son

Mother, you have been dead now for six years
And in the years since then, I have grown to know my father,
and this makes me happy.
Do you know that you two are so different? And I wish I
remembered the two of you together, but all I have are
photos of them, and they tell me a lot, but only in the way
that a smell reminds you of a time long gone.

This makes me sad, my friends don't know the you then,
nor have they ever met the me that was your son.

Mother, when I'm in my memory of you,
I meet again the me that was your son,
and he is a stranger, but so are you.
But Mamma, one cannot live in the past.
Everyday brings new decisions,
new sadness and new joy.

Fruitless

I could walk away, I could let this fly
go back home and start again -- Fruitless
I have faith in how things seem to start again,
that tale of your one big chance is a lie, told by consumed men.
And I push, and I push to not give in

I don't recall a place that I would call the end
But things are different now I know and that was then.
I could walk away, I've been pushing for so long,
All dried up and sap sucked thin -- Fruitless
And I push, and I push to not give in

Big Walk

Take a trip 'round this great big world
There are many things that I've never seen,
many places that I've never been but I'd like to.
Global Village, under one sun,
that means one for all and all for one.
This great big world is for everyone.
India, Africa, Canada, and Thailand too.
Afghanistan, Australia, Tahiti and Russia, too.
Suniva's way up in Canada, we wanna know
"What's it like?"
There is no nationalism, there is no sole religion
Those are ideals of the past, they don't work here anymore.

Sugarbush Cushman

Sugarbush Cushman lived by the Ruud pond
Way up north in Barre Vermont
Way up high where the maple trees grow,
she says "I'm from Vermont and I loves the snow."
In her floppy french cap, seated beneath the maple tree,
drinking down the sap, not a care in the world
cause it's all in her hands as she throws her head back.

Married by the minister, her mother made the cake,
and her husband played the drums in a big dance band,
and they could take the six dollars they made everynight
and keep them in hot food in her cast iron pan.

Volo Volo

Lack Luster

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Slippy side, Side-Side-Side go to go

a long time gone and a long time past
so soon so soon -- Lack Luster Lack Luster
how can I muster
The faith That I need to see
The Things I need to see --
on again off again
Bronco
try to hold on to the ribs
of the situation at hand.

a long time gone and a long time past,
since I felt That Things were within my grasp. . .
wheel roll round
round, round, round -- hear that Sound.

Leaning longingly against The window,
falling forlorn to the ground, ground, ground. . .
when I wonder, when I whistle,
when I'm wandering Through The Thistles
when I'm tangled up in Bristles
hey! hey! hey!

Beautifully Pained like an angel in purgatory --
wrapped up and exhaulted --
immaculate in melancholy --
She (sea) sure (shore)
rose and The sand fell Through her hands
grain after grain after grain !

"In the Beginning was The Myth"
Chapter one starts like this. . . ,
"Blank and Calm, and full of expectancy." (Herman Hess' "peter Caminziad")
I'm standing exactly where I'm
Supposed to be. . .

Twisting and Tumbling, not
Standing or fumbling.

Collarbone

Desire hangs on for dear life
on the window sill of the collarbone
of the one I love
And a glimmering shimmer
of sweat gathers into a pool in her palm
from a well in her wrist

(chorus)

And the only thing that speaks the truth
is the eloquence of passing time
the spoken word is a jacket too tight.

There's a shimmering vision
by the window pane
a cellophane figure speaking in
tounges from above

Theres the curve of a stone
and the crest of a wave
here are the lips that cracked
and the sound that they made

(chorus)

Desire hangs on for dear life
on the window sill of the collarbone
of the one I love.
The grass spills out and catches a flame
the trees stand up and scream there blissfullness.

(chorus)

Get Me On

Protagonist --
"on, get me on, get me on"

Sirens call / Greek chorus --
"In time all will be told,
the last petal will unfold"

Protagonist --
"get me to the point where
the truth will unfold,
I wanna know."

The Hardest Thing

If we don't snap outa this, I don't know what
I'm gonna do
I'm just tryin' to make it up to you
I see so many lovers policing each other
Nagging and back Biting
One upon another

One thing I never want is for us to slip into this
The hardest thing to bear is when love slips
into this

Love cries for freedom
So let's keep it together (keep it together)
Give it what it needs
Love cries for freedom
So let's keep it together (keep it together)
Give it what it needs

So sit down beside yourself and take a look around
There are no chains here
No shackles to be found
And if we are to be
Together you and me
Then nothing will hold us here But our desire to be

Love cries for freedom
So let's keep it together (keep it together)
Give it what it needs
Love cries for freedom
So let's keep it together (keep it together)
Give it what it needs

And if it's too much to bear, the pain and
disappointment
Then we gotta get up and set each other free
Because in time all things will be revealed
And the truth in our hearts
We won't be able to help but feel

Ta Bouche Est Tabou (english version)

(lyrics by J.F. Berneron & F. Orrall)

Headlong down your hallway with a head full
of sweet possibilities
Though I know damn well here I go again hoping you'll
see things my way
My knock upon your door unanswered as it has been
A dozen times before my love for you
an unopened book
Bittersweet bittersweet
(Chorus)
Ta bouche est tabou ta bouche est tabou
Ta bouche est tabou ta bouche est tabou

And my blood boils
Your lips are closed to all alive and
breathing ambiguity
The fullness of them guarded private property
I would love to taste the sweet forbidden fruit
And leave upon my lips the savor of your juice
(Chorus)
And my blood boils
(Chorus)

I've Got My Body

I've got my body I've got my soul
I have so much to learn now this I know
I might have eyes I might have fingers and toes
But tell me what good are all those things
if you ain't got your soul
I've got my body I've got my soul
Someday I might have a million dollars,
then again I might have only
One change of clothes
You may deal in silver you may deal in gold
But tell me what good are all those things
if you ain't got your soul
Now cut me bleeding down fallen
if I should rob from my soul
Let the sight of my blood remind me
of the truths I do know
Like the fleeting hold the body has on the soul
I've got my body I've got my soul
Help me keep it true help me keep it straight
help me to heep hold
Cut me bleeding down fallen
if I should rob form my soul
And let the sight of blood remind me
of the truths I do know

(Bridge)
Because every time you lie deceive or cheer
you lose a little bit
Lose a little bit lose a little bit of your soul
(Solo)
(Bridge again)
Cut me bleeding down fallen
if I should rob from my soul
And let the sight of blood remind me
of the truths I do know
I like the fleeting hold the body has on the soul
I've got my body I've got my soul
I've got my body I've got my soul
I've got my body I've got my soul

Jack Ass Ginger

Sometimes like a dream you come cut
from the same cloth
The light in your palm so white I feel it in my heart
Horse hoof imprint on the saddle back bare hide of
a horse
You come with steam of breath and Caligula's's head
To me so lonesome and longing and so unsatisfied
Even with all this beauty flooding deep into my eyes
Stop for a moment and listen to the wind
See the trees, leaves the sun they catch and
their rustling din.

(Chorus)
Breathe deep fill up with relief don't go mad,
don't go mad.
Breathe deep fill up with relief don't go mad,
don't go mad.

Life is a long river learn from your past
I been reading my history to learn what the others
have seen
Blood in the hollow of my heart
Sweat on the skin of my chest
Run a little bit faster now and breath a little deeper

(Chorus)

Come to me come to me set me free,
Jack ass ginger, jack ass ginger.
Come to me come to me set me free,
Jack ass ginger, jack ass ginger

Looking for a structure to call my own
I reached down my throat
and grabbed my rack of bones.
Looking for a structure to call my own
I grabbed my rack of bones
I grabbed my rack of bones.

Cut by a blade of grass fell slain by a drop of rain.
Lay fallow fallen 40 feet onto pastures of catastrophe
Sucked out set adrift at sea
Floor board decked out with uncertainty
In open doldrums oceans of unknowable emotions

(Chorus)

Just before the end a great efflorescence
A plead to the will of the sea
A great soul collective
Painters pile paint upon paint
Losing themselves to get what they see
Enshrouded in a cocoon of doom
And then set free

(Chorus)

Be The One

Say that you'll be The one
drowning in my heart, to be
drowning in your arms, (take me)
*3 summers heat, tangled up
in sheets (take me) (* Susan
game me that line)

I'm as steady as a sea saw,
and as longing as the wind,
visions of you come so filling
I swoon -- so far
and distant and under the same
moon, all I ask is you to
Take Me
under the strength of your
words my heart is carried
by a hundred birds (Take me)

into death I do seep, into
The arms of your hearts
sleep (take me)

Breathing as you where,
Lying on The floor
Take Me
Take Me.

Tall

Standing tall as a woman but acting tough as can be
Curling your lip directing your poetry at me
When I know it was written for another time
and place
It doesn't touch me
You're so bitter the past so close behind
You're so curling and churning how could your
angel give in
When there's nothing to blame but your price
(Chorus)
And I guess you need an excuse to fall
If you're gonna pretend to fly at all

You can curl up cradled in your past
But it isn't as warm there is it will nothing ever last
Your painting your pictures with shards of your pain
You'd prick your fingers for blood to paint
You sing your strife like a sonnet I believe
(Chorus)
(Bridge) You sing your strife like a sonnet
But you buy your hat with a sweat stained
brim already on it
Chaos and fate your enemies at least that's
the way you've sold them to be
You can put yourself on a cross but not for me
(Chorus)

Building

Look at that Building
It's so beautiful
The certainly don't make them like that anymore
Look at that detail
Over that doorway
That must've taken some time
The curve of that stone
And ornate design
Look at that Building
It's so beautiful
They certainly don't make them like that anymore

Te Manu Pukarua
(Tahitian traditional)

Te manu puka Rua
e rua puka manu
haka "Book" "Boom" "Boom"!
hara raku Pomme de Terre

Blood and Thunder

Blood and thunder
And all the sights and sounds of real life wonder

Vim and vigor
Full of piss and vinegar
Wrapping around surround and bound
By ligaments and skin
Leaping along springingly long
Bounding and pounding down leg walking sidewalks

The moment of clear and absolute perception
So immaculate at the moment of conception
Strike spark on a lark of inspiration
Getting it down a sort of netherworld dictation

So I'll sharpen my pencil
And rip my stencils asunder
And ready my writer full of ribbon and wonder

Pomegranate

Pomegranate

Pomegranate...
Like God's ankles, like God's feet.
Pomegranate...
Smooth like God's skin, smooth like God's bones.
Fruit so wet, my tongue laid upon.
She rises with the night, she sleeps with the dawn.
Pomegranate...
The tooth is a stone, the eye is a pit.
Nipples are seeds, and the mind is the culprit.
Milk blood flowing, stardust sleeps.
Water light glistens, and the fireflies beat. Pomegranate...
The pull of palms, along the skin of dreams.
Discotheque and light beams.
You know you're holding something, you know you see.
Bring it to me, gimme seed.
Pomegranate...
Time is a bastard it won't let me patch things up.
It's all firecracker paper and empty tin cups.
Eyes to the sky and feet on the ground.
Weighing all the consequences, pound by pound.
Pomegranate in the palm of my hand.
I was ruler of the kingdom, I was ruler of the land.

Catacombs

I'm dusting off the old ghosts now
and they're giving me a run for my money.
I'm down here with the skulls and bones,
down here in the catacombs.

Swimming through the blood of years,
chipping away at this wall of tears.
With no muslin hands to hold me,
in the dark I was left, to find the light.
Down here in the catacombs.

Chorus:
Open my mouth, the air dilutes my thoughts,
words are like a string that I pull out of my mouth,
like a tapeworm eating me from inside out,
words are like a string that I pull out of my mouth.

I can hear my friends and family
walking and talking up there on the ground.
We are all truly alone, down here in the catacombs.
They can't help me now, I gotta chase these demons out,
with no muslin hands to hold me,
in the dark I was left to find the light.

Complicated

Wanna Get it right this time.
Complicated is all right
Complicated it's all right.
Sorrow is an angel that comes to you in blue light
and shows you what is wrong just to see if you'll set it right
and I've fucked up so many times in my life --
that I want to get it right this time.

Complicated, it's all right.
So tell me something someone and help me get it right,
or hit me over the head, box me up and say good night.
I can't stand to see myself go through the motions
that bring me back into these same old sad emotions.

Wanna get it right this time.

what to get free with it
(Tell me!)
what to get free with it
(Tell me!)
what to get free with it
(Tell me!)
what to get free with it
(Tell me!)

Sometimes I get so afraid of life
I'm not afraid of death
I'm scared of going through this thing twice

Wanna get it right this time
Complicated it's all right

The Chain

Darling I'm giving you all my love.
Don't want to do anymore of those things I've been guilty of.
Show me the way to always be renewed.
I want love to be our only food.
Now I want to give it all for love.
I was so blind with pain,
I never thought I could find my way again.
I was fading away, night was becoming day,
I was killing myself in the subtlest of ways.
Now I want to give it all for love.
Got to get through to you, got to get you all over me.
Now that I found you I'm part of a chain,
I'm gonna gather you up and pull you in again.
Let cynical tongues twist and spit, I want what lovers own.
When you came into my life and said you wouldn't go away,
I was astounded how everything seemed to fade away,
everything of unimportance lay split open and splayed.
Darling I was tired and you have given me strength.

Now I want to give it all for love.
Now that I've found you I'm part of the chain,
gonna gather you up and pull you in again.
Let cynical tongues twist and spit,
I want what lovers own.

I'm not dressing for success, I'm undressing for my lover.
I'm not dressing for success, I'm undressing for my lover.

Big Constellation

Big constellation hanging over my head,
a crooked and thorny starry crown.
Illumination shine a light on my dreams.
The last time I wore wings I was only three.
The dead leaves of old life's longings crackled under my feet.
But now the moonlight stalks me and the sun never lets me sleep.
Seems my dreams will make a mockery out of me.

Try as I might, blind as I am.
I'm doing everything, I'm doing all that I can.
But now the moonlight stalks me,
and the sun never lets me sleep.
Big constellation shine a light on my dreams.
Big constellation shine a light on me.

Sandra at the Beach

I see Sandra at the beach,
she's in her blue swim suit.
And her breasts are lifted high
by that tight seal skin knit, I know,
cause they usually pull more towards her navel.
She is moving out into the waves
with long sinking steps pushing into the sand
and the surf, it beats her chest.

Well Sandra's with another woman of 35
who's much more reserved,
standing just out of reach of the waves
licking up her feet.
She's watching Sandra's every move.

Sandra looks so good today I think that she is in love.
Sandra feels those eyes and they feel good.
Just like pin prick lips on the seat of her suit.
And she is moving out into the waves,
and she is so inspiring in love like this--
and you know,
it makes me wonder what kind of night they had last night.
"Some kind of love," to steal a phrase or two--
"No kinds of love are better than others."*
Sandra looks so good today, I think that she is in love.
Sandra looks so good today, I think that she is in love.

Sandra's lover moves away from the beach
into the parking lot, or the bathroom, I don't know, I couldn't see.
But alone on the beach with all those faceless people
Sandra loses her strength, somehow. Alone on the beach,
her strength is lost.
I don't know but I have seen
that one and one don't make two, one and one make three.
Sandra looks so good today, I think that she is in love.
Sandra looks so good today, I think that she is in love.

*From "Some Kinda Love" by The Velvet Underground (Lou Reed)

Diamonds and Buttermilk

I wanna suck your guava juice,
get down on my knees and slip in your passion fruit.
I come in Diamonds and Buttermilk
and swim right in and out of you 'til you shake-a like the chills.
Licking the butter from your lillycoi lips
and deep-sea diving for the oyster in your hips.
Gonna suck your Kiwi right through my teeth
and split your Pomegranate,
gonna suckle on your seeds.
So slippery I'm feeling greedy,
gonna take you like smack to the needy.

I seek the thunder of your love's blind wonder --
give me everything. Give me everything.

Love takes my clothes off, love pulls me down,
I'm on my hands and knees crawling around on the ground.
A man must make a beast of himself if he is ever to be truly free.

So slippery, I'm feeling greasy,
gonna take you like smack to the needy,
gonna slip right in and pull you out.

Shu Zulu Za

The expulsion from the Garden of Eden
is the beginning of life as I know it.
Pressed from the bright light and into the darkness
where the diamonds in the rough shine so brightly.
Grappling apples and suckling grapes,
savoring their sweetness and dissecting their tastes.
Singing songs from the true life scenery,
tales told in tongue, like J.J. Johnson's trombone bursting his lungs.

Hey hey Shu Zulu Za, pow pow pow!
Gonna pass right through you, gonna slip inside your skin.

Cream lined lotion, liquid love light,
flowing over folds of flesh -- slippery slow slide.
Smooth of stone and the cut of cloth,
smooth of skin, where the silk slid off.
Milk like ladles, poured over shoulders,
ponds of light, flowed over boulders,
birds in branches called out like gunfire,
and their wings set the sky afire.
Black was clouds against the sky as the
mountains disappeared into the night.

There must've been angels after all!

(Robert's monologue
from "Story in Harlem Slang" -- Hurston)

Wait till I light up my coal pipe
and tell you about this zig called, Jelly.
He was seal skin brown and papa tree top tall.
He was born with this rough dry hair
but when he laid on the grease
and pressed it down over night with his stocking cap
it had so many waves you got sea sick from lookin'.

His Mama named him Marvell
but after a month on Lenox Avenue
he changed all that to, uh, Jelly.
How come?
Well he put it in the street that when it came to fulfilling the needs
of the ladies,
he was in a class by himself.
And he told em, his name must be Jelly,
cuz jam don't shake
and that was what was on his sign.
The stuff was there, it was mellow
and whenever he was challenged on the right of his title
by a Hardhead or a frail ear,
he would just look em dead in the eye
with a slice of ice and say,
"You must just be dumb to the fact -
you know I don't need no help,
not with all the stuff I got."
And then he would give em the pimp sign
and percolate on down the avenue...

God's Gallipoli

Sloping head bent to wind as always.
Slugging it out 'til the end, the boxer
going over the top, in God's Gallipoli.

Set me up Joe, body lean but mind obese,
maple angel leaves once shifted in the trees
when light was a truly wondrous thing.
But now they crackle under my feet
like the old life's longings
of sailors once robust
in buttons and coats now just mud and bone
and teeth beneath me.

Grist for star dust, the bone crushing rock of ages.
Cancer took the spring from my lover and gave us forever Autumn.
No thoughtless smoke now, no blind drink.
No idle lunches dreaming of a whole 'nother world of things.
It's down to brass tacks and saline sacks,
vincristin injections and early detections.

Take me in one swoop God don't let me dwindle.
I watched the light leave my mother's bed-sick eyes.
She's so scared--once gone, I kissed her cheek,
and the cold of her skin held on my lips.
It's hard to think, "so this is how it ends?"
stretched out on a bed sheet,
sorting through a wreckage of regrets.

Back in the ring now,
with eye held just high enough to see the prize.
Head bend forward at hip into wind as always.

Slugging it out 'til the end, the boxer.
Going over the top, in God's Gallipoli.

You know the thing that haunts me the most
are all those crystalline moments,
where adrenalin and light filled my belly and head.

And the moon winked as if to say yes.
And I ran in the cold night and sweated and it felt good.
And I could hit the nail on the head
and drive that fucker home.

Going over the top, in God's Gallipoli...

The Shake of Big Hands

Could we ever feel as solid as the shake of big hands?
It's such a long time getting over you.
So many wimpy love songs.
With I love you, I hate you.
But know not what to do.
The feel of your words makes food stick to my throat.
You've got a piece of me now please let go.
Listen to me now, it's so pathetic.
What I've let the thought of you do to me.
(the last verse that used to be there has apparently been cut out of the song:)

I think about you still quite often in fact
Especially when it rains
And though you made me quite miserable
I'd still see you again

Al Le Luia
We are in Heaven.

Words by Frank Orrall. Music by Frank Orrall & Poi Dog Pondering. Guava Juice Music 1995.

Natural Thing

Octavio/Beautiful To Meet You
(lyrics by Frank Orrall)

Sun's coming up
We've been up all night long.
I barely even know you,
Yet there's this feeling so strong
Like I knew you as a child.

It's beautiful to meet you.

Ta Bouche Est Tabou (French Mix)
(lyrics by J.F. Berneron)

Tes lèvres sont fermées
A toute ambiguïté
Vraiment pas moyen, non,
De s'y promener
J'aimais envoyer
Des baisers par courrier
Mais toutes mes lettres
Ont été brûlées, jetées
Et mon sang bout

Ta bouche est tabou
Tabou est ta bouche

Tes lèvres sont fermées
A toute ambiguïté
Défense de toucher
Propriété privée
J'ai pourtant envoyé
Des baisers par courrier
Mais toutes mes lettres
Sont restées cacheter
Et mon sang bout
Et mon sang bout
J'aimerai tant goûter
Au fruit défendu
Garder sur mes lèvres
La saveur de ton jus
Ta bouche est tabou
Ta bouche est tabou
Ta bouche est tabou
Tabou est ta bouche

Natural Thing
(Frank Orrall)

I want you, I've got to have you.

Love comes into the room,
Everybody stand up.
'Cuz there's no doubt about it,
Love is sacred.

I've got you in my skin.
It's a Natural Thing.

I want you, I've got to have you.

The bright light of love,
Skin so precious...
All my love and devotion...

It feels so good to be moving with you.
It's a Natural Thing

Come Together**
(Gillespie, Innes, Young)

Kiss me, won't you won't you kiss me?
Won't you won't you kiss me?
Lift me right out of this world,
Trip me, won't you won't you trip me?
Won't you won't you trip me?
Lift me ride me to the stars.

I'm free, you're free.
I want you to touch me
Come touch me.
Now it's all too much.
All too much.
All too much.

Come together oh oh.
Come together oh oh.
Come together as one.
Come together as one.
Up and away.
Come together oh yeah.
Up and away.

Diva (Live At House Of Sound)
(Frank Orrall)

Berry
(Music By Frank Orrall, Words By Julio Davis)

First thing that caught me was the hips.
Then the absence of make-up kits --
So I waited for the others to present they're skits,
and I was movin' kind of slow even tho' I had my zips on.

It's born! The understanding two share,
movin' kinda slow 'cause you know I had a few scares.
I can feel the flood gates opening.
Hope you can understand
that I wanna give it all to you.
But we gotta move slow --
hope you know --
that chemical reactions are rare if you know you.
Damn! It feels so good
I got a partner to grow with flow with kick it to a show with.

Take my hand as we step Chicago style --
smooth and low with rhythm to go.
Herb Kent. Boy the man is Heaven sent.
Spinnin old wax for the old school macks.
And your presence in my arms is natural enough
for me to feel the truth in your words.
Chalk one up for nerds!
And I notice that you're teachin me by being yourself
and what you go through.
Don't care if I say no to tofu.

Yeah and wanna throw your beeper out the window.
Cause you're happy to jump inside of my pinto.
You saw it in me where few others did --
The way I needed you to.
Feeding time at the zoo is what it's like out there
but kick yourself if you settle.
Words can't express when the bond turns metal,
my friend, you see it's not about the notches on your belt
and for me it's all about the way your feelings get felt.
So baby lemme know if you're with me.
Let's absorb the planet and live goddamnit yeah baby.
Lemme know if you're with me, we glide like Peggy Flemming
'cause my team is always winning.
Hope you're happy 'cause this is the beginning.
Everything else is petty and I know that I'm ready.
Love American style.
Everytime I think about it I smile.

That's The Way Love Is*
(Lawson, Burke, Stingily)

Oh, Oh, Oh, hey, hey

Two people, make a vow to stay together,
and live and love each other forever.
They both promise to love a lifetime --
funny thing when they both change their minds.

They both go their separate ways.
Love is just a memory.
But, young hearts never stay sad long.
Another love soon comes along.

That's the way love is.

Two people, don't get along.
Deep down in, they both have feelings very strong.
They try hard to conceal it.
Their hearts burn because they both know they can feel it.

Love is leaving -- without reason.
Feelings change just like seasons.
And no, nothing's the same.
There's no use in pretending I can hide the pain, no.

That's the way love is.

Sometimes it's so unfair,
When the feeling's no longer there.
That's the way love is.
Sometimes it's gratifying.
Love's feeling -- ain't no denying.
But that's the way love is.

That's the way love is.

Spend My Life (Moorea Mix)
(Frank Orrall)

Gonna spend my life together with you.

Hard Sometime

(Lyrics By Frankie Knuckles)

It ain't easy being you --
struggling every day,
searching for the truth.
I know it's hard sometimes
trying to find a friend --
someone you can trust
who will be there in the end.

But you must keep on,
keep on keeping on.
And one day you'll find
someone who will be kind.
From that moment on,
all things will be made new.
All the love you give,
it's gonna find it's way to you.

I know it's hard sometimes.

It aint' easy being you --
feeling how you feel,
searching for the truth.
I know it's hard sometimes,
trying to be for real
with someone you trust
who understands just how you feel.

But you must keep on,
keep on keeping on.
And one day you'll find
someone who will be kind.
From that moment on,
all things will be made new.
All the love you give,
it's gonna find it's way to you.

I know it's hard sometimes.

Jealous
(Frank Orrall)

I can't help it.
You give me no reason to be --
It's all up inside my head,
Some shit I learned a long time ago
I can't help it

I try thinking about it --
logically talk myself out of it,
But I can't help it,
I still get jealous.

I don't want to share you with any other men.
is that selfish?
Well, I can't help it.
I get jealous.

The last thing I want to do,
is try and control you.
I love you,
I want to get close to you.

I've seen things fall apart,
disolve and disapate,
to see our love grow stronger and deeper,
would just be fucking great.

I can't help it I get jealous They say if you love someone,
be strong and set them free.
Understand me I feel strongly,
I want you to be free with me.

I can't help it

I get jealous

Tracery / Tana Dery Na

Sweeping up the cutting room floor

(lyrics for this record coming soon)

In seed comes fruit

01: had i known:
had i known you were lying in my bed
all the while, i'd have come home sooner
i was just out killing time
thinking about you all the while
i've never known a love like this before
i fall between so happy, and so self unsure
i'm falling, nervous and excited it's true
had i known, i'd have come home sooner
6 a.m. and you're gone
and i'm watching the dawn come on
______________________
music and lyrics - Frank Orrall
string arrangement: Susan Voelz
rhodes and synth: Rick Gehrenbeck
bass: Ron Hall
piano, synths & voice: Frank Orrall
strings: Susan Voelz & Alison Chesley
horns: Paul Mertens
drums: Chris Miskel

02: you move me:
i saw you standing there
underneath the window of my soul
and i couldn't keep from hoping that
someday you, i could hold
you move me,
i can't keep from trying,
no one is mine in my mind like you now
i only wish i could hold you now

nobody knows and no one cares
that i can't keep from looking at you - i stare
if i had one wish it would be
to tell you that i long to hold you near me

you move me,
i can't keep from trying,
no one is mine in my mind like you now
though i don't know you in my heart
i hold you - wish i could hold you now
you move me

you don't know me, like i know you
i wanna know your name
i wanna show you about me

i'm wondering will i lose the way?
will there be no me?
will i live in misery?
with out you...
_____________________
music: Frank Orrall and Tim Gant
lyrics: Carla Prather
string arrangement: - Susan Voelz with Alison Chesley
horn arrangement: - Paul Mertens
vocals: Carla Prather, Kornell Hargrove & Charlette Wortham
piano: Tim Gant
bass: Ron Hall
rhodes and synth: Rick Gehrenbeck
acoustic guitar: Frank Orrall
strings: Susan Voelz & Alison Chesley
horns: Paul Mertens, Dave Max Craford & steve berry
congas, shaker, wood blocks & bells: Leddie Garcia
drums: Chris Miskel
hand claps: Nick Sjostrom and Frank

03: a love rains down:
one drop of rain on the tip of the tongue
it's 4 a.m. and the night is in my lungs
shirtless on the roof top
waiting for dawn to come on
the clouds are rolling in from the lake
and the rain is coming down

birds are singing in the trees
they think it's dawn
with all the lightning
feeling the wind on my skin
i realize i've been blind
a love rains down on me

i'm open
the night is in my lungs
i'm open
the light is in my lungs
a love rains down on me
i love the rain
___________________
music and lyrics - Frank Orrall
string arrangement: - Susan Voelz with Alison Chesley
vocals: Frank Orrall, Charlette Wortham, Carla Prather & Kornell
Hargrove
bass: Ron Hall
keyboards: Rick Gehrenbeck
strings: Susan Voelz & Alison Chesley
congas & shaker: Leddie Garcia
drums: Khari parker
additional synth, pidgeons & brushed snare: Frank Orrall
(Hawaiian Pidgeon samples recorded by Kit Ebersbach)

04: 10 - 28:
lets go sailing, just us two
ne dis rien il vaut mieux
we'll leave behind what troubles do
car maintenant, il faut que l'on s'enfuie
en avion seulement nous
faisons une ballade mais pas partout
si on me vois je m'en fous
je le veux comme toujours
for the mind an escapade
amène le, amène les papiers
amène le truc si ce n'est pas toi qui va rouler
take some time to escape
for the mind an escapade
tires et respires et
après on va lui passer...
____________________________
music: Frank Orrall and Paul Mertens
lyrics: Charlette Wortham, Earl Talbot, Tamarra Love
vocals: Charlette Wortham
bass: Ron Hall
rhodes: Rick Gehrenbeck
Strings: Susan Voelz
live Drums: Earl Talbot
congas, shaker, shield drum, wood blocks, cow bells and ago agos's: leddie garcia
synths, samples: Frank Orrall
sax: Paul Mertens

05: daytrippin':
is it the blue sky,
or is it the moon?
...the rainy days in june?
or the night... under the stars with you
that make me so happy?
i cannot understand it
this isn't the way i planned it.
you got me goin' wild
you know how to make me smile
and with you is where i wanna be
- so free
you're so savoir faire - so debonair
not a hurt in the world
no not a care
got a little bit a feeling
with a little bit of healing
want you there
need you there with me
so free
_______________________
music: Frank Orrall & Tim Gant
lyrics: Carla Prather
orchestral arrangement: Paul Mertens and Susan Voelz
flute & woodwinds: Paul Mertens
vocals: Carla Prather, Kornell Hargove & Charlette Wortham
vibes: Joe Sonnefeldt
strings: Susan Voelz & Alison Chesley
bass: Ron Hall
rhodes: Rick Gehrenbeck
drums, percussion & samples: frank Orrall
congas, tri-angle & shaker: Leddie Garcia

06: hangover:
the sun is blazing, the earth is glowing
underground the tempo's slowing
and i regret that i'm not over last night's hangover
i had good time telling you all about me
and learning all about you
i don't regret that i am yet
hung over
and over it seems i'm unable to get back to me

the music's caught me up with your smile
and i kept saying "self, don't go wild"
got my heart racing and my soul aching
so hung over, since - now i know ya

i can't explain it. i don't know why, but i can't contain it.
thinking of you (thinking baby)
if you're thinking of me too (about you baby)
thinking of last night
hungover in your mind
______________________
music: Frank Orrall, Tim Gant
lyrics: Carla Prather
horn arrangement: Paul Mertens
string arrangement: Paul Mertens & Susan Voelz
vocals: Carla Prather, Kornell Hargrove & Charlette Wortham
electric sitar & guitar: Fareed Haque
clavinet and synths: Rick Gehrenbeck
synth: Tim Gant
bass: Ron Hall
strings: Susan Voelz & Alison Chesley
horns: Paul Mertens, Dave Max Craford & steve berry
bongo samplege: Martin Stebbing
drums: Kahari parker
additional guitar: Nick Sjostrom

07: keep the faith:
(for cecilia mundy, in memory of greg mundy)

"the pain is too strong, it's too hard.
the hole in my heart is too big."
(phone message from cecilia on the death of her husband)
"keep the faith"
(phone message from frank orrall senior)

so, you think that you just can't make it?
life's put alot on you you think you just can't take it.
don't give up, don't you dare give in
you can make it, you can win
just keep the faith
are you seeking deep down with in?
said you even thought about ending your struggling
don't give up, don't you dare give in
keep the faith
faith is the substance of what you hope for
the evidence of things that you just can't see
but you gotta keep the faith
______________
music: Frank Orrall
lyrics: Charlette Wortham & Frank Orrall
string arrangement: Paul Mertens and Susan Voelz
vocals: Charlette Wortham, Frank Orrall, Carla Prather & kornell Hargrove
sampled voices: Cecilia Mundy & Frank Orrall sr. - via phone machine
flute & woodwinds: Paul Mertens
piano, synths & samples: Frank Orrall
congas: Leddie Garcia
rhodes: Rick Gehrenbeck
live Drums: Chris Miskel & earl talbot
strings: Susan Voelz & Alison Chesley
string bass: ron hall

08: true:
do what you know is true
you've got to enjoy this life
so many people are caught in situations
that they don't want to be in,
i know it's hard to make the changes
but you're no good to your self,
or anybody else if you're not happy
do what you know is true
_____________________
music and lyrics: Frank Orrall
additional song arrangement: Leddie Garcia & Ron Hall
string arrangement: Susan Voelz
vocals: Frank Orrall,Susan Voelz, Carla Prather & Jacqueline Wilson
piano: Tim Gant
bass: Ron Hall
rhodes: Rick Gehrenbeck
strings: Susan Voelz & Alison Chesley
flute: Paul Mertens
congas, bongos, ganza's, bells, chocalho's, tri-angle
& miscellaneous percussion: Leddie Garcia
drums: Chris Miskel

09: so real:
it's such a simple thing
you know you got me
so real it's probably what you want? with what i need...
so real you know you got me
so real - you make me feel
and i'm so inspired by you and your way
so real you make me higher - i'm so inspired

so real that i wanna let you know how
i feel for you baby, way down deep inside

so real, so real, how real can it get
every time I see you, I break out into a sweat
I feel the same way that I did when we met
and I feel your strength, but I don't take it as a threat
connection, best in my recollection
back off brother she is under my protection
question: 'who do you love' like Krusty?'
the rose you gave, I'ma keep it til' it's dusty
It's obvious what you got shine so bright
keep her little moves on the dance floor tight like
she don't give a fuck about what anybody thinks
mind is a garden, body like Brinks
not movie star real, but the real kind of real
it's the everyday, everyway natural appeal
others fell off, looks like you gon' make it
watch kung-fu and smoke a j naked
vegetarian, brings home her own bacon
you know my style baby, stirred not shaken
the reality is the feeling is abundant
and I tell it to you cause it never gets redundant
like Teddy Pendagrass: you got, you got, you got what I need
baby
you and me just the same breed,
baby
"Stu are you coming to the party?" maybe...
If you think I'd have more fun there, you're crazy
than staying home and kickin' it with my lady
so real thats it's almost physical
and to the world, we are happily invisible
so answer the cell, cause I'm on the other end
I know you just left, but I'm missing you again
this train is at an end, please gimme yo ticket
and sit back and listen to my home girl kick it
_____________________________
music: Frank Orrall & Rick Gehrenbeck
lyrics: Julio Davis, Frank Orrall & Carla Prather
vocals: Julio Davis, Carla Prather, Kornell Hargrove, Dana Divine,
Jacqueline Wilson & frank Orrall
piano: Tim Gant
clavinet: Rick Gehrenbeck
hand drums: Kahil' El'Zabar
congas & bongos: Leddie Garcia
drums & bass: Frank Orrall
electric guitar: Fareed Haque
hi hat: Earl Talbot

10: hotel seze:
(i don't know where it will lead me...)
inside my head i can't imagine complete serenity
i let the music sooth my soul as it takes over me
i can't keep quiet, i can't keep still
complete devotion of my will
it seems this melody was made for me

got me day dreaming about loves of the past
i'm feeling kind'a lonely but it must be
the music that i grasp
can't find my way - so much confusion,
i lost a day - the illusion of my misery
lost inside this melody

i don't know which way to go
i'm lost inside of this music
as i use it
sooth me, move me
i'm in paradise when i'm alone
it makes me high
i don't know where it will lead me...
______________
music - Frank Orrall
lyrics - Carla Prather
string arrangement: Susan Voelz
vocals: Carla Prather
piano: Robert Irving III
acoustic guitar: Fareed Haque
flute: Paul Mertens
drums: Kahari Parker
strings: Susan Voelz & Alison Chesley
bass: Ron Hall
congas, ganza's, ago ago's & tri-angle: Leddie Garcia
vibes & synth: Frank Orrall

11: simple song:
i'm happy to see you everytime i see you coming my way
i get so excited - and calm somehow deep down inside
i just wanna state this simply, inside this simple song
- i just wanna love you

i love it when we're out walking
your arm entwined in mine
i love how it's unfolding
i love how we're just taking our time
who knows where we're going
it's nothing we can guide
i just wanna be in this
i just wanna be inside
(your beautiful eyes)

i never said grace before dinner
ever since my father died
and when we prayed in soul kitchen last night
you know it felt so sweet inside

i wish you could've met my father
i know he would have enjoyed you
he was complex in his own way
but he was a good and simple man too

and i don't mean to make you nervous...
but you know i wish you could've meet my mother too
she swung from vivacious to blue,
but encouraged to in everything i ever wanted to do.

but this is just a simple song.

you know...
sometimes in this life
i wonder how anyone makes it through?
you know,
lay down in your final hour
without worrying about the things
that you wonder if you could undo.

but this is just a simple song.

i'm turning my back on words now
no more weighing the worth of observations.
the poet's voice dried with the search for perfection,
and i just wanna sing a simple song.

i could feel the empty egg shells
of dreams in the hollow of my skull.
blown by taunting winds across floors
of a rememberance of an enthusiasm when,
... as a young boy full of trust and belief in the aether
(and my own abilty to pull the sword from the stone),
i could envision it all!
breathe life into it and give it wings.
hold the gift of "dove" in my hands and set it free.

where do the souls of unrealized dreams go?
do they twist and turn with incompletion?
or vaporize like butterfies in fields of zen like resolution?

but no.... i'm turnin' my back on words now.
- i just wanna sing a simple song.

(all the while the wind was in the willows,
and the seven pillars was in my wisdom,
- the seven pillars was in my whim-som!)
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music and words: Frank Orrall
string arrangement: Susan Voelz
woodwind arrangement: Paul Mertens
drums, electric guitars, piano, synth & vocals: Frank Orrall
flute & woodwinds: paul mertens
strings: Susan Voelz & Alison Chesley
bass: Ron Hall
backing vocals: Kornell Hargrove & Susan Voelz

12: in seeds come fruit:
Go now.
Go north on your own.
Take your time. Look at light. There's more blue.
Give up that hurt in your fingers.
Let your soul find you.

Go now, love.
Love the cold. Listen for ice.
Wear the snow like a feeling.
And one day you won't have to go
to be, to be broken;
to be, to be whole.
Let your soul find you.

And one day you won't have to go.
You can trust me.
It already shows.
Let your soul find you.
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music: Frank Orrall
lyrics: Susan Voelz & kahil El Zabar (w/ traditional yerba)
vocals: Susan Voelz, Kahil El Zebar & Jacqueline Wilson
acoustic guitar & percussion: Frank Orrall
talking drum & percussion: Kahil' El'Zabar

"7"

PERFECT MUSIC:
Perfect music, lying by me in my bed. perfect music, talking to me in my head.
“go on boy - sing your song, with your donkey jaw and your tambourine.
it’s all right! go on, tell all the people...
just livin’ in a dream...”
(italian): posa il tuo capo sul mio seno,
chiudi gli occhi e riposati con il mio canto.
(english translation): lay your head down upon my breast,
close your eyes and rest with my song.
perfect music gonna comb my hair when I’m dead.
perfect music talkin’ to me in my head.

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Bass: Ron Hall Drums / Electric Guitar and Vocals: Frank Orrall
Electric Guitar: Ted Cho
Upright Piano: Seth Drake
Violins: Susan Mary Voelz, Inger Petersen Carle & Andra Kulans
Electric Guitar: Dag Juhlin
Italian lyric Chanteuse: Mistress Stephanie
Italian Translation: Marisa and Marco Giovanni Ferrari

STICKY:
I’m gonna stick to you baby, gonna have to pry
me loose, and all those other lovers...
I’m gonna have to cut them loose.
I’m gonna stick to you baby,
you’re gonna have to put me to use...
and all those other lovers...
you’re gonna have to cut them loose.
I’m gonna love you baby, with
the rough hands of a man
I’m gonna kiss you baby, as deeply as I can.
don’t you see baby? you’re like the flint rock that
knocks the flame on me?
all you gotta do is love me.
don’t you see it could be so easy?
I don’t need much... I need everything!

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Bass: Ron Hall
Drums:Dan Leali
Electric Guitar and Plucked Piano: Dag Juhlin
Clavinet, Synth & Wurlitzer: Rick Gehrenbeck
2nd Chair Clavinet and Synth: Dave Max Crawford
Vocals and Percussion: Frank Orrall
Violin: Susan Mary Voelz
Backing Vocals: Charlette Wortham, Kornell Hargrove & Susan Mary Voelz

LEMON DROP MAN: (for Matthew)
if I could cook all the love in a teaspoon, and stick the needle in your heart... I wouldn’t have to lose you. if I could cook all this love in a teaspoon, and stick the needle in your heart...
I wouldn’t have to lose you. man man lemon drop man lemon drop man!
if I could kill the fucking dealer that sold you that dirty brown bullshit...
I wouldn’t have to lose you. if I could take all of this love and stick it in your living heart...
I wouldn’t have to lose you.
“walk a little bit softly now... house panther with your tennis shoes on...
coming down softly now...”
coming down milwaukee (ave.) in daylight, with your skokie little saunter on... sun pass right
through you! tumblin’ with your lover the moonlight... you cut it just a little too tight...
I don’t wanna lose you!
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Bass: Ron Hall
Drums, Electric Guitar, Jaw Harp and Vocals: Frank Orrall
Electric Guitar: Dag Juhlin
Electric Guitar: Ted Cho
Hand Claps: Capt’n John Manion, Seth Drake, Ted Cho & Dave Max Crawford
Trumpet: Dave Max Crawford
Baritone Saxophone: Nate LePine
Trombone: Nick Broste
Tenor Saxophone: Josh Bell
Wurlitzer: Rick Gehrenbeck
Backing Vocals: Charlette Wortham, Kornell Hargrove, Susan Mary Voelz & Dag Juhlin

BUTTERFLIES:
butterflies floating around my eyes. hip bone’s belly bowl, giddy intestines inside.
I’m singing like a humming bird, with your honey in me sweetly.
a softness in my ribcage, with you naked lying next to me.
fall’s coming down upon us, memories rustling leaves... of all the years we’ve know each-other, and all the things we’ve seen. the trees will soon be turning, as I’m turning in to meet you. you’re lovely to me truly, come down upon me please. come on, come on, come on...
I’m a man with a history and some of it’s not pretty,
ask me any question I’m trying to live truthfully. I’m standing in your door way with my cellophane skin, will you receive me after all the things i’ve been?
the heart’s temptation opens like an ocean, and spreads like an after shock of a soft explosion. I’m standing at your gateway with my cellophane skin, will you receive me after all the things I’ve been?

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Bass: Ron Hall
Drums, Acoustic Guitar, Vibes and Vocals: Frank Orrall
Electric Guitar: Dag Juhlin
Organ: Dave Max Crawford
Violins: Susan Mary Voelz & Inger Petersen Carle
Viola: Andra Kulans
Synth: Rick Gehrenbeck
Backing Vocals: Charlette Wortham, Kornell Hargrove, Susan Mary Voelz & Abra Moore

FROM THIS MOMENT ON:
if I pull you down... my arm around your neck,
if you push your chest... up against my back,
with your breath in my ear... and a palm upon my breast - are you sure? if you open your mouth... and kiss me with your tongue,
if you open your shirt... open to a girl.
if you pull my dress... up over my head, are we sure?
from this moment on... everything will change...
your life has been a poem... written with a broken wrist,
I’ve watched you fall in love... and I’ve seen you fall apart,
if I straddle your hips... and push your hands against the wall, I will know you now.
Your life is yours again!

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Bass: Ron Hall
Drums: Dan Leali
Electric Guitar & 12 String Acoustic Guitar: Dag Juhlin
Acoustic Guitar and vocals: Frank Orrall
Violin, Vocals, Electric Guitar, Casio SK-5 keyboard: Susan Mary Voelz
Trumpet and Organ: Dave Max Crawford
Baritone Saxophone: Nate LePine
Trombone: Nick Broste
Tenor Saxophone: Josh Bell
Fender Rhodes & Wurlitzer: Rick Gehrenbeck
Backing Vocals: Charlette Wortham, Kornell Hargrove & Susan Mary Voelz

PALM LEAF EFFIGY: (F. Orrall)

ever flowing as an easter morning, burning like a palm leaf effigy,
I had to kill the old old me. free to be who I need to be.
seems I'm always breaking it down, hurting all the ones I love,
but how do I ever break free to become the things I need to be?
I don't care about right or wrong anymore, I just wanna feel free to be.
people say "you're such a nice guy" - but only cause I'm trying to be.
deep down and way inside I'm a bastard, and I can lie and cheat,
but I'm a coward when it comes to hurting someone else and disappointing.
driving iron through the palms of my hands again,
I hung my girlfriend out to dry. I broke free in the meanest of ways,
I fucked somebody else in a hungry haze.
I drove a stake through the heart of the moment when she first trusted me,
I was feeling caught in relation...
...but now I feel strangely free...

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Drums, Up-right bass, Wurlitzer, Guzheng, Acoustic and Electric Guitars and Vocals: Frank Orrall
Violin: Susan Mary Voelz, Inger Petersen Carle & Andra Kular
Trombone: Nick Broste

RUSTED WEATHER:
you are so beautiful like rusted weather, come on baby... rain on me. I love your thunder, I love your stormy weather,
I love your sunshine, I love it all together...
this world is complicated, I need you baby, rain on me, come on baby... shine on me. tell me baby, what ever your heart desires,
it would please me baby to set your soul on fire...
like two birds flying in strong winds and rain... let it rain...

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Bass: Ron Hall
Drums, Percussion, Glockenspiel and Vocals: Frank Orrall
Electric Guitar: Dag Juhlin
Piano: Seth Drake
Fender Rhodes: Rick Gehrenbeck
Violins: Susan Mary Voelz & Inger Petersen Carle
Viola: Andra Kulans
Trumpet: Dave Max Crawford
Baritone Saxophone: Nate LePine
Trombone: Nick Broste
Tenor Saxophone: Josh Bell
Backing Vocals: Charlette Wortham, Kornell Hargrove & Susan Mary Voelz
Congas: Jean-Christophe Leroy

BABY TOGETHER:
maybe we could make a baby together, rhythm movin’ smoothly getting wetter and wetter, I feel an ocean moving in your arms, maybe we could make a baby together. sun soaked fingers open my eyes, heaven in an instant you made me cry. intuition in me kiss after kiss, ain’t nothin’ happening more than this. maybe we could make a baby together, rhythm movin’ smoothly getting wetter and wetter, I feel an ocean moving in your arms, maybe we could make a baby together. I feel good... just like a natural man, my eyes are the softest they’ve ever been. WE WEAVING MOONLIGHT IN A LOOM OF LIMBS, resting ourselves -then we begin again. “my clock keeps ticking you can come inside”, I feel an ocean moving in your eyes, feet on the ground with my head in your sky, girl... maybe we could make a... sun supple soft, sandalwood skin, milk flowing under -deep within. I’m like a river that loves to run, wild and rushing along your river bank skin. maybe we could make a baby together, I’m bound to you girl but I don’t feel tethered.
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Bass: Ron Hall
Drums: Dan Leali
Trumpet, Stylophone, Tubular Bells: Dave Max Crawford
Baritone Saxophone: Nate LePine
Trombone: Nick Broste
Tenor Saxophone: Josh Bell
Acoustic Guitar and Vocals: Frank Orrall
Electric Guitar: Dag Juhlin
Violin: Susan Mary Voelz
Fender Rhodes & Wurlitzer: Rick Gehrenbeck
Backing Vocals: Charlette Wortham, Kornell Hargrove, Dag Juhlin & Susan Mary Voelz
Congas: Jean-Christophe Leroy

HEAVEN ONLY KNOWS:
heaven only knows now how much I love you, heaven only knows now if you care.
I’ve been trying to tell you everything... heaven only knows now if I dare...
heaven only knows now how much you need me, heaven only knows how much I bare.
I’ve been trying to tell you everything... heaven only knows now if I dare...

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Bass: Ron Hall
Drums: Dan Leali
Acoustic Guitar, Ukulele, Cuatro, Electronic Treatments and Vocals: Frank Orrall
Electric Guitar: Dag Juhlin
Organ: Dave Max Crawford
Violin and Casio keyboard: Susan Voelz
Backing Vocals: Abra Moore, Charlette Wortham, Kornell Hargrove & Dag Juhlin

IN COMES THE NIGHT:
in comes the night, she’s streaming through your window, searching with her light for the
head upon your pillow. she is only waiting for you to let her into your mellow head.
...less black than white, more milky grey and fibrous; the mind must be a demon thing to
make you search the past. the skull is an old thing, dug up in the dirt in the night.
and it’s moonlight who knows you when you’re lonely.
yeah, it’s moonlight who knows just where to find me.
up drunk smooth and tight, in your noble degradation. dreaming through a window, sifting
through aberrations. romancing the drunken poet who sparks your imagination in the night.

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Drums: Dan Leali
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Charango, Bandoneon, Electronic Treatments and Vocals: Frank Orrall
Electric Guitar and Mandolin: Ted Cho
Violin: Susan Voelz
Tasty Bass Lick: Ron Hall

OUTTA YER HEAD:
come on down out of your head now, and into your heart
standin’ on a corner with your boots on, waitin’ on your gamelan song,
every-time you try so hard it always comes out wrong,
slick black angel on the street, still wet behind the ears, tryin’ to cut your teeth,
but heaven only holds the ones who let it be...
an old slant 6 out on the freeway, heading way out west,
trying to lose our way,
every time I lose myself, I always wound up found...

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Bass: Ron Hall
Drums, Acoustic Guitar, Charango, Glockenspiel, Tambourine and Vocals: Frank Orrall
Electric Guitar: Ted Cho
Hammond Organ: Rick Gehrenbeck
Backing vocals: Abra Moore, Susan Voelz,Charlette Wortham & Kornell Hargrove

CANDY:

I’m in the mood for something good,
I’m not bad man... you misunderstood,
lay your coat down in the grass... open your arms baby...
yes, yes... yes! you’re acting coy like maybe you would,
you say you haven’t but you you think you could? Yes!
I think you can, man... I think that you should!
gonna turn you upside down...
I’m gonna eat you from the inside out!
I’m in the mood for something good,
I’m in the mood for candy!
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Bass: Ron Hall
Trumpet and Organ: Dave Max Crawford
Baritone Saxophone: Nate LePine
Trombone: Nick Broste
Tenor Saxophone: Josh Bell
Drums, Acoustic and Electric Guitars and Vocals: Frank Orrall
Electric Guitar: Dag Juhlin
Backing Vocals: Abra Moore, Susan Mary Voelz, Dag Juhlin, Charlette Wortham, Kornell Hargrove

SUPER TARANA (little golden deer):
thinking is the culprit... “fuck the mind!” cut off all your heads and lose the brain inside. you say you don’t know what to do with your life?!? well you’re living it right now so let your soul decide! love all over you........awww I’m gonna come all over you, “let’s go!” super tarana “little golden deer!” love’s the only thing that can crush the fear, of all the lives you’ve lived in so many years... man are you so strong... that you can hold all those tears?! spread your love all over me......awww!!! come all over me!
the mind is the culprit but the soul is clear, listen to your body, use your heart to hear, fuck all those regrets and that guilty feeling, ‘cause THE DEAD HAVE ONLY LOVE LEFT TO GIVE THE LIVING!

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Bass and Super Tarana: Martin Stebbing
Drums: Dan Leali
Electric Mandola and Electric Guitar: Ted Cho
Hand Claps and Gentlemen’s Chorus: Capt’n John Manion, Seth Drake, Ted Cho and Dave Max Crawford
Vocals, additional Super Tarana & Octave Guitar: Frank Orrall
Electric 6 and 12 String Guitar: Dag Juhlin
Violins: Susan Mary Voelz, Inger Petersen Carle & Andra Kulans

SPACE DUST:
and you know... we’re on our own, in our own reality. and you know, that when it snows, it falls because of gravity... ain’t no little spaceman gonna come and save you.
and you know... that when a tree falls, it dissolves back into the dirt, so when you walk let it flow on this long and winding road... you’re just traveling through space and time.
we’re just space dust, moon beams, electricity and soul, we are hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen and bone. we’re just space dust from the big bang, splattered across the universe.

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Bass: Ron Hall
Drums, Acoustic Guitar and Vocals: Frank Orrall
Electric Guitar, Lap Steel, Roland Space Echo: Ted Cho
Fender Rhodes, Mellotron: Dave Max Crawford
Electric Guitar: Dag Juhlin
Violins: Susan Mary Voelz & Inger Petersen Carle
Violin and Viola: Andra Kulans
Omnichord: Martin Stebbing
Chanteuse: Abra Moore
Backing Vocals: Charlette Wortham, Kornell Hargrove