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Night Light
06:36
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Along an ancient coastline, into a sheltered bay
My mother swam ashore to a gathering underway
It was a grand reunion, an annual soiree
Without the Tupperware or all-you-can-eat buffet
And as she left the water, to an expanse of sand
She saw a thousand sisters spread out along the strand
They had a larger mission, to advance our kind
To fulfil a promise antiquity designed
How do they expect me to survive?, it seems that I’ve been buried alive
A cool and dark high water mark, where I sleep both safe and dry
And for a hundred million years, our mothers filled the sea with their tears
The tide now high, they say goodbye, leaving us behind
Then came a day, no longer could I stay, an urge, a flight, to make it to the light
I ran, I fled as gulls flew overhead, we fly, we flee, at last we feel the sea
I know the pressured darkness, I’ve seen the fiery ring
I’ve faced my share of hardships like every living thing
I’ve seen the sunken cities, I’ve seen the ships of men
And swum the routes of my ancestors again and again
By way of constellations, in fluid gravity
The machinations in the sea of tranquility
I read the merging currents, the pull of magnetite
And given names to each and every point of light
From apogee to perigee, the moon over the Isle of Capri
The coral cay where Hemingway, wrote about the will to live
A majestic and dramatic scene, a planet bathed in aquamarine
A tiny land where Paul Gauguin, learned how to forgive
Then with the dawn, the coast where I was born, my course as planned, the clean secluded strand
My hope, my fear, the force that guides me here, we reunite, we’ll make it to the light
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T’was always inconceivable, we’d ever conquer flight
We used to think the Earth was flat, the Sun our satellite
Our greatest minds alone withdrew, afraid to speak of what they knew
Experiment and evidence, the triumph of intelligence
Confronting fear and ignorance, the arrogant and rude
To those who persevered we owe, a debt of gratitude
To struggle through a sea of hate, and finally authenticate
Resolve contention, end dispute, perhaps the noblest pursuit
So much we take for granted now, some truth has been revealed
Unquestioning obedience, has largely been repealed
When crossed-purposes collide, Ockham’s razor as a guide
When the provocation stings, the wisdom of simple things
When the angry call to coup, suppresses every other view
Seek the calm that reason brings, the wisdom of simple things
This age of post enlightenment, is easily displaced
Repression, guilt and slavery is, for some, more to their taste
A demagogue can win the day, and lead the maddened mob astray
Beware of those who shun debate, unwilling to negotiate
Hope is swift and flies with swallow’s wings
The wisdom of simple things
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Room for Another
05:59
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The faithful form a line, in sotto voce wait their turn
To trade their darkest secrets for the pardon they might earn
Their sins are all the same, their torment and their shame
Contrition and regret, bewildered and beset
Any two explanations are like black and white
You’d have to figure they can’t all be right
Too many stories to debunk and compare
But always room for another in the market square
They’re big on certainty but light on facts
They’re more insidious than income tax
More than a few have felt their coup de grace
But always room for another in the marketplace
No-one left to pray to Zeus and fewer to Apollo
As old gods shuffle off to die, the young gods will follow
Once revered, now forgotten, fickle as the moon
Once were feared, now forsaken, capricious and jejune
Let’s assume the world has room for one more messiah
Droves of willing faithful left to throw on the fire
Still so young, this age of reason, let the pyres burn
Greed and pride, war and famine, will we ever learn?
You may have sensed a shifting paradigm
To deconstruct and then to redefine
The failed attempt to keep us all apart
Because there’s room for another in the human heart
No-one left to lead astray, we’re children of reason
Faithful to evidence and loyal to season
Aquarians, innovation, powered by the sun
Healing hope, inspiration, now our time has come
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Circles
03:43
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A stone tossed in a pond makes circles
Like a baby’s cry arouses every ear
The force that binds us in our orbit to the sun
And the cycles of the seasons every year
In this way, bodies of water are attracted to the moon
They have no choice but to obey
By decree, oceans are lifted up to float across the sky
To finally flow back to the sea
We pass through life conflicted
We can sense that we’ve been absent for too long
Pursuing passions that fulfill our base desires
Unaware that much of what we do is wrong
The glade and the garden, a prayer and a pardon
Time and tide in circles, trilobites and turtles
We’re all here together
Lost in a wonderland and a world unknown
Took off my skin and I found my way back home
A song felt in heart makes circles
It can bring you to your knees and make you cry
But love can lift you up and half your burden bear
And offer comfort when you wonder why
We stand outside the circles
Move back into the circles
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Out of Place
06:26
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A cult of secret handshakes, of rituals and signs
A world carved into futures and artificial lines
Acquisitive and jealous, impossible to please
Could almost see the forest, if it wasn’t for the trees
Power lunching hear the numbers crunching over cellared wine
Walnut moulding over deals unfolding, as they countersign
Millions made but lost in space, feels like something’s out of place
Buy more blue-chip just in case, feels like something’s out of place
Corpses in collusion, the bones of broken dreams
A capital illusion where nothing's as it seems
Spring gives way to summer as day replaces night
The gallery of Autumn, replaced by winter's white
Laws debated but they're unrelated to the world outside
Members bicker and the air grows thicker 'til they're all tongue-tied
No dissent and no disgrace, feels like something’s out of place
Desecrate and leave no trace, feels like something's out of place
For beauty there's a spreadsheet, for majesty a chart
The walls hung with projections and economic art
Our future’s not in numbers, but water, Earth and light
The crack of monsoon thunder, the desert still at night
No more daisies for the iPhone babies, the connection’s lost
All gestating like the flowers waiting in the permafrost
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Unseen and underground, a metaphor to parse and ponder
Water is river-bound, by convoluted maze
Each life, a multitude, a confluence of tributaries
Each twist and turn pursued, in unintended ways
Slowed through the everglades, erosion leads to deposition
So too, as interest fades, in other ways we grow
Flow, akin to narrative each river, a story, an ancient story
Bend, to find a route around the trials and tribulations, the limitations
Endure, and through your effort carve a passage to the ocean, resolve in motion
Pulled by a larger force, each drop of rain becomes a river
Each stream and watercourse, the people that we know
Doubt not your power to change, unto yourself, yourself deliver
Avoid not the hard or strange, or providence forego
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Interior Man
04:06
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Adrift in a carnival of charity, pretense, cult and crime
Andy said we’re a mess of senses working overtime
Risen from the slime, because of an enzyme
Nature her custom holds, let shame say what it will
No name for my new neurosis, a double shot and sleeping pill
Like a dentist’s drill, a painful purpose to fulfil
You must admit it’s quite ironic, we only have the human mind
To comprehend our own cognition, no telling what you’ll find
Someone always looking at me, measuring what I do and say
A gold star but no cigar for fathoming why I feel this way
Behavioral modifiers, keep me passive after dark
No knowing what triggers me, an impulse or a casual remark
Quantum leap to quark, from humble sage to oligarch
You must admit we have a quandary, a brain in every shade of grey
A spider in your curds and whey
The boss is firing questions at your big job interview
You’re thinking ‘what’s he thinking’, clearly what he’s thinking too?
There’s not much daylight between genius and sociopath
Breast-fed or formula, ergo the criminal or polymath
Clemency or wrath
An apple falls and it’s a breakthrough to a new frontier
E = mc2, we finally leave the atmosphere
I’d bet on mould before I ever back bacteria
We walk a razor between rational and mass hysteria
As eutheria, our deepest mode interior
You must admit it’s most perplexing, we are the sum of choice and chance
Two helices of happenstance
There’s some folks think they’re in the fast lane to Utopia
Addicted, self-inflicted, textbook tragic hyperopia, thanatophobia
Place all their chips on phantoms and faith, when this one life is as good as it gets
Step outside, it’s beautiful, here and now
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The Fortunate Ones
03:40
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The speed of life increasing, not a moment left to spare
We hurry past each other on our way to who knows where
With little time for little things, my purpose ill-defined
I buy into the fiction that I’d best not fall behind
The child reaching out her hand, inviting me to play
Instead I let the troubles of the world get in the way
Convince myself that happiness is just around the bend
Walking down a desert road that never seems to end
Misconstrued and misunderstood, each day over and it’s gone for good
But a simple act of kindness has more concentrated power than a thousand rising suns
We are the fortunate ones
It’s comforting to think that there’s a ‘somewhere’ when we die
For some it’s hot and dangerous, for others it’s the sky
Every day’s rehearsal for the day that we arrive, but I’m
Much less sure at eighty than I was at twenty five
The bus is leaving but you’d rather stay, more inclined to have a bet each way
We tend to overcomplicate the elegantly simple and then lament for how life might have been
Broken promises you couldn’t keep, you’d turn and run but you’re in too deep
The human condition, the trick of some magician who trades in riddles and mysteries
All smoke and mirrors, palindromes and puns
We are the fortunate ones
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First Here
03:51
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Life began on a scale beyond our vision, long before our arrival
Vast herds live and die in drops of water, struggling for survival
This world, so macabre yet fascinating, plays out on a pinhead
Covert, yet results devastating, sans violence or bloodshed
Consider the tiny world within a world
So too, the Earth within the universe
Supreme but seldom seen and never heard
Like gods, but simply in reverse
Masters of a world forever strange
Perfect, seemingly immune to change
Doubtless they’re all that will remain
If man’s decadence we fail to restrain
If man’s decadence we fail to restrain
They are all that will remain
Supreme but seldom seen and never heard
Like Gods, but simply in reverse
Life starts, particles dissloved in water, yet harder than diamonds
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10. |
Hymn to the Ordinary
07:26
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It was easier to withdraw, safer to pull away
Easier to conceal or reach for an old cliché
Confident in my shell, watching the world outside
Quick to accuse and shame, empty but fortified
What a fool, self-possessed and cruel
Inevitably we change, none of us stay the same
My enemies all dissolved, nobody left to blame
A dreamer without a clue, ambition without a name
Looking for something real, then into my world you came
Epiphany, gave your love to me
I didn’t know what to be, but figured out what to do
It’s built on a simple plan of being here now for you
Came down from my castle wall, I feel like an escapee
You challenge me to improve, you bring out the best in me
Sometimes I lose sight of the beauty that surrounds me
Of the gift to hear your laughter, of our precious time together
Sometimes in the dark when my demons gather round me
I speak your name and I see your face
Then you swoop down and rescue me, again and again and again
You fly down and rescue me, when shadows engulf my hope, you bring out my best
All I know, neither deep nor complicated, rare ambrosia never tasted
Now I see, with my vision calibrated, know my time here isn’t wasted
I wonder who you’ll become, the person you’ll grow into
And I wonder who I might be, if I’d never made space for you
A bottle might dull the edge of your ‘darker than average day’
But for an instant recovery, I just need to look your way
Sometimes I lose sight of the beauty that surrounds me
Of the gift to hear your laughter, of our precious time together
Sometimes in the dark when my demons gather round me
I speak your name and I see your face, I see your face
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Downstream
03:08
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It's said that every particle of everything we know
Was formed in an explosion fourteen billion years ago
Watertight?...an interim explanation to be proven right
Who's to say?...when those claiming they saw it aren't alive today
There are some believe all we perceive is just a waking dream
That we're supercilious sailors in a yellow submarine
They say that every human heart is usually broken twice
So 'third time lucky' hardly sounds like good advice
Could be true, a broken thing repaired is never good as new
It's a widely held opinion, water boiled becomes steam
So climb aboard with Huck and Jim and drift downstream
Climb aboard with Huck and Jim and drift downstream
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Ramlee Oak - Lyrics, Vocals, Bass, Drums
Chris Matthews - Guitars, Mixing, Music, Production
Peter Rand - Guitars, Keyboards, Music
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