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1. Crack in the Wall

2. Fool’s Complaint

3. I Never Wear White

4. Portrait of the Knight of Wands

5.Don’t Uncork What You Can’t Contain

6. Jacob and the Angel

7. Silver Bridge

8. Song of the Stoic

9. Laying of Hands/ Stoic 2

10. Horizon (There Is a Road)


Crack In the Wall

A crack appeared inside a wall,

A door sprang up around it.

Each of these so finely drawn

I could not believe I found it.

 

A wildish wind blew it open wide,

My childish mind followed on outside,

And so I found myself among

My hearts delight surrounded.

 

A world of wonder lay without,

It was all of nature’s calling.

With field and forest, clouds and sun

Cascades of salt water falling.

 

Heights and valleys, dark ravines

Ivy thick and wild, deep and thorny scenes,

And yet each thing did love its place

In the lap of all of nature’s sprawling.

 

And so and so it goes.

 

I asked the one whose land this was

If I might have a token

To take with me back to the other side

To have and to keep unspoken.

 

I asked three times and was thrice denied.

I asked again without my pride

And found I’d lost that world I’d lived

Returned as one now broken,

 

To a crumb, a rag, a withered leaf

In the chilly winds of cold relief

I knew myself as I had been,

As from a dream awoken.

 

And so and so it goes.

 

But then… a crack appeared inside a wall

And a door sprang up around it.

 

Fool’s Complaint 

How I hate the Queen of Pentacles!

Sitting on her golden throne

In her domestic tyranny

All roads lead back to her alone.

 

The whole wide world is a great big drain

And the vortex is her heart.

Her needs and wants and

Wishes and whims

All take precedence on this chart.

 

But what do I know?

My card’s the fool, the fool, the fool

That merry rootless man,

With air beneath my footstep

And providence as my plan.

Providence as my plan.

 

Oh it’s such expensive innocence!

Never knowing any cost.

She throws around her finery

For us to fetch when it gets lost.

 

But what do I know?

My card’s the Fool! The fool, the fool.

That merry rootless man.

With air beneath my footstep

And providence as my plan.

Providence as my plan.

 

I Never Wear White

I never wear white

White is for virgins

Children in summer

Brides in the park.

 

My color is black black black

Black is for secrets

Outlaws and dancers

For the poet of the dark.

 

Black is the truth

Of my situation.

And for those of my station

In life. All other colors

Lie.

 

I never wear white

White is too blinding

Always reminding

Of the innocent who fall

 

My color is black black black

For the crone, and the bastard

The schoolgirl in uniform

The servant in the hall.

 

Black is the truth

Of my situation,

And for those of my station

In life. All other colors

Lie.

 

My color is black black black

Like the gangster and widow

It’s the shade and the shadow

It’s the depth into your eye

 

My color is black black black black black

 

Portrait of the Knight of Wands 

he stood upon the last

bastions of the place

looked out on the ruins

with thunder in his face

 

an introverted spectacle

in the flowers on the rocks

the daisies on the ramparts

blowing free

 

 

his heart was divided

clouds gathered in the sky

the belfry made of wood and steel

was silenced in it’s cry

 

something must have happened

what, he wouldn’t say

but shown within

the wider lens of history

chorus:

his mission the transmission

of technology

 

one cannon trained upon the church

this one caught his eye

“to keep the bishop in his place”

he muttered with a sigh

 

his mood was melancholy

his attitude severe

his inner burden

weighed upon him mightily

a bird as never seen in books

flew in overhead

a kind of dove it might have been

but not a sound was said

 

all the ancient knowledge lay

in pieces on the ground

the cause of all his suffering

was not for love of me.

 

chorus:

his mission the transmission

of technology

Don’t Uncork What You Can’t Contain

A man finds a bottle on the bottom shelf

Forgotten and covered in dust

The label is already half worn off

Still, open it up he must.

 

As the corkscrew into the cork it goes

He hears the weird refrain,

“Do you what you like, but never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain

Do what you like but never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain.”

 

Pandora had a pretty little box,

Wisely she kept it hid

Until one day she couldn’t resist

Playing around with the lid

As the demons flew and the shadows grew

This song went around her brain:

 

“You can do what you like but never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain,

You can do what you like but never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain.”

 

As the demons flew and the shadows grew

This song went around her brain:

“You can do what you like but never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain.”

 

Macklemore went to the thrift shop

Looking to pop some tags

Found an ancient oil lamp

Hidden among the rags

So he picked it up and he rubbed it down

Thought he’d gone insane

 

Cause a genie flew out, singing “Never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain”

Genie flew out, singing “Never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain”

 

He picked it up and he rubbed it down

Thought he’d gone insane

Cause the genie flew out singing “Never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain.”

But sometimes though you have to

Let out what you’re keeping inside

If you keep it all in, your head will spin

And your mouth is all tongue tied

 

You’ve got to find the way to say what you say

And get it down on the page

Or the stage

It’s the cage for that tiger rage that you can’t contain

 

Yes the page and the stage is the cage for that tiger rage

That you can’t contain, for real

The page and the stage is the cage

For that tiger rage, what it is that you feel

So, do what you like but you better uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain

Do what you like but you better uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain

 

Cause the page and the stage is the cage

For that tiger rage that’ll cause you pain

Do what you like but you better uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain

Jacob and the Angel 

The angel came to Jacob

The room began to glow

Jacob asked the angel

Are you friend or are you foe?

 

The angel never answered

But smote him on the thigh

They wrestled through the darkness

Till morning filled the sky

 

This thing between us, has wings, it has teeth

It has got horns and feathers, and sinews beneath

Angel or demon, to the truth I am bound, and so

This thing between us must be wrestled down

 

Jacob held on to the angel,

Who turned to fly, and to flee

He said I must have your blessing

Before I let you leave me

 

The angel never answered

But smote him on the thigh

They wrestled through the darkness

Till morning filled the sky

 

And in the light

He knew another name

As he struggled and surrendered

To the next part of the game

 

This thing between us, has wings, it has teeth

It has got horns and feathers, and sinews beneath

Angel or demon, to the truth I am bound, and so

This thing between us must be wrestled down

 

This thing between us, has wings, it has teeth

It has got horns and feathers, and sinews beneath

Angel or demon to the truth I am bound and so

This thing between us must be wrestled down.

Silver Bridge

My heart is full today

For the recently departed

Of sorrow and of sympathy

Into that land uncharted

 

The old man turned away from me

The stairway he ascended

I heard his struggle through the night

with Saturn’s hand extended

 

All those nights when you can’t sleep

Your heart and mind is racing

Are you standing on that bridge

Which way are you facing?

 

I stared upon his body as

My soul was filled with wonder

I stayed there frozen in one place

I could not be pulled asunder

 

All those nights when you can’t sleep

Your heart and mind is racing

Are you standing on that bridge

Which way are you facing?

 

I’d sent him upstairs with a kiss

Now he lay in light of silver

It seemed to me I saw that bridge

That he had taken over

 

Should I make the move to him?

He wasn’t mine for claiming

I witnessed all there was to see

And withdrew without the naming

 

When I knew that he had been

So much more than sleeping

I stayed with him the afternoon

In a kind of vigil keeping

 

All those nights when you can’t sleep

Your heart and mind is racing

Are you standing on that bridge

Which way are you facing?

 

My heart is full today

For the recently departed

Of sorrow and of sympathy

Into that land uncharted.

Song of the Stoic

I am a man

I’ve been working all my days

This is my accounting

Of my means and of my ways

 

More years are behind me now

Than years that are ahead

Looking back I feel

This is my story to be said.

 

I faced my father down

Inside the hallway of our home

18 years of pain

Upon my body to the bone

 

Demons lived inside of him

They forced him to the act

The layers of the bruises

To my body was the fact.

 

Ooooh

 

I grew and went into the world

I learned to know it’s code

Of spoken and unspoken

And I learned to love the road

 

I shoulder every burden like

A mule with a heavy pack

Every coin I earn is another

Knot within my back.

 

Ooooh

 

Ecstasy and pleasure come

At much too great a cost

I keep myself upon the earth

But measure what I’ve lost

 

Winged things they brush against me

Never mine to hold

I keep my eyes upon the ground

And carry on as old.

 

I met a woman

She had the gifted touch

Her hands were wise with healing

And with wonder and all such

 

As the fates would have it

Each to others we are wed

We confine ourselves to friendship

And we stay out of the bed.

 

Oooh

 

Now I turn around to face

The specter of my age

My soul it fights my body

Like a bird will fight its cage.

 

I see that last horizon

I hope it brings me peace

I look forward to the day

At last my body knows release.

 

Ooooh

Ooooh

Laying on of hands/Stoic 2

Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands

What I often wonder is how she kept from hearing love’s demands

If in her loneliness she ever dreamed of following earthly commands, oh yeah.

Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands.

 

Touch is a language. What it you have to say to me?

Come and talk about it. Tell me where you’re locked and where you’re free.

Brutality or tenderness, our bodies are exchanged in all eternity, oh yeah.

Touch is a language. What is it you have to say to me?

In this wilderness do we hurt or heal within our daily plans, oh yeah.

Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands.

Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands

Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands.

 

Epictetus probably slept with hands above the covers

Lost no sleep in counting sheep or numbers of ex-lovers.

The thing about a stoic is he’s always understated

I don’t know about happiness but virtue’s overrated.

 

La la la la

La la la la

La la la la la la

Horizon (There is a road)

There is a road

Beyond this one

It’s called the path

We don’t yet take

 

I can feel how it longs

To be entered upon

It calls to me with a cry

And an ache

 

As we go along this one

And we live the way we do

Love pulls us on to that

Distant horizon so true.

 

I knew a man

He lived in jail

And his tale

Is often told

 

He dreamed of that line that he

Called the divine

And when he was free

He led his country

 

Yes he taught the way of love

And he lived in that way too

Love pulled him on to that

Distant horizon so true.

 

There is a road beyond this one

Called the path we don’t yet take

I can feel how it longs to be entered upon

It calls to me with a cry and an ache

 

As we go along this one

And we live the way we do

Love pulls us on to that distant horizon

Love pulled him on to that perfect horizon

Love pulls us on to that distant horizon

So true.