1. |
The Garden
03:56
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Crash right through your stained glass mirror eyes
into...
the cathedral of your soul
Some half crazed kama-karmic stuntman
all I can do
is hit the ground and roll
There was a moment back there
I was hurtling through the air
and I swear that we both knew
you
would never belong to me, no no I
would never belong to you
but if you want to loan me for a while
turns out my rates are pretty cheap
you don't even have to speak
you could enslave me for a week
with one casually thrown away smile...
Torn out of the garden and thrown onto the road
where every gift I have been given fills my suitcase like a stone
well I'm standing at your doorway in a borrowed set of clothes
and if there's one thing that I've learned
every time I have been burned
it's that you've gotta be reborn
on the sharpness of the thorn
if you wanna know
the essence
of a rose
A hommage to thee gentle creature
from this barnacle and jewel encrusted rock
I've crawled across a valley just to meet you
and I'm still not sure it's right for me to knock
so help me...
Wrenched off the highway and tossed into the sky
ain't ever gonna know how, or why
or what is right
but I'm dreaming through the day
and wandering through the night
and if there's one thing that I've learned
every time I have been burned
it's that you've gotta be reborn
on the sharpness of the thorn
if you wanna know
the sweetness...
of a rose
Now I'm torn out of the garden
and thrown onto the road
and I'm standing at your doorway
in a borrowed set of clothes
my suitcase
is filled with stones
and I've come here
because
I wanna know...
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2. |
Naked Ape
04:00
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Here I am sitting at the top of a tree
thinking about my ancestry;
a monkey gets the urge to jump to the ground
stand on two legs and walk around
it's only a geological eye-blink later
there are tree's in the monkey's lap in the shape of newspapers
informing them that they have fenced themselves in
a chaotic cage that is violent and grim
They stare into the future and think about survival
Is this a point of departure, or a moment of arrival?
Oh naked ape
what is gonna be your escape?
mmm-how-how
from this zoo
that you have built yourself?
Now that you've laid these bars
all around
let's hope you can look after yourself
you're the only zoo keeper
to be found
Baboons babbling at a billion miles an hour
quarrelling with the spider monkey, scrambling for power
The chimpanzee's gain is the orangutang's loss
and the naked ape is sure that it is the boss
You great ape, you'd better stop and do some thinking
you're standing on a raft and it's rapidly sinking
Oh naked ape
what is gonna be your escape?
mmm-how-how
from this ship
of foolishness? Your grip
apon the cages bars shaking will not
set you free
until you reconcile your present
with your primitive ancestry.
Oh naked ape
what is gonna be your escape?
mmm-how-how
from this zoo
that you have built yourself?
Now that you've laid these bars
all around
let's hope you can look after yourself
you're the only zoo keeper
to be found
let's hope you can look after yourself
you're the only zoo keeper
to be found
let's hope you can look after yourself
(oh, naked ape)
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3. |
Seascape
05:53
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I went to the sea
on a crisp winters day
with my lady, souls as one
as we went on our way
We exchanged vows of love
as we walked to the beach
How strong were their bonds,
how far was their reach
We found a place to lie , I lay for hours
with my head in her lap
softly talked in the way
that I guess all lover's must chat -
not disturbing the moment
and left it at that
Then she said, with her eyes turned down
and her smile falling flat
"I must leave you now, my love.
Got to go, sad to say"
and she gave me one last kiss
turned and went on her way
So alone I walked
across the tear wet, white sand
In solitude for hours
till I stumbled across an old man
Shaping in the sand, the saddest picture I ever had seen
His weary old hand carving
a crazy old dream.
The light it was fading
pink clouds marked the end of the day.
The old man hadn't seen me,
so went on my way
Old man, by the sea
shaping crazy dreams in the sand
When he knows that the tide will steal
this child from his hand
Old man, you're not the only one
that I do not...
undrerstand
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4. |
Weave
03:18
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What can y’ see, what can y’ see?
What can y’ see, what can y’ see?
People have gathered from all over town
To show their concern about what’s going down
As they’re laughing and moving
And dancing and grooving
For themselves
In this world
My thoughts turn to things that are small
To parts that are greater than simply some of the whole
What can you see?
What can you see?
In a strange congregation in a music filled hall
Are a woman, a man and they’re young boy child
In this broken earth is they’re world complete?
The woman sits
With the child by her side
The man is standing
At her feet
And she weaves
(what can y’ see, what can y’ see?)
(what can y’ see, what can y’ see?)
The man is worried - his thoughts are hurried
He never has the time to change his mind
So he never has the mind to change
Never makes the change his family needs
He takes it for granted
They will always be waiting
While he bleeds
And she weaves
She weaves
She we-ea-ves
The child is charmed by the reggae band
By the reams of rhythm and the rooms of people
Held in a trance by the music they dance
As if they’re running in slow motion
Going no-where
With smiles on their faces
And she weaves
She weaves
She…
What can y’ see, what can y’ see
What can y’ see, what can y’ see
What can y’ see, what can y’ see
What can you see?
What can you see?
What can you see?
What can y’ see, what can y’ see, what can y’ see?
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5. |
Rise Up
06:13
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Come ye slumbering angels
rise up
and lift your shining faces
unto the world
cast off these calloused cloaks
and let your golden wings unfold
Open wide your heart’s eyes
and feel what is revealed
shine a light on all you meet
to illuminate their dignity and worth
till the sweet milk of compassion is raining down on earth
Heal the hurt of the wounded
shoulder the grief of all who mourn
comfort the dying
ease the way for that which is being born
love boldly with the saints,
sing brightly with the messengers of dawn
Laugh with the children
Till the darkest sky is brightened by their mirth
and the sweet milk of compassion is raining down on earth
Hi-yee, hi-yee, hi yee, hi-yee-ee
Needlessly you have roamed
Only to learn
What you always have known
Come ye slumbering angels
Rise up and take your places in a fearless sky
Gaze upon this ocean of sorrow
With clear and loving eyes
Dive deep into it’s waters
to once again with it’s clouds arise
and shower blessings on each and every path
till the sweet milk of compassion is raining down on earth
till the sweet milk of compassion
is raining
here on earth
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Jamie David/Miracle Band X Fremantle, Australia
Jamie David is a uniquely idiosyncratic story-telling songwriter. His interests in a broad range of music and musical ideas - inside and outside of popular culture - have led to a one of a kind genre-defying, meta-eclectic style. Wanting to add colour and texture to the story-telling, he has long engaged a fabulous floating line up of exceptional musicians in his collective "Miracle Band X" ... more
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