Music From Another Life

Whispering PinesIf you find me in a gloom,or catch me in a dreamInside my lonely room,there is no in betweenWhispering Pines,rising of the tideIf only one star shinesThat's just enoughto get insideI will wait until itall goes 'roundWith you in sight,the lost are foundFoghorn through the night,calling out to seaProtect my only light,for she once belonged to meLet the waves rush in,let the seagulls cryFor if I live again,these hopes will never dieI can feel you standing thereBut I don't see you anywhereStanding by the well,wishing for the rainsReaching to the clouds,for nothing else remainsDrifting in a daze,when evening will be doneTry looking through a hazeAt an empty house,in the cold, cold sunI will wait until it all goes 'roundWith you in sight, the lost are found.

GenbaboomMy generation, born of the greatest,coming of age to a dark bells toll.Idealism, a flower in a gun barrel,entrusted with the national soul.My generation deployed to rock and rolland fought in a jungle at seventeen.And when it was over, returned to a countryhad no idea of what we had seen.My generation watched as a presidentbetrayed the trust and was held to account.We saw the same thing, the truth was apparent.There's no other way, the leader was out.My generation settled into easy living.Got older and so far from our youth.Once had a hunger, now got whatever.We search for the remote, not for the truth.My generation split like a tree trunk,bought into charlatans hate filled lies.Soon it was brother turned against brother.Common ground lost, goodwill died.My generation now sickened and sun-blind,once entrusted with the national soul,will pass on the flame, turn over the keys,and fade away, disgraced and old.Fade away, disgraced and old.Fade away, disgraced and old.

Monkey and the ButtonFeaturing Natalia SchuurmanRefrain:There’s this monkey,he had a Button,and he didjust what he wants.Now this monkeyis no more nowfor his weaknessand arrogance.RefrainIn the night, the Voice of the Jungle came to the first monkey: “Monkey, here is the Key of Knowledge. Use it wisely.” He awoke, and there was the Button.The monkey learned it was no ordinary button. The monkey could get this Button to do anything he wanted. All he had to do was to make a wish, press the Button and the wish was his.So, the monkey ate the finest bananas of the jungle. He swung from the longest, strongest vines. He jumped with no fear of falling. And when he was angry, the jungle creatures fled, for they feared his Button.There’s this monkeyhe had a Button,and he didjust what he wants.All day long the monkey sat in his tree, pushing his Button. After time, the monkey changed. It did not matter to him that the other jungle creatures suffered. He did not listen as they asked for his help. He didn’t think of using his Button for anyone but himself.Refrain About at the same time, the Voice came to the second monkey, with him awakened to a button as well.And then one day, the two monkeys crossed paths at the river. They both insisted they had discovered the river first. A terrible quarrel took place! Both monkeys hissed and spat and threw great handfuls of leaves and dust.They fought and screamed and slapped. Then each paused and remembered his Button. At pretty much the same time, they pushed their Buttons. Instantly both monkeys vanished.There’s this monkey,he had a Button.Oh monkey, monkey! You never had a chance.Now this monkey,he had a Button…Never had a chance.RefrainRefrain

HomewardIs there a chance that we have finally managed to find our way?Is there a chance that we could be home when night-time turns into day?The tired, weary, heartbroken and ragged, believing the moment is soon.Wasn’t that a landmark we recognized ’neath the light of a brilliant moon?Oh to be home! Oh to be home!We’re tired, weary, heartbroken and ragged.Oh, to be home!Can we believe what our eyes have seen, when we thought we’ve seen this before?Can we believe what our hearts now say, this is what we’ve been waiting for?The exiled, lost, abandoned and wandering, for so long and so very far,now raise there heads with eyes that shine ‘neath a field of a billion stars!Oh to be home! Oh to be home!Exiled, lost, abandoned and wandering.Oh, to be home!If we allow this hope to take root and in our hearts silently pray,Could it vanish like vapor or mist? Will it be taken away?The lonely, abused, threadbare and shunned stand in the new morning light,dis-believing eyes open wide in the passing dark of the night!Oh to be home! Oh to be home!Lonely, abused, threadbare and shunned.Oh, to be home!

Two BrothersFirst brother set the house on fire,licking flames dancing higher.Second brother rose to runwhen he seen what he had done.But he stood there transfixedat what he had just witnessed.Sparks swirled and scattered round them,thinking ‘bout the blood that bound them.Second brother then heardFirst brother say these words:“Now the reason you’ll learn,did it just to see it burn.”Second brother brushed the ashesShook his coat and wiped his glassesTook a bottle, poured a drink.Said “I need some time to think.”First brother sat next to the other.They had a drink and then another.By night’s end with the rising sun,they both knew what had to be done.Out they stepped into the morningAnd without a word of warningSecond brother took his turn,He lit a house, they watched it burn.

See Through MeYou can see through me now,I’m a cold heart, a callous soul.You can see through me now,I’m telling you it’s time to go.And I’m calling you, I’m not alone.Trying to carve a heart of stone.You can see through me now,you can see clear through my eyes.You can see through me now,my deceit and silly lies.You can see through me now,I’m a fire that will consume your world.You can see through me now,you’re in oblivion, you’re such a stupid girl.And I’m telling you that the danger’s real.Ambivalence is all that I can feel.You can see through me now,you can see clear through my eyes.You can see through me now,through my deceit and silly lies.You can see through me now,I’m an animal moving through the night.You can see through me now,I could turn on you and take your life.And I’m howling at the hidden moon,and the predator will be prowling soon.You can see through me now,you can see clear through my eyes.You can see through me now,through my deceit and silly lies.

Recklessly Yours’Til the spring comes, ’til the rains fall.’Til the blossoms drop and the birds call.’Til the ice melts upon the shores,I sign this, Recklessly Yours.’Til the summer’s blaze, ’til the thunder rolls.’Til a bright June morning as the Sunday bells toll,’Til the locust’s song’s heard thru porch doors,I sign this, Recklessly Yours.’Til Indian summer dries, ’til the fields go pastel,’Til the school busses roll again and the burnt leave smell.’Til spiders and crickets seek shelter indoors,I sign this, Recklessly Yours.’Til the snow blankets white, ’til the trees vein black.’Til the arctic winds howl and the icycles crack.’Til the holidays chime and the fire roars,I sign this, Recklessly Yours.

JettisonJettison,Jettison,Jettison.I must get out from underneaththe dead weight you’ve become.Jettison.Jettison,Jettison.“Put some, put some guerrilla action on it.”A little voice that’s got my earsays “Time to cut and run.”Jettison.This ritual of our friendship,it’s just a costly drug.It’s time to break this habit.It’s time to pull the plug.Jettison.“Forget religion.”Jettison,Jettison.You mustn’t take this personalwhen what’s done is done.Jettison.This mask that we call honor,we take what we can get.It’s time to cut the holiness.It’s time to cut to it.Jettison,“It’s the ballot,”Jettison.“or the bullet.”Yeah who would blame me walkingfrom the load that you’ve become?Jettison,Jettison.

For Nothing MoreFeaturing Stan BorysYour hands, half, just half.Touch, or touch.Dream, no dream.And love, rented love.How can you understand my absenceif I’m not myselfforever more?Forever more.Your eyes, full of life.Visions,untouchable,deep inside.Empty voices crawling aroundand cryingfor love,for love.Crying for love.(Excerpt from ‘Pierwszy list, co mnie doszedł z Europy…’ by Cyprian Norwid)Pierwszy list, co mnie doszedł z Europy,Jest ten od Ciebie, Pani – piszę miarą,Jak człowiek w wielkiej samotności, któryMuzyką sobie nieuczoną wtórzyI to mu zamiast towarzystwa służy.Musiałem rzucić się za ten Ocean,Nie abym szukał Ameryki – aleAżebym nie był tam… O! wierz mi, Pani,Że dla zabawki nie szuka się grobuNa półokręgu przeciwległym globu.Come, come to me,when the nightmeets the fog.Waiting,waiting for tomorrow.Meet there in senseless places,For Nothing More,For Nothing More,For Nothing More.