Incredible String Band Discography

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Discography:
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The Incredible String Band (Elektra, June 1966)
The 5000 Spirits or the Layers of the Onion (Elektra, July 1967)
The Hangman's Beautiful Daughter (Elektra, March 1968)
Wee Tam and the Big Huge (Elektra, October 1968)
Changing Horses (Elektra, November 1969)

Track Listings:
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The Incredible String Band
 Maybe Someday (Mike Heron)
 October Song (Robin Williamson)
 When the Music Starts to Play (Heron)
 Schaeffer's Jig (traditional)
 Womankind (Williamson)
 The Tree (Heron)
 Whistle Tune (trad, arr. Williamson)
 Dandelion Blues (Williamson)
 How Happy I Am (Heron)
 Empty Pocket Blues (Clive Palmer)
 Smoke Shovelling Song (Williamson)
 Can't Keep Me Here (Heron)
 Good as Gone (Williamson)
 Footsteps of the Heron (Heron)
 Niggertown (trad, arr. Palmer)
 Everything's Fine Right Now (Heron)

The 5000 Spirits or the Layers of the Onion
 Chinese White (Mike Heron)
 No Sleep Blues (Robin Williamson)
 Painting Box (Heron)
 The Mad Hatter's Song (Williamson)
 Little Cloud (Heron)
 The Eyes of Fate (Williamson)
 Blues for the Muse (Williamson)
 The Hedgehog's Song (Heron)
 First Girl I Loved (Williamson)
 You Know What You Could Be (Heron)
 My Name Is Death (Williamson)
 Gently Tender (Heron)
 Way Back in the 1960s (Williamson)

The Hangman's Beautiful Daughter
 Koeeoaddi There (Williamson)
 The Minotaur's Song (Williamson)
 Witches Hat (Williamson)
 A Very Cellular Song (Heron)
 Mercy I Cry City (Heron)
 Waltz of the New Moon (Williamson)
 The Water Song (Williamson)
 Three Is a Green Crown (Williamson)
 Swift as the Wind (Heron)
 Nightfall (Williamson)

Wee Tam
 Job's Tears (Williamson)
 Puppies (Heron)
 Beyond the See (Heron)
 The Yellow Snake (Williamson)
 Log Cabin Home in the Sky (Heron)
 You Get Brighter (Heron)
 The Half-Remarkable Question (Williamson)
 Air (Heron)
 Ducks on a Pond (Williamson)

Big Huge
 Maya (Williamson)
 Greatest Friend (Heron)
 The Son of Noah's Brother (Williamson)
 Lordly Nightshade (Williamson)
 The Mountain of God (Williamson)
 Cousin Caterpillar (Heron)
 The Iron Stone (Williamson)
 Douglas Traherne Harding (Heron)
 The Circle Is Unbroken (Williamson)

Changing Horses
 Big Ted (Robin Williamson)
 White Bird (Mike Heron)
 Dust Be Diamonds (Williamson)
 Sleepers, Awake! (Heron)
 Mr. and Mrs. (Williamson)
 Creation (Williamson)

Lyrics:
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(Album titles preceded by ##, Song titles by --)

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The Incredible String Band

--
Maybe Someday

Maybe someday she will come, come along long,
Maybe someday she will come along.
Maybe someday she will come, come along long,
Maybe someday she will come along.

Sitting here with my arms around my music,
Thinking of the girl that I might spend
The whole of my days with.

Maybe someday she will come, come along long,
Maybe someday she will come along.
Maybe someday she will come, come along long,
Maybe someday she will come along.

Until then I will do the best that I can,
And any fine young girl that I might meet
That I could use, keep my eye on.

Maybe someday she will come, come along long,
Maybe someday she will come along.
Maybe someday she will come, come along long,
Maybe someday she will come along.

Mother tried the very best that she could do,
That was no good, the one she chose,
I did not like the way her teeth grew.

Maybe someday she will come, come along long,
Maybe someday she will come along.
Maybe someday she will come, come along long,
Maybe someday she will come along.

One fine day I took a walk down by the river,
Fair maid did lie and she did sigh
As I stooped down to kiss her.

Maybe someday she will come, come along long,
Maybe someday she will come along.
Maybe someday she will come, come along long,
Maybe someday she will come along.

--
October Song

I'll sing you this October song,
Oh, there is no song before it.
The words and tune are none of my own,
for my joys and sorrows bore it.

Beside the sea
The brambly briars in the still of evening,
Birds fly out behind the sun,
and with them I'll leavng.

The fallen leaves that jewel the ground,
They know the art of dying,
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts,
In the scarlet shadows lying.

When hunger calls my footsteps home,
The morning follows after,
I swim the seas within my mind,
And the pine-trees laugh green laughter.

I sed to search for happiness,
And I used to follow pleasure,
But I found a door behind my mind,
And that's the greatest treasure.

For rulers like to lay down laws,
And rebels like to break them,
And the poor priests like to walk in chains,
And God likes to forsake the.

I met a man whose name was Time,
And he said, "I must be goin,"
But just how long that was,
I have no way of knowing.

Sometimes I want to murder time,
Sometimes when my heart's aching,
But mostly I just stroll along,
The path that he is taking.

--
When the Music Starts to Play

All my life and it's been a short one;
I've met the happy and the sad together.
I chased the soft warm air that flew before me,
And through the storm on wings of love,
the song of life bore me.

And when the music starts to play let e be around, (I said)
When the music starts to play let me be around.
Oh, can't you see how my heart soars high,
When I hear that music.
When the music starts to play let me be around.

When sadness lays his cold fist on my shoulder,
And pushes me in icy waters drowning,
The gentle hand of music lifts me smiling,
And through these sounds my heart takes bounds,
I happy am.

--
Schaeffer's Jig
[instrumental]

--
Womankind

I sing for love of womankind,
I have one in my heart and mind,
Low, my heart aches for her.

My soul swims naked in her streams,
And in her meadows lies to dream,
Hay, what need to waken.

Her breast blow blossom in my hands,
Her eyes shine moons on secret lands,
As through my clouds her raven thoughts go flying.

Space nearly parts and nearly joins,
Love's magic song moans through her loins,
Well hay, the lead long sweets of loving.

May she glow always in her sun,
have nothing lost and nothing won,
Oh, now what fear can chain her?

Oh blessed is he who joys and grieves
Who wears the coat the rainbow weaves
Lo, around his body.

--
The Tree

I had a Tree, in the dream hills where my childhood lay.
And I'd go there in the wide, long days,
And my Tree would listen to all that I'd say.

And the sun was shining brightly,
And the sky was smiling,
And the sun was shining brightly,
And the sky was smiling.

--
Whistle Tune
[instrumental]

--
Dandelion Blues

You meet a girl,
She moves soft eyes and pulls you in the game.
Perhaps you do not wonder her reasons or her name.
You'll follow her on out the room,
How sweet her body flows,
Say take it easy,
make it lazy,
That's the way to go.

Do believe it's easy, Do believe it's easy,
Do believe it's easy don't even have to try.

You may lip your flute or pick your strigs to hear the music grow,
Maybe you'll stand by a while, it all comes through you so,
Just maybe you will hit magic sounds that call you to your heart,
And gently you will follow down and view yourself apart

Do believe it's easy, Do believe it's easy,
Do believe it's easy don't even have to try.

If when the moon's a toothy smile you meet a whirling wind,
Whirls you clear to nowhere and forgets where you came in,
There is no call to worry, or be sorry that you came,
You may maze along there for a space, oh buddy and then come back to
your name.

Do believe it's easy, Do believe it's easy,
Do believe it's easy don't even have to try.

Now, if your man gets busted and you hope to go his bail,
Suppose you cannot borrow money, you may go to borrow the mail,
Yes, if yor mangets busted and you hope to go his fine,
You may laze along to the judge's house, sweet woman, and set it on he
line.

Do believe it's easy, Do believe it's easy,
Do believe it's easy don't even have to try.

--
How Happy I Am

Oh, Lord how happy I am,
Oh, Lord how happy I am,
I won't feel sad 'till the whiskey's gone.
Oh, Lord how happy I am.

Oh, when I met my first woman,
you know, she was nice and kind as can be.
Now she go walking out all over towwn,
and she do just what she please.
Well, if she thinks I'm sitting here
An' I'm waiting for her to come home,
She wanna come a little closer to me right now,
and I'll tell you how happy I am.

Now, a whole lot of women in this world,
They making trouble for all you men;
They're strutting around all over town,
And then walking back home again;
Well, if you think that she's got you down,
And she's started to count to ten,
Just look at her with one eye closed,
And sing to her again.

--
Empty Pocket Blues

???

--
Smoke Shovelling Song

Last winter blew so cold no lies,
And my fire smoke would not rise;
Soon as the smoke tried to depart,
It'd be froze up harder thatn a landlord's heart.

I called up the police and they came around
Three days later and very brought down.
The sergeant he gave me this hysterical croak.
Says, "What do you think you have going here, some kind of joke?"
(of course I wasn't laughing)

He says, "You're causing us officers so much grief,
Why don't you give us some relief?
Why don't you call the fire brigade?
Or maybe why don't you try shovelling the smoke up the chimney with a
spade."

I borrowed a spade from the woman next door,
And I broke up the smoke that remained on the floor,
I was shovelling away, 'till the closing day singing a
smoke-shovelling song.

After working so hard I went out to my yard,
And I looked up to my chimney so long, (there was nothing to see
there)
Just a thousand foot high, way into the sky,
Was a pillar of smoke full of song.

There was an airplane stuck in it,
but I didn't notice at first it was so cunningly disguised as a
dragon.

Came the summer at last, though it was rainy and fast,
The pillar it melted away,
The airplane fell with a big smoky smell,
And echoing around all over the town,
Was the words of the smoke shovelling song.

Any anyone telling a bigger story would have to be telling a lie,
And anyone think a bigger one up,
Have to be very high.

--
Can't Keep Me Here

I'm going way over the white skyline
And I'll sing and be happy
And you can't keep me here no how.

And I'll sing and be happy
and my world is my own
And I'll do what I want to
And you can't keep me here no how.

Hey baby, don't cry for me
Hey baby, when the sun comes up I'll be free.

And I'm going way over the white skyline
And I'll sing and be happy
And you can't keep me here no how.

Ah baby, don't cry for me
Hey baby, when the sun comes up I'll be free.

And I'm going way over the white skyline
And I'll sing and be happy
Cause you can't keep me here no how.

--
Good as Gone

A strange thought just crossed my mind paid the rains back in kind.
Twas the thought of sweet May coming on.
The days are running so slow, my heart is aching to go,
and my feet surely itch for the road.

Mm the long hot summer.
Oh now the summer long.

I have been tied to this land since the day I was planned,
By the need to feed mmm my body and my mind;
Look you can work 'till you're grey, waste your whole life away;
What security then do you find?

Mm the long hot summer.
Oh now the summer long.

I don't have no one to cheat, don't have no one to beat,
You know, I just need some room to uncurl,
I don't have no aim in view, just some dreams to pursue,
As I wallow around in the world.

Things I must do places to see,
Things I must do, now I've nothing now to hold me here,
And I'll take the southward road.

--
Footsteps of the Heron

One day as I sat in a big noisy crowd,
There was me and the whole of my conscience.
And I thought that I wouldn't be missed if I went,
and that my going would be of no importance.

And I've nothing to do,
And I've nowhere to go;
I'm not in the slightest way upset.
I'm not chasing a hope,
or a dream or a plan;
And I'm not even chasing the sunset.

The pussycat laughed and he followed me down,
As we walked through the crowds without motion;
He said he would stay, but he ran clear away,
I just laughed at his lack of devotion.

I met this fink, tried to buy me a drink,
And he says, I don't care 'bout no money."
I said, "Neither do I, but I'd buy you a guy,
If I thought you were trying to get funny."

This man I did meet, spoke to me through his feet,
And he said, "I don't care either 'bout no money."
I said, "Neither do I but I buy wings to fly,
'Cause without them the sun ain't so sunny."

--
Niggertown
[instrumental]

--
Everything's Fine Right Now

Who's that knocking on my door?
Can't see no-one right now.
Got my baby here by me,
can't stop, no, no, not now.

Oh, come a little closer to my breast,
I'll tell you that you're the one I really love the best,
and you don't have to worry about any of the rest,
'cause everything's fine right now.

And you don't have to talk and you don't have to sing,
You don;t have to do nothing at all;
Just lie around and do as you please, you don't have for to fall.

Oh, come a little closer to my breast,
I'll tell you that you're the one I really love the best,
and you don't have to worry about any of the rest,
'cause everything's fine right now.

Oh, my, my, it looks kind of dark.
Looks lie the night's rolled on.
Best thing you do is just lie here by me, of course only just until
the dawn.

Oh, come a little closer to my breast,
I'll tell you that you're the one I really love the best,
and you don't have to worry about any of the rest,
'cause everything's fine right now.

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The 5000 Spirits or the Layers of the Onion

--
Chinese White

The bent twig of darkness
Grows the petals of the morning;
It shows to them the birds singing
just behind the dawning.
Come dip into the cloud cream lapping;
I can't keep my hand on the plough
Because it's dying.

But I will lay me down with my arms
round a rainbow,
And I will lay me down to dream.
Oh, will your magic Christmas tree be shining
Gently all around?

Climbing up these figures
The sun is tugging at my shoulder.
And, every step I take,
I think my feet are getting older.
I see the crystal dreams unfolding,
I can't keep my eyes on the book because it's mouldring.

But I will lay me down with my arms
round a rainbow,
And I will lay me down to dream.
Oh, will your magic Christmas tree be shining
Gently all around?

--
No Sleep Blues

Cracks rack the windows,
Howls hold the floor;
Rains rot the rafters,
And do you just have to snore?
It's a most inclement climate,
for the season of the night,
Is that mouse playing football, oh
I thought they didn't like the light?

And the dawn comes sneaking up
When it thinks I'm not looking;
I am starting to grieve, man,
I used to know but now I believe, man.
They tell me sleep is a gas,
and if I want to lay down,
But I'm sorry I woke you,
I mean I've got the no sleep blues.

There's mayhem in this mansion,
Since the cows were coming home,
With delirium no sleepum,
In a cloud of nylon foam.
But release scours the outhouse,
And a hard rain sears the sky,
But if you let the pigs decide it,
They will put you in the sty.

And the dawn comes sneaking up
When it thinks I'm not looking;
I am starting to grieve, man,
I used to know but now I believe, man.
They tell me sleep is a gas,
and if I want to lay down,
But I'm sorry I woke you,
I mean I've got the no sleep blues.

I think I'll get a picture,
And I think I'll put it on a nail.
I think I'll get another one,
And put it in a pail.
But the pail got so rusty
I called it red, red, red for fun,
And I laughed like a leaver
till you ought to seen it run.

And the dawn comes sneaking up
When it thinks I'm not looking;
I am starting to grieve, man,
I used to know but now I believe, man.
They tell me sleep is a gas,
and if I want to lay down,
But I'm sorry I woke you.
I mean I've got the no sleep blues.

The size of the future declared itself no part,
Aloof like a Sultan in the autumn of your heart,
But the heart got so hearty,
that it pulled for the shore,
And the sailors fired a big salute,
and it made my ears quite sore.

And the dawn was sneaking up
When it thinks I'm not looking;
I am starting to grieve, man,
I used to know but now I believe, man
They tell me sleep is a gas,
and I want to lay down,
But I'm sorry I woke you,
I mean I've got the no sleep blues.

I mixed stones and water
just to see what it would do.
And the water it got stoney,
and the stones got watery too.
So I mixed my feet with water
just to see what could be seen,
And the water it got dirty,
and the feet they got quite clean.

And the dawn comes sneaking up
When it thinks I'm not looking;
I am starting to grieve, man,
I used to know but now I believe, man.
They tell me sleep is a gas,
and if I want to lay down,
But I'm sorry I woke you,
I mean I've got the no sleep blues

--
Painting Box

When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows
Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep,
I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window,
And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep.

For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
I have every color there it's true.
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
I seem to pick the colors of you.

My Friday evening's foot-steps plodding dully through this black town,
Are far away now from the world that I'm in.
My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be
springtime,
With daffodils between my toes I'm laughing at their whim,

And somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
I have every color there it's true,
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
I seem to pick the colors of you.

Oh somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
I have every color there it's true.
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
I seem to pick the colors of you.

The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer.
Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound.
I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking,
But I kind of like the sea that I'm on, and I don't mind if I do
drown.

For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
I have every color there it's true.
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
I seem to pick the colors of you.

--
The Mad Hatter's Song

Oh seekers of spring how could you not find contentment
In a time of riddling reasons in this land of the blind
By the joke of fate alone
it's sure that as the loved hand leaves you,
You clutch for the slip-stream, the realness to find.

But do what you like, do what you like, do what you like,
do what you like, do what you like, do what you can,
do what you can, live till you die
My poor little man.
For Jesus will stretch out his hand no more.

But in the south there's many a waving tree;
Oh would that musky fingers move your pain;
In the warm south winds the lost flowers bloom again.

And if you cried, you know you'd fill a lake with tears,
Still wouldn't turn back the years,
Since the city has took you,
Mad Hatter is on my mind.

So sad, sad to see the way it grew
Those other people that I knew
That have either fell or faltered.
Mad Hatter is on my mind.

And you must have to see clear some time.

Prometheus the problem child,
still juggling with his brains
Gives his limping leopard's visions
to the miser in his veins.
Within the ruined factory is the normal soul insane
As he sets the sky beneath his heel
And learns away the pain.

But I am the archer the lover of laughter,
And mine is the arrowed flight.

I am the archer, and my eyes yearn after the unsullied sight.
Born of the dark waters of the daughters of night,
Dancing without movement after the clear light.
Oh Perithian fate be kind in the rumbling and trundling rickshaw of
time.
Hooked by the heart to the king fisher's line,
I will set my one eye for the shores of the blind.

--
Little Cloud

How sweet to be a cloud, floating in the blue.

Lying awake, late the other night
Heard above me a trembling,
I looked up, it was a little cloud,
From which a gold string was dangling;
You know, I gave the string a little pull,
Just to see what was on the other end.
Just then a voice came down to me, says,
"Hey, now, don't you want to be my friend,

And float with me to distant lands,
wondrous and fair;
Float with me to distant lands wondrous and fair?
You see I'm just a happy little cloud,
I laugh and float and sing my song,
But the other clouds don't like me none.
They say I am behaving very wrong.
You see a cloud's supposed to be sad,
To cry and weep and tear its hair and all,
And don't matter how hard I try,
I can't get the first little tear to fall."

And float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair;
Float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair;

I said, "Hey, I like you little cloud,
You are a nice little fellow, yes."
"You making some, kind of a joke?", said the cloud,
"Now can't you see I'm wearing such a pretty dress?
You see I am the prettiest little chick cloud
That you'd find anywhere up above.
I just dropped in on you awhile
To see if you could give me some kind of love."

And float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair;
Float with me to distant lands wondrous and fair;

Just then the chief cloud come into view
And says, "Hey, girl, now what you think you're doing there?
I told you so many times before
You just don't seem at all to care.
You know you should be floating up above, now
Don't let me catch you down here again."

And as my cloud pulled out of view,
There come failing down a gentle shower of rain.
Happy rain come failing down,
Red, green, blue and golden.
And every drop, as it fell, it smiled
And, throwing back its head, began singing,

"Oh float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair;
Float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair."

--
The Eyes of Fate

Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate?
All life alone in its chronic patterns.
Oh, swan, let me fly you
To the land of no winds blowing.
I know nothing, and know that I know nothing;
All is in the eye, and in its blinks of seeing.

So just like the morning
The ghost of the following day.
Listen: Ory, cry, cry.....
Rear the rollers wild and stormy
Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory ory.

All rivalry and opinion still cast their wild spells.
Effort and contrariness change the directions of time.
The lion still growls in your hollowness.
Please let's be easy, please let's be friends.
Watching and learning like small children.
Till out of the morning is growing the strength of the day.

Listen: Ory, cry, cry.....
Rear the rollers wild and stormy
Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory, ory.

Servant of fame or fame for a servant,
You see what you see, you see seldom what is.
Servant of fate or fate for a servant,
You see what you see, you see seldom what is.

Servant of fate, ohhhhhh.

--
Blues for the Muse

I wake up in the early when I see my day walk in;
I wake up in the early when I start to begin.
I drink up my coffee to drive dreams away,
And I think about leaving but remain for the day.

Oh Glory but I just stay blind,
Think about my loving, yes, some of the time

I want to take it easy,
Ain't it hard like they say,
But I can play.

And most any morning, most any morning
I like to be born into my guitar day.

They say it's all butterflies,
Don't let your dreams get in your eyes,
But Orpheus made the sunrise,
'Cause he knew how to play.

She sings so fadey,
Called the sweet guitar lady.
She's a noted writer, I just can't seem to let her be.
And she is my flower, I call her my easy hour.
She's a low special, Baby that's enough for me.

And it's all right, you're in the graveyard now.
Well it's all right, you're in the graveyard now.

You may weep, you may moan,
You may pass your life so gay,
But lucky in life, I swear sometimes,
Surely going to have to meet your leaving day.

Well, she sings like the seashore,
Tonight I'm going to ride on your seesaw.
I will call up the Angels if they have a little word to say,
And I think I'll try cloudwalking.
It's just my face you see here talking,
And it's just the guitar singing,
And I have to let her have her way.

--
The Hedgehog's Song

I'm not the kind to complain
That I never had a girl to love.
Many a fine girl I tried hard to know,
But I think I never tried enough.

Sitting one day by myself,
And I'm thinking, "What could be wrong?"
When this funny little Hedgehog comes running up to me,
And it starts up to sing me this song.

Oh, you know all the words, and you sung all the notes,
But you never quite learned the song, she sang.
I can tell by the sadness in your eyes,
That you never quite learned the song.

Every day when the sun go down,
And the evening is so very still,
Many a fine girl I've held in my arms,
And I hope there's many more that I will,
But just when everything is going fine,
And absolutely nothing is wrong,
This funny little Hedgehog's always around
And every time he wants to sing me this song.

Oh, you know all the words, and you sung all the notes,
But you never quite learned the song, she sang.
I can tell by the sadness in your eyes,
That you never quite learned the song.

One day when the moon was full I thought I might settle down,
Found myself a pretty little girl,
And I stopped all my running around;
But just when the preacher come along,
And he's just gonna pop on the ring,
This funny little Hedgehog comes
running down the aisle,
And I don't have to tell you what he did sing.

Oh, you know all the words, and you sung all the notes,
But you never quite learned the song, she sang.
I can tell by the sadness in your eyes,
That you never quite learned the song.

I'm not the kind to complain
That I never had a girl to love;

Many fine girls I've tried hard to know,
But I think I never tried enough.
But now I'll be looking all my days,
And it isn't just me I got to please,
There's this funny little Hedgehog
Who's always around,
And the only words he ever sings to me are these.
Oh, you know all the words and you sung all the notes,
But you never quite learned the song, she sang.
I can tell by the sadness in your eyes,
That you never quite learned the song.

--
First Girl I Loved

First girl I loved,
Time has come I will sing you
this sad goodbye song,
When I was seventeen, I used to know you.

Well, I haven't seen you, now, since many is the short year,
And the last time I seen you, you said you'd joined the
Church of Jesus.
But me, I remember your long red hair falling in our faces
As I kissed you.

Well, I want you to know, we just had to grow;
I want you to know, I just had to go.

And you're probably married now, house and car and all,
And you turned into a grownup, female, stranger.
And if I was lying near you now,
I probably wouldn't be here at all.

Well, we parted so hard;
Me, rushing round Britain with a guitar,
Making love to people
That I didn't even like to see.

Well, I would think of you.
Yes, I mean in the six sad morning.
And in the lonely midnight,
Try to hold your face before me.

Well, I want you to know, I just had to go;
I want you to know, we just had to grow.

And you're probably married now, kids and all,
And you turned into a grownup, female, stranger.
And if I was lying near you now,
I'd just have to fall.

Well, I never slept with you
Though we must have made love a thousand times.
For we were just young, didn't have no place to go,
But in the wide hills and beside many a long water
You have gathered flowers, and they do not smell for me.

Well, I want you to know, I just had to go.
I want you to know, we just had to grow.
So it's goodbye first love, and I hope you're fine.

Well, I have a sweet woman
Maybe some day to have babies by me,
she's pretty,
Is a true friend of mine

--
You Know What You Could Be

Read your book and lose yourself
In another's thoughts.
He might tell you 'bout what is
Or even 'bout what is not.

And if he's kind and gentle too,
And he loves the world a lot,
His twilight words may melt the slush
Of what you have been taught.

You know what you could be.
Tell me my friend,
Why you worry all the time
What you should been.

Listen to the song of life.
Its rainbow's end won't hold you.
Its crimson shapes and purple sounds,
Softly will enfold you.

It gurgles through the timeless glade,
In quartertones of lightning.
No policy is up for sale,
In case the truth be frightening.

You know what you could be.
Tell me my friend,

Why you worry all the time
What you should be.

--
My Name Is Death

I am the question that cannot be answered,
I am the lover that cannot be lost,
Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier,
For time is my offspring, pray, what is my name?

My name is Death, cannot you see?
All life must turn to me;
Oh cannot you see?
And you must come with me,

You must come with me.
I'll give you gold and jewels rare,
And all my wealth in store.
All pleasures fair,
if I may live but a few short years more.
Oh lady, lay your jewels aside,
No more to glory in your pride.
Tarrying here there is no way,
Your time has come that you must away,
And you must come to clay.

--
Gently Tender

Gently tender falls the rain, washing clean the slate again;
But leave me please, behind my brain, the slightest shadow of her
Shadows dancing through the pink milk blankets, where my mind
Lay dreaming gently of my loving you.
Sometimes I think I was true, but then I loved the stone beneath my
 feet as much, usually.

Gently tender snow-drop grows, see the past tense quietly go.
Kill the chord but let me know the slightest shadow of her

Shadows crawling through the green bush trees where my toes crept
Breathing lightly of my loving you.
Sometimes I think I was true, but then I loved the stone beneath my
 feet as much, usually.

Slowly spitting crawls the snake, see the branches bend and break.
Venom that might easily shake the slightest shadow of her.

Good, good loving, she gave me good loving, good, good, loving, she
 gave me good loving,
Good, good loving, she gave me good.
And now all my wine is water, to her all my wine is water,
All water, and my pearls are clear.
And now all my wine is water, to her all my wine is water.
All water, and my pearls are clear.

She gave to me good loving, she gave to me good loving, Oohhhhhhh good
 loving.

--
Way Back in the 1960s

I was a young man back in the 1960s.
Yes, you made your own amusements then,
For going to the pictures;
Well, the travel was hard, and I mean
We still used the wheel.
But you could sit down at your table
And eat a real food meal.

But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,
And I can't even understand you
When you try to talk slow.

There was one fellow singing in those days,
And he was quite good, and I mean to say that
His name was Bob Dylan, and I used to do gigs too
Before I made my first million.
That was way, way back before,
before wild World War Three,
When England went missing,
And we moved to Paraguayee.

But hey, you young people, I just do not know,
And I can't even understand you
When you try to talk slow.

Well, I got a secret, and don't give us away.
I got some real food tins for my 91st birthday,
And your grandmother bought them
Way down in the new antique food store,
And for beans and for bacon, I will open up my door.

But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,
And I can't even understand you
When you try to talk slow.

Well, I was a young man back in the 1960s.

##
The Hangman's Beautiful Daughter

--
Koeeoaddi There

The natural cards revolve ever changing,
Seeded elsewhere, planted in the garden fair,
Grow trees, grow trees.
Tongues of the sheer wind,
Setting your foot where the sand is untrodden,
The ocean that only begins.

Listen, a woman with a bulldozer built this house now.
Carving away the mountain whose name is your childhood home.
We were trying to buy it, buy it, buy it.
Someone was found, killed there, all bones, bones, dry bones.

Earth, water, fire and air
Met together in a garden fair,
Put in a basket bound with skin.
If you answer this riddle,
If you answer this riddle,
You'll never begin.

Born in a house where the doors shut tight,
Shadowy fingers on the curtains at night.
Cherry tree blossom, head high snow,
A busy main road where I wasn't to go.
I used to sit on the garden wall,
Say hello to people going by so tall.
Hello to the postman's stubbly skin,
Hello to the baker's stubbly grin.
Mrs. Thompson gave me a bear,
Brigitte and some people lived upstairs.

Skating on happy valley pond,
Various ministers and guards stood around.
The ice was nice, hello the invisible brethren,
And there was a tent you played cards with the soldiers in,
"Don't worry, we won't send anyone after you", they screamed.
But me and licorice saw the last of them one misty, twisty day,
Across the mournful morning moor, motoring away,
Singing "ladybird, ladybird what is your wish,
Your wish is not granted unless it's a fish.
Your wish is not granted unless it's a dish.
A fish on a dish is that what you wish."

Earth, water, fire and air
Met together in a garden fair,
Put in a basket bound with skin.
If you answer this riddle,
If you answer this riddle,
You'll never begin.

--
The Minotaur's Song

Straight from the shoulder, I think like a soldier,
I know what's right and what's wrong.
He knows what's right and what's wrong.

I'm the original discriminating buffalo man,
And I'll do what's wrong as long as I can.
He'll do what's wrong as long as he can.

I live in a labyrinth under the sea,
Down in the dark as dark as can be,
I like the dark as dark as can be.
He likes the dark as dark as can be.

I'll even attack you or eat you whole,
Down in the dark my bone mills roll,
Porridge for my porridge bowl.
Porridge for his porridge bowl.

I'm strong as the earth from which I'm born.
He's strong as the earth from which he's born.
I can't dream well because of my horns.
He can't dream well because of his horns.

I'm strong as the earth from which I'm born.
He's strong as the earth from which he's born.
I can't dream well because of my horns.
He can't dream well because of his horns.

A minotaur gets very sore,
His features they are such a bore,
His habits are predicta-bull,
Aggressively relia-bull, bull, bull.

I'm strong as the earth from which I'm born.
He's strong as the earth from which he's born.
I can't dream well because of my horns.
He can't dream well because of his horns.

I'm the original discriminating buffalo man,
And I'll do what's wrong as long as I can.
He'll do what's wrong as long as he can.

As long as he can, as long as he can.
As long as he can, as long as he can.
As long as he can, as long as he can.

--
Witches Hat

Certainly the children have seen them,
In quiet places where the moss grows green.
Coloured shells jangle together,
The wind is cold, the year is old, the trees whisper together
And bend in the wind, they lean.

Next week a monkey is coming to stay.

If I was a witches' hat,
Sitting on her head like a paraffin stove,
I'd fly away and be a bat,
Across the air I would rove.

Stepping like a tightrope walker,
Putting one foot after another,
Wearing black cherries for rings.

--
A Very Cellular Song

Winter was cold and the clothing was thin,
But the gentle shepherd calls the tune.
Oh, dear mother what shall I do?
First please your eyes and then your ears, Jenny,
Exchanging love tokens, say goodnight.

Lay down, my dear sister,
Won't you lay and take your rest?
Won't you lay your head upon your saviour's breast?
And I love you but Jesus loves you the best,
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight,
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.

One of these mornings bright and early and fine,
Goodnight, goodnight.
Not a cricket, not a spirit going to shout me on,
Goodnight, goodnight.
I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death,
Goodnight, goodnight.
And his rod and his staff shall comfort me,
Goodnight, goodnight.
Oh John, the wine, he saw the sign,
Goodnight, goodnight.
Oh John, say, I seen a number of signs,
Goodnight, goodnight.
Tell A for the ark, that wonderful boat,
Goodnight, goodnight.
You know they built it on the land getting water to float,
Goodnight, goodnight.
Tell B for the beast at the ending of the wood,
Goodnight, goodnight.
You know it ate all the children when they wouldn't be good,
Goodnight, goodnight.
I remember quite well, I remember quite well,
Goodnight, goodnight.
I was walking in Jerusalem just like John,
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.

Who would lose and who would bruise,
Or who would live quite prettily?
And who would love what comes along,
And fill the air with joyous song?

Who would go and who would come,
Or who would simply linger?
And who would hide behind your chair,
And steal your crystallised ginger?

Nebulous nearnesses cry to me.
At this timeless moment, someone dear to me
Wants me near, makes me high,
I can hear vibrations fly.
Through mangoes, pomegranates and planes,
All the same.
When it reaches me and teaches me
To sigh.

Who would mouse and who would lion,
Or who would be the tamer?
And who would hear directions clear
From the unnameable namer?

Who would skip and who would plod,
Or who would lie quite stilly?
And who would ride backwards on a giraffe
Stopping every so often to laugh?

Amoebas are very small.

Oh ah ee oo, there's absolutely no strife,
Living the timeless life.
I don't need a wife,
Living the timeless life.
If I need a friend I just give a wriggle,
Split right down the middle.
And when I look there's two of me,
Both as handsome as can be.
Oh here we go slithering, here we go slithering and squelching on.
Oh here we go slithering, here we go slithering and squelching on.
Oh ah ee oo, there's absolutely no strife,
Living the timeless life.

Black hair, brown hair, feather and scale,
Seed and stamen and all unnamed lives that live.
Turn your quivering nerves in my direction,
Turn your quivering nerves in my direction,
Turn your quivering nerves in my direction,
Feel the energy projection of my cells,
Wishes you well.

May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.
May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.
May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.
May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.

May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.
May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.
May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.
May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.

May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.
May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.
May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.
May the long time sun shine upon you,
All love surround you,
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.

--
Mercy I Cry City

Since you got me here I see you're trying to steal my soul
You're army's trying so very hard to find for me a goal
But where's your quiet pastures where there's time for me to be
Nothing else but what I am that's what you seem scared to see
You cover up your emptiness with brick and noise and rush
Oh I can see and touch you but you don't owe reality much

Have mercy I cry city you're all upon my mind
Sometimes I think you keep forgetting that you don't know me
Mercy I cry city you're all upon my mind

Send another carriage chugging down your chokey tube
I hope it makes you happy 'cause it don't do my health much good
You slowly killing fumes now squeeze the lemon in my head
Make me know just what it's like for a sin drenched christian to be
dead
Ah show me your glitter and your flashing neon light
You see I think that only the sun knows how to be quietly bright

Have mercy I cry city you're all upon my mind
Sometimes I think you keep forgetting that you don't know me
Mercy I cry city you're all upon my mind

Hey, city, what you been doing?
All these years what you been doing?
Who would believe that what you been doing
Would make such a ruin of you?

--
Waltz of the New Moon

I hear that the emperor of china used to wear iron shoes with ease
We are the tablecloth and also the table also the fable of the dancing
leaves

The new moon is rising the axe of the thunder is broken
as never was not since the flood nor yet since the world began
The new moon is shining the angels are washing their windows
Above the years whose jumble sale goes spinning on below
Ask the snail beneath the stone, ask the stone beneath the wall
Are there any stars at all
Like an eagle in the sky tell me if air is strong

In the floating pan pipe victories of the golden harvest
Safe in the care of the dear moon

The new moon is rising the eyelid of god is approaching
The humane train the skating raining travelling voice of certainty
The new moon is shining the harmonious hand is now holding lord
krishna's ring
the eagle's wing the voice of mother everything
Ask the snail beneath the stone, ask the stone beneath the wall
Are there any stars at all
Like an eagle in the sky tell me if air is strong

In the floating palaces of the spinning castle
May the fire king's daughter bring water to you

--
The Water Song

Water water see the water flow
Glancing dancing see the water flow
O wizard of changes water water water
Dark or silvery mother of life
Water water holy mystery heavens daughter

God made a song when the world was new
Waters laughter sings it is true
O, wizard of changes, teach me the lesson of flowing

--
Three Is a Green Crown

Not with the lips of skin nor yet with the lips of dark snow
But let the white dove sing
Of the body of life of the lover whose love is complete
Hold hands out to greet ah let not the swan be brought low

For all that is moving is moved by her hands
She is mirrored for ever in the life of the lands
In the building of thoughts in the shifting sands

Life life remembering

Well here you are now o now you are here
Well how has it been so far
The hair and the fur
Lemons, frankinscence, and myrhh

For all that is moving is moved by her hands
She is mirrored for ever in the life of the lands
In the building of thoughts in the shifting sands

Let the cracked crystal raindrop be merged in the sea
Silent shining thoughtless free
but close your eyes to find the golden flower
And open them to see the sunshine shower
Where the flowers are free and the fishes ask
Ah what can water be

She beareth thought she beareth visions
Speaking truth in contradictions
Dreams of pain dreams of laughter
And every action follows after

O second self o gate of the soft mystery
I'll love you if you'll love me; o guide me
With the gold of gabriel's wing grant me the tongue
That all the earth does sing
Vibrating light forever one the sun
The book of life is open to us
There'll be no secrets left between us

--
Swift as the Wind

For my delight
Swift as the wind flies
His chariot and wings
Shine in the light of a thousand suns
For he comes from the land of no night
He comes from the land of no night

There is no land
The night is all around my child
You must stop imagining all this
You must stop imagining all this
For your own good
Why don't you go with the rest and play downstairs

Closing my eyes
I see him so clear
The blood on his sword
Flashes so bright as it
Falls to the skulls by his feet

But his eyes they know all things
His eyes they know all

There is no blood
No-one knows all my child
You must stop imagining all this
You must stop imagining all this
For your own good
Why don't you go with the rest and play downstairs

Swift as the wind
Stay if you will now
Seeing you again will be in your castle so fair
But I make take some time on the way
And I may spend some time downstairs

--
Nightfall

Nightfall o river of night flow through me
Washing thoughts of the day on your waters away
For the morrow that dawns never knew me

Nightfall nightfall folding her dark locks around you
Her eyes they have found you would show you
This new dream they're holding

O sleep o come to me you who are night's daughter
And I'll give you my eyes for the colours that rise
As time's echoes reflect on you water.

##
Wee Tam

--
Job's Tears

We're all still here
no one has gone away
Waiting, acting much too
well and procrastinating

The cross of the earth
(let me go through)
The four winds point them
Body to body
Seas to anoint them
The reed they brought him
Sponge and vinegar
Fiery serpents
Spitting gold and cinnamon
The moon was bleeding
And stars were shallow
And the sword that killed him
Was a sword of willow

Hello I must be going well I only came to say
I hear my mother calling and I must be on my way

O I remember it all from before

The winter and the midnight
Could not hold him
The fire could not burn him
Nor earth enfold him
Rise up Lazarus
Sweet and salty
Brother soldiers
Stop your gambling and talk to me
The thieves were stealers
But reason condemned him
And the grave was empty
Where they had laid him

Why heroes die at sunrise
Why the birds are arrows of the wise
Why each perfumed flower
Why each moment has its hour

It's you
It's all true

Stranger than that we're alive
Stranger than that
Stranger than that
Whatever you think
It's more than that, more than that
Happy man, the happy man
Doing the best he can

Keep on walking where the angels showed
(All will be one)
Travelling where the saints have trod
Over in the old golden land
In the golden book of the golden game
The golden angel wrote my name
When the deal goes down I'll put my crown
Over in the old golden land

I won't need to kiss you when we're there
(All will be one)
I won't need to miss you when we're there
Over in the old golden land

We'll understand it better in the sweet bye and bye
You won't need to worry and you won't have to cry
Over in the old golden land

--
Puppies

Even the birds when they sing
It's not everything to them

Fiddle-head ferns and daffodils
Made me want to play
To the puppies having their little breakfast

So I picked up six fine strings
And I began to play
What I thought that new
Born fur would like best

Hey, hey, such a new born morn
Hey, hey, the puppies they have gone
Left me here holding this song
Music is so much less than what you are

Just how far can you take me
How far can you take me, Mother Nina
Before I'm on my own

Don't imagine that the pretty flower can sing a song
When the sun makes it's sap to rise
One by one the chorus swells till it's a mighty noise
Are you sure that it's not a silence?

Even the birds when they sing
It's not everything to them
Even the birds when they sing
Spread their wings to heaven and fly away.

--
Beyond the See

[instrumental]

--
The Yellow Snake

Someone you saw stretched sleeping on the sand
Five withered violets cradled in his hand
His dreams are so loud calling in your ear
The yellow snake coils from the water
And all is refreshed far and near.

--
Log Cabin Home in the Sky

All around this wide country the winter it has now begun
Now is the time to slip away from the California sun
To a place where a man can be free as the wind
As wild as the huskies' cry
Now winter is nigh let us fly to my log cabin in the sky

With snow piling all round the door
And many a log on the stove
Where the chickadee's singing a comforting song
I'll show you it's you that I love
O let the wolves howl, they won't find us here
By a soft oil lamp we will lie

Now there comes a time to every man
When he must turn his back on the crowd
When the glare of the lights gets much too bright
And the music plays too loud
When a man must run from the deeds he has done
Recalling those days with a sigh.

--
You Get Brighter

You get brighter every day and every time I see you
Scattered brightness in your way and you taught me how to love you

I know you belong to everybody but you can't deny that I'm you

In the morning when I wake I moor my boat and greet you
Hold your brightness in my eye and I wonder what does sleep do

Krishna colours on the wall
You taught me how to love you

Oh wondrous light, light, lighter
You give all your brightness away and it only makes you brighter.

--
The Half-Remarkable Question

Who moved the black castle
Who moved the white queen
When Gimmel and Daleth where standing between?
Out of the evening growing a veil

Pining for the pine woods that ached for the sail

There's something forgotten I want you to know
The freckles of rain are telling me so
O it's the old forgotten question
What is that we are part of?
What is it that we are?

And an elephant madness has covered the sun
The judge and the juries they play for the fun
They've torn up the roses and washed all the soap
And the martyr who marries them dares not elope
O it's the never realised question

O long O long e're yet my eyes
Braved the gates enormous fire
And the body folded 'round me
And the person in me grew

The flower and its petal
The root and its grasp
The earth and its bigness
The breath and its gasp
The mind and its motion
The foot and its move
The life and its pattern
The heart and its love
O it's the half-remarkable question.

--
Air

Breathing, all creatures are
Brighter then than brightest star
You are by far
You come right inside of me
Close as you can be
You kiss my blood
And my blood kiss me.

--
Ducks on a Pond

Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond
Very pretty swimming round
The lion and the unicorn journey very far
The answers are the question, sir
The lady soothes the lion's fur
Meek as a lamb he follows her
Wherever angels are

Sing me something
I asked the ice it would not say
But only cracked or moved away
I thought I knew me yesterday
Whoever sings this song

Greetings on you kings in the sky
Who'll buy me a mynah bird
Play me a magic word
Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd
Thoughts floating by
Little ducks, pretty birds
Clouds across the sky

Moving pieces on the plains of Troy
Carving faces on the rocks of joy
Pretty lady washing the tiles
Soapy pictures like crocodiles

Chilly winds blowing
Lovely spring coming soon

I wear my body like a caravan
Gipsy rover in a magic land
Misty mountains where the eagles fly
Lonely valleys where the lost ones cry

I had a little letter full of paper

Inky scratches everywhere
Always looking, looking for a paradise island
Help me find it everywhere

Peacocks talking of the colour grey
Awaking soundly in darkest dayBR> A howling tempest on a silent sea
Lovely Jesus nailed to a tree

Mad as the moon when Merlin falls
Silver castles and silver halls
Taking lessons from the piper's son
Learn to play while the world is young

Boys and girls come out to play
The moon doth shine as bright as day
Leave your sorrows and leave your sleep
And join your playfellows in the street
Come with a whoop or come with a call
Come with a goodwill or not at all
Up the ladder and down the wall
A ha'penny loaf will serve for all

Following my fortune now the Holy Grail is found
And the Holy Bread of Heaven it is given all around
Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door
I ain't got no home in this world any more

Poor as the birds but to give their song away
Gathering possessions round to make a bright array
Dark was the night, praise God the open door
I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

##
Big Huge

--
Maya

The dust of the rivers does murmur and weep
Hard and sharp laughter that cuts to the bone
Ah, but ever face within your face does show
Going gladly now to give himself his own

And twelve yellow willows shall fellow the shallows
Small waves and thunder be my pillow
Upon the gleaming water two swans that swim
And every place shall be my native home

The east gate like a fortress dissolve it away
The west gate like a prison O come break it down
Island I remember living here
Wandering beneath the empty skies

In time her hair grew long and swept the ground
And seven blackbirds carried it out behind
It bore the holy imprint of her mind
As green-foot slow she moved among the seasons

The great man, the great man, historians his memory
Artists his senses, thinkers his brain
Labourers his growth
Explorers his limbs
And soldiers his death each second
And mystics his rebirth each second
Businessmen his nervous system
No-hustle men his stomach
Astrologers his balance
Lovers his loins
His skin it is all patchy
But soon will reach one glowing hue
God is his soul
Infinity his goal
The mystery his source
And civilisation he leaves behind
Opinions are his fingernails

Maya Maya
All this world is but a play
Be thou the joyful player

The wanderer no sense does make
His eyes being tied in the true love's knot
The trees perceive his soul
Do not detain him long

Dear little animal dark-eyed and small
Caring for your fur with pointed paws
This hawk of truth is swift and flies with a still cry
A small sweetmeat to the eyes of night

O dandelion be thou thine
Reflecting the sun in sexual glory
In every-changing tongues
The every-changing story

The book, man, bird, woman, serpent, sea, sun
Blessed O blessed are they of the air
Your eyes are the eyes
Of the glad land
Ye twelve that will enter the seasons

The great ship, the ship of the world
Long time sailing
Mariners, mariners, gather your skills

Jesus and Hitler and Richard the Lion Heart
Three kings and Moses and Queen Cleopatra
The Cobbler, the maiden
The mender and the maker
The sickener and the twitcher
And the glad undertaker
The shepherd of willows
The harper and the archer
All sat down in one boat together
Troubled voyage in calm weather.

--
Greatest Friend

The greatest friend I have in life
Has brought me here to dwell
Awhile among your green green hills
All by the watery well
The water from that wondrous well
Has made my eyes to see
And loosed my tongue to sing with joy
That such a griend can be
The greatest friend I have in life
Was hidden long from me
Above the mountains cold and wide
Beneath the sacred tree
That sacred tree whose bark I touched
Whose leaves did tell to me
The ancient tales that made me sure
My friend would come to me

My greatest friend a song has given
To sing where I may go
To sing among the green green hills
And where the waters flow
The waters from that wondrous well
That made my eyes to see
And made my mind to ever show
My greatest friend to me.

--
The Son of Noah's Brother

Many were the lifetimes of the Son of Noah's brother
See his coat the ragged riches of the soul

--
Lordly Nightshade

Captured by Hitler with Oliver Twist in the tower
Guards say here's pens and paper just sit down and work for an hour
O, Goodness, how can we escape? but it's not worthwhile
All I can do is smile.

Down gallons of glandular corridors of the dark castle
The pompous old bellman is tolling one bell
At bathtime the hippies in chains they are crossing the hall
Where Hitler is making his new film about it all
We slip trough a pew and escape but I just don't know
All I can do is grow


Tell me more, what then

Down Main Street I go on a duffel-coat hoping instead
For a little room, yawn, I'm so tired with this big bag of coal on my
head
It's a top hat I'm trying to sell or a lesson to learn
Vaguely seeking some fire to burn

While a group of middle-aged persons with dwarfish expressions and
tinned conversations in Sunday blessed blue
Standing around for a photograph, watch the cuckoo
Do you need any coal? But it doesn't appear that they do
Then I offered my throat to the wolf but I just can't die
All I can do is fly

Safe and secure in the skirts of the midsummer wood
Cooking soup with stale words and fresh meanings it tastes so good
The green wolf with his bunch of red roses is slinking away
All on a summer's day.

--
The Mountain of God

"Behold the mountain of the Lord in latter days shall rise"

"Hark, the herald angels sing"

"Hush, hush, whisper who dare, Christopher Robin is saying his
prayers"

"Do ye not fly as clouds and as doves to your windows
Who serve as the shadow and the example of heavenly things"

"As Moses was admonished of God as he was making the Tabernacle
See that ye do all things according to the pattern shown you on the
high mountain."

"Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be
World without end
Amen."

--
Cousin Caterpillar

My cousin has great changes coming
One day he'll wake with wings

Cousin Caterpillar, seven pairs of legs for you
Cousin Caterpillar, can you tell me what they do?

Well, all that I can say
Is that they seem to help some way
To pull my little body along

Well first I didn't know their use
But worrying you only lose
So I said I love you and I love what you do
Come on do your thing

Cousin Caterpillar, white and silky threads for you
Cousin Caterpillar, can you tell me what they do?

My cousin as you see
Takes his changes easily
O happy we
Could we take each change so easily
Then all that we could say
Is that it would seem to help some way
To pull our little bodies along
So we say I love you and I love what you do
Come on do your thing

--
The Iron Stone

A long wind a weaving mind
Over all the land the wild flowers grow,
Echoing kind to kind
On that day when I found the iron stone
Heavy in my hand in the sloping rain
Ever the seas rolled on and o'er my heart
They roofed their slates of grey

The iron stone I found it on that day

The iron stone I brought it home
Heavy in my hand I brought it home
Black as the thoughts of doom
A man told me it came from the moon
Flying through time it flew
Upon the long beach where I found it
Dancing horses told their tale
Among the stones it called me
There my hand it knew
Seeing in the thickness of the thick black sight
Forests and centaurs and gods of the night
Never that sun shone on
Where high Atlantis raised her shores
How sang the dragons of the sea

Love paints the carts with suns for wheels
The jester's bauble, cap and bells
The brave, perhaps, Mustachio
Sir Primalform Magnifico
The dragon me with golden toes
And golden fire my flaming nose
And memories, memories

My cave was bright with sulky gems
That paled the stars like diadems
Silver lost and buried gold
Such was my home in days of old.

--
Douglas Traherne Harding

When I was born I had no head
My eye was single and my body was filled with light
And the light that I was, was the light that I saw by
And the light that I saw by, was the light that I was

And many's the time that I've passed by the river
And saw no tollman and needed no ferryman to cross
And I enjoyed the world aright
For the sea itself floweth
And warm I was and crowned.

But one day walking by the river
I met a tollman with an angry face
And many's the time I passed through his tollgate
And paid no silver and paid no fee
But rather I did hide my sheep and goats under the bags of oatmeal
And cold I was, no crown did I wear

But if you're walking down the street
Why don't you look down to the basement
And sitting very quietly there is a man who has no head
His eye is single and his whole body also is filled with light

And the streets are his and all the people
And even the temples and the whole world
And many's the time he walks to the river
And seeing the ferryman and seeing the tollman
The light within him leaps to greet them
For he sees that their faces are none but his own

One light, the light that is one though the lamps be many

You never enjoy the world aright
"Till the sea itself floweth
In your vein and you are clothed
With the heavens and crowned with the stars"

--
The Circle Is Unbroken

Seasons they change while cold blood is raining
I have been waiting beyond the years
Now over the skyline I see you're travelling
Brothers from all time gathering here
Come let us build the ship of the future
In an ancient pattern that journeys far
Come let us set sail for the always island
Through seas of leaving to the summer stars

Seasons they change but with gaze unchanging
O deep eyed sisters is it you I see?
Seeds of beauty ye bear within you
Of unborn children glad and free
Within your fingers the fates are spinning
The sacred binding of the yellow grain
Scattered we were when the long night was breaking
But in the bright morning converse again.

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Changing Horses

--
Big Ted

--
White Bird

--
Dust Be Diamonds

--
Sleepers, Awake!

--
Mr. and Mrs.

--
Creation

Douglas Brick / dbrick@kom.net
Wed Jul 26 05:30:56 PDT 2017