What of the ones the madness touched?
I could not touch them all
what of the desperate indian?
he makes a monkey for us all
and if her dreams are full of signs and passions underneath
yet those dreams sustain
the welfare of your enemy
Bring me a list of who has strayed
and say how much they knew
bring the head of a general
and tell me it wasn't you
bring this day our daily bread
we might believe it's true
yet in your deeds sustain
the welfare of your enemy
how many times has it all gone over the deep end
out of step out of time and out of reasons...
words and music by D. Schramm
Thrill to the unforseen lances of fortune
laugh when I tell you in so many words
cry as you see me fading behind you
look to the earth and the wide silver sky
the cycle of days like the games a child plays
dawn flavored wishes your starlight is sunlight
the lamplight grows fainter your fuel will run low
noon harsh light colors the daylight so forceful
the graves that you dig are the fields that you sow
the cycle of days like the games a child plays
words by Tony Rubin, music by D. Schramm
How many lives in future falter,
On their way a sorrow's blow?
How many rode a heavenly rhythm
Straight and true, as the angels do?
What kind of words do they use to find it?
What's the worry of a simple man?
Who put the sign in the book of angels?
Is that you - who they're singing to?
words and music by D. Schramm
I've heard about your wild life
and the drinking you have done.
I've heard about your women
and the parties you crawled from.
you've no memory of the times we had
so you're talking to me poor
just shut your eyes - I'll say no more
You think you understand yourself
all your laughter and your lies
you think that all you need is wealth
you won't have to compromise
but you'll find when it's all yours
you'll be talking to me poor
just shut your eyes - I'll say no more
In the dark of the night you'll be on your own
With the setting of the sun in the great unknown
If your greatest wish, to be left alone...
You're looking back through all those years
back at everything you've done
you've turned to face the growing dusk
but you're blinded by the sun
you could be sitting here in splendor
but you're talking to me poor
just shut your eyes - I'll say no more
words by Tony Rubin and D. Schramm, music by D. Schramm
"If I remember correctly, Tony and I wrote this one back in 1972 or so. In our youth."...Dave
We set ourselves against the wind a line into the sea
Secretly they're gathering with silence in their soul
There's silence in their soul it's there to see.
A motion turned the company, commotion turned their heads
and fit a vision with what they see to meet the road head on
To meet the road head on the soul to see,
It's a wonder.
Say all you want to be free
You will end up in between.
The season of the rain has come - it washes over me
In the sky above the sea the stars are all the same
Yeah, the stars are all the same for you and me.
A minor in a passion play, a soldier in her scene
She wonders who her father is, he's fallen on his knees
yeah, he's fallen on his knees, a stranger still,
is her father.
Say all you want to be free
You will wind up in between.
We set ourselves against the wind a line into the sea
Secretly they're gathering with silence in their soul
There's silence in their soul - it's there to see.
The season of the rain has come - it washes over me.
In the sky above the sea her darkness ain't the same
No, her darkness ain't the same as yours and mine,
it's much wider.
words and music by D. Schramm
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01 june 04