Spells Cast in Air
This world and all there is to talk about
Might change your mind
Wellness foretold
Spells cast in air
No crime can be undone from what it is
Night pales in kind
Time stops, time breaks
Wild eyed, beauty of cold circumstance
I’ve disappeared
Wind weeps, wind cries
Spells cast in air
Ten miles, trees have fallen by the way
Fire’s in my brain
Fingers long to point
Spells cast in air
Reach in, extract a still warm beating heart
Blood so slick it swirls
We’ll wake the vicar now
Spells cast in air
Spells cast in air
Spells cast in air
Spells cast in air


Spells Cast In Air

This is my newest tune that I stopped working on, to pass on to you. The first Bohemian Slump song. Take it away, Dina!

New Bohemian Slump Idea

My Own Light Divine

There are things we remember
There are things that we know
Ten years spent down under
And at last I’ve seen snow
And I dream of soft beaches
Under blankets of white
I am there with my true love
My own heart’s delight
Ten years, I spent a rambling
Steady swimming in wine
I was mired in delusions
My own light divine
I spoke with the tortoise
And I ran with the hare
All through the dark forests
With whence I found there
So blue are my skies now
So wide are my eyes now
So straight is the path now
Never ceasing to roam

My Own Light Divine

A Sharon Van Etten song. I love to sing it, even though much rehearsal is necessary to manage those sweeps and swells.



I Wish I Knew (cover)

Golden Neighborhood

In my golden neighborhood
No place would I rather be
Even days when skies are gray
There’s singing birds in every tree
Even days when I made merry
The golden sun shines down on me
Even when the sun’s away
The moon shines, makes those nights like day
And all the town’s folk laugh and say
God save my love, my golden neighborhood
For, people come and people go
Never will they leave their home
For, the came when they were born
And go when God do take them
In my golden neighborhood
Nowhere is there grief, but glee
Spent here years, nay, all my life
And I spent the years here happily
Even when the days are long
They’re lit with laughter and filled with song
Even when the winds blow strong
No two days are same, and I’m seldom wrong
Like pastures in heaven where we belong
God save my love, my golden neighborhood
For, people come and people go
Never will they leave their home
For, the came when they were born
And go when God do take them


Golden Neighborhood

Godbotherings

Can you tell me one thing?
What good is God if you have questions?
And he doesn’t answer?
Is it the wrong,
Questions that I’m asking…
Of the everlasting?
And if so,
What questions are required?
For they never tire.
And if the answers are the questions…
Are these actions consequences,
That pave the way?
(verse is repeated and finishes with an alternate chorus)

(ALT CHORUS – borrowed in part from Lal Waterson’s “Red Wine and Promises)
I just can’t get a grip on the ground
I’m upside down (the right way ‘round)
And I’m floating away
