Abyss Of Agony (Instrumental)

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Global Freeway

The View From Above

No Reason

As the rain keeps pouring down
I can't stop myself from feeling
As the wind blows all astray
I can't find my way

As sound of love is gone
As you told me to be free
As the smell of fear arrives

I close my eyes

1 - I close my eyes to see, the power in me
2 - I close my heart, to make sure it never falls apart
3 - I close my ears to hear, my own symphony
4 - close my creation, to live in my own imagination

No reason to cry

As the storm comes rollin' in
I can't handle these emotions
As the taste of pain appear
I don't want you near

As the voice of faith i lost
N' As you told me to belive
As the scent of spirit flies
I close my eyes

1 - I close my eyes to see, the power in me
2 - I close my heart, to make sure it never falls apart
3 - I close my ears to hear, my own symphony
4 - close my creation, to live in my own imagination

No reason to cry
No reason to cry
No reason to cry

No Reason

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade
By David Husted

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade Sun Drops    
Melting on an ocean's horizon   

I Wipe the mud from my knees
over madness
The windows are weeping as I lay dreaming 
Of stranded Islands
Empty and stripped clean


Ohhh… Your corners curve like lemonade
Zoo keepers  open up in their cages 
Bubble gum wrappers floating flames flickering orange    
We're  Basking in an almost; Ireland and Italy in Brooklyn

V2
Einstein and Heisenberg in parliament
Embers proliferating magic
Thriving through the time fields sucking information from the cosmos
Our very constitutions dust and water; 
Gold and oil on the alter now;  be a ghost to this chatter
Plot our lives in advance,……….     Of the rising sands

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Ohhh… Your corners curve like lemonade
Zoo keepers  open up in their cages now
Bubble  gum wrappers floating flames flickering orange    
We're  Basking in an almost; Ireland and Italy in Brooklyn

Bridge

We will not Run
We will not run   

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The Chorus has a psychedelic vibe to it but with its own unique twists and turns.  I tried not to box myself into corners with my lyrics and used a very open ended process to my word smithing.  I felt know need to present you anything too "air-tight" in terms of story or arrangement.  This is what I love about song writing. I toss up ideas (the crazier the better) and see what happens.  Once I have a kaleidoscope of working pieces I gently mold them into forms that contain loose tendrils of cohesiveness and meaning but only just barely.  This is one of those song's I created with no preconceptions or creative borders and I just let my mind go where it wanted to.  Sometimes this works and sometimes it is a disaster.  In this case I arrived at something I liked enough to share with you.  

Never mind that Dave, what is the song about?  

It has something to do with the excruciating beauty of a sunrise.  It has something to do with love.  It has something to do with how quickly time moves forward.  It has something to do with how impermanent everything really is (including us).  It has something to do with how lucky we are to be the tiniest spark of a flame witnessing this miracle before us for the most minuscule parenthesis in time.  It has something to do with stepping out of my self imposed cage, and yet not running away and hiding.  It has something to do with staring this beautiful, wild catastrophe of existence right in the face and enjoying the ride.   Far Out Dude. Now go put your favorite tie dye shirt on, grab a cup a coffee and listen to my song : )!   Groovy Man…..Will Do!  

May your corners curve like lemonade.

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade

Lothlorien

Vocal music & Lyrics by REKHA https://soundcloud.com/rekha-iyern-fe
Music & all instruments, production by Jan Schonander @thegats

FELINE FEVER

You are my prized possession
My one and only obsession
I'm never gonna give you up
Give you up
Oh-No not me
No-No

You are my true desire
My boy flamin' fire
You're the only one who brings on
This high feline-fever in me

And when the lights go down at night
I'm gonna put my naughty on strong
Well it's what you want
I'm gonna make you sweat
Til' you can't sweat no more

Cuz' Y-O-U Baby
Are makin' me wild and crazy
You know how to turn your woman on
Without even tryin'

Cuz' Y-O-U Honey
Are makin' me wild and crazy
Your boy flamin'-fire 
Turns me right on
So goo-ood

It's in the way you walk
It's in the way you talk
Ahn, it's in the way you dress 
You know it messes with my head
It messes with my head

It's in the way you look at me
Gazin' all so prettily
Baby you're turnin' it on
You're turnin' it ah-on
Wo-Oh...Oh

You are my Baby
I need you to make me wild and
Wild and crazy Baby, Darlin', Honey Bun

Cuz' Y-O-U Baby
Are makin me wild and crazy
You know how to turn your woman on 
Without even tryin' now

Feline Fever

Feline Fever | REKHA & TheGat(s)

ALTAR OF GOLD

When we crossed that river
we were desperatos for sure.
We had our six-shooting guns 
and our jingle-jangle spurs.

There weren’t one among us
that hadn’t done time.
There weren’t one among us
without gold on his mind.

We rode into Guatalupe
without a sound
to the church of San Pedro
in the centre of town.

If I told you our plan
your blood would run cold,
the altar of the church
is made of solid gold.

A procession with flowers
at high noon,
a wedding procession,
a bride and a groom.

With them angels watching
from high above,
us desperatos laughed
in the face of love.

Like a herd of of long-horns
we made our stampede,
driven by madness
and blinded by greed.

When the bells tolled
I knew I was done,
the Padre with the cross
he pulled out a gun.

The altar shone
in the sacred dark,
a shot rang out
and echoed through my heart.

Instead of a wedding,
a funeral they had.
Things had gone 
from good to bad.

In the square, the Padre blessed
this desperato’s dance of death.
As I marched where ya can’t come back
the sky went dark and the sun went black.

I sing this song,
from the grave
a warning from beyond, 
your soul to save.

When we crossed that river
heading back from town
those desperatos left me 
lying on the ground.

The View From Above

ChrisTerry