Progressive funk rock by the Dragonsail Puppets

Frog Prog

Generous Sun

Rhythm Of The Rain

Leprechaun Boots And A Tutu

Glory Come Down

A lovely bright thing on a stormy night
Entered into heaven which was not polite
"You came too soon" said the palace shade
"You flower and fruit and then you fade"

You fly too soon you fly too high
You know your life is standing by
Go work your clay and get ready for the way
Of stone and sky

Stone and sky

To be a lovely thing on slender wing
Or a horned god prowling for prey
In a thrashing fit to do the big fat "It"
While every way we go is pain

You wake to pain you wake to gray
And wonder how you came this way
You serpent bird - too low too high
For stone and sky

Stone and sky

(Too low, honey... Too high... Don't you know how to fly?)

A little bright light in a stormy sky
Scanning hell to heaven with the serpent's eye
And the bird's wing - "that's the only way
Bright young thing", said the shade

You crawl and fly you crawl and fly
You move according to the signs
You move it in the middle way
Of stone and sky

Stone and sky

Stone And Sky

All the way to it
All the way down to it
Down to it through the maze
I may have to loosen even more stays
All the way to it
All the way down to it

I may be amazed as we go down 
About all the erosion wanna take out my ground

How do I keep my stature in the washing of the rivers of my blood?
How do I hold on to the mud?
How do I hold on?
How do I hold out?
What's all this slipping about?

What do I sink my roots into?
In the stream of my mind
Trying to ply more time

I may be amazed at the nature of my water
Dirtier than I reckon it oughta
Lord I try to keep it clean
Lord I try to keep the sheen
At least the surface is clear
But the bottom, Lord!
But they tell me now

I don't have to make it deeper
I don't have to make it higher
I don't have to make it stronger
I don't have to make it brighter
But I do. Yes I do
I don't have to make the water run
I don't have to hang the moon out at night
I don't have to beg the sun to show its ass out in sight
I just gotta journey to the end
All the way to it
All the way down to it

I may be amazed as we go down
To see how many love the gloom
More than the sun and the sand
And many tell me out of the gloom is where the world began
But you can have it
And many tell me out of the storm is how the world be formed

I may be amazed at the nature of my water
Dirtier than I reckon it oughta
Lord, I try to keep it clean
Lord, I try to keep it bright
But there's forces out of my control messing up my sight
But they tell me now

I don't have to make it deeper
I don't have to make it higher
I don't have to make it stronger
I don't have to make it brighter
But I do. Yes I do
I don't have to make the water run
I don't have to hang the moon out at night
I don't have to beg the sun to show its ass out in sight
I just gotta journey to the end
All the way to it
All the way down to it

Journey To The End

Feel the eyes hear the cries
Feel the eyes upon you hear the cries inside you
Demon here demon there
This ain't no time to be scared
Your hands have got to grip the hedges
Your feet stay firm on the bridges
It's you who chose to journey alone
Why couldn't you just stay home?

If you aim your desire
You could live by your own fire
Even when your spirits draw away
Hear them shaking in the grass
Can you feel them watching you as you pass?
The tiny voice that soothes is coming from you

Fear the night fear the day
The dead or the living when they pass your way
Demon here demon there
Everywhere

If you aim your desire
You could live by your own fire
Even when the spirits leave you lone
Remember long ago
What you already know
What you already know
Your way home

Demon here demon there
Don't be scared. Stay aware
You gotta stay clear. You gotta stay bold
Hands and feet gotta hold
Demon teams demon dreams
Woven out of the moonbeams
Voicing from below in echo

Carve a sigil cast a bone
Make an altar of a stone
Call to the beast beyond the foam
A gentle hand, a knowing eye, a loving tone

Feel the eyes hear the cries
Feel the eyes upon you hear the cries inside you
Demon in the heat. Demon on repeat
Why didn't you just stay home?
Now you're just all about the sight
Of the towns at the foot of the mountain
With their beckoning lights

Demon teams demon dreams
They called you out again
Now your hands have got to hold
Your legs have got to stand
Feel the eyes hear the cries
The howling of the beast
You're the howling in the peaks
You are the beast you seek

Echo Demon

The Deep is the seventh album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

Bubble Up

T Time

Somebody Like You

MIST AND MOSS

Somewhere it might be enough to dream
But not here obviously
Here everything's lush and mossy, toothy
Ripening to your touch
To renew or undo you totally or piece by piece
Serpent man would you dove-tail it down now?
Would you undo you?
Fade into the past
Find the something you lost?
Before the colors washed clear and we named the beasts
Patterns crossed with open wings
Now a sure height and a clear dive from it
Might take you all the way straight down...

Pushing in pushing in only to rush right off
Into the mist and moss
At the appointed time
You might try to cut the line tuck tail and fly
Let the hooks loose
Let the sun pass through
Drift again on a beam
Somewhere where the dream is enough
No cost
You answer only to mist and moss
You're lacking possibility in this land of economy
In the middle of a hole tomorrow
You might find your rest
Twirling on a tip post to post
Spinning on aimless...

Draped in black, moss on your crack
Still breathing hard from the last big swell
The doors opened and you fell through
And now you're here
You lost your depths you washed clear
Washed clear into the light
Sailing into the harbor in plain sight
Step out into the spring
Hover low in the cling
Search out into the distance
Watch the shadows in the blue fade
In some ways the world's a shaping shape
In some ways it's already made
The darkness illumined now
You see the moss and teeth
The mystery of the free...

(Somewhere
Where the dream is enough)...

Mist & Moss

STORM SEED

Storm seed ...

Beginning is easy. Just latch on and cling
The sky is complete
And it's pressing in on you and me...

You're sown or you're scattered
But you've grown in the end so it doesn't matter
You'll cling till you fling
A crop where you drop...

You grow and you hone
Scattered or sown
Latch on and cling until you fling
Until you fling and drop...

You had to begin. You blew in with the wind
Grow where you're scattered
Sink into matter
You had to begin
It's easy...

Storm Seed

BONE AND JELLY

I'm living under the dome of flesh, my bone and jelly are home to me
But there's a part of me that dreams of another zone
And I don't think I'm alone in this...

Who wants to fly free in the sky? (I do)
Be the evidence of light on high (That's me too)
Even the hopping toad on the pond and the stones imagines another fate 

Who wants to travel like light through space?  (Hit me up)
Anyone feeling an empty place? Fill up the cup
Even the toad in the mud waiting for meat on wings fantasizes beyond the wait

Who wants to move with the Dragonsail?
Many years I've been under the spell
There's no incentive to move until moving is the only way and you've lost the option to stay

Who wants to ride that wave? (I do)
Live for the motion and the spray. (That's me too)
Feed the hungry belly like bone and jelly feed the hungry sea

I'm living under the dome of flesh and bone
My bone and jelly are home to me
But there's another zone calling low of another life living high
Another part of me is living light across the sky

I'm living under the dome of flesh and bone
My bone and jelly are home to me
My bone and jelly I know
Through bone and jelly I go floating in space
Anyone else feeling an empty place?

Bone & Jelly

SNAKE AND BIRD

So how'd it happen?
How'd that dragon find its way?
Well it could be the dynamic was truly spermatic
The power gets jammin when bones set to rammin
The power leaves its lair, rises high into the air 
one and one now making two 
and with some luck through the action
of fermentational putrefaction 
the mix falls to rest in the mesh of the nest

The dragon is a serpent set apart by her wings
From the Old world to the New world
She's here there and everywhere
And it's not like Europe and the Middle East
And India and Asia all got together
And said "I know let's make a freak
With scales and feathers and a fiery crest
And 300 eyes. Let's make it a contest
See who can make the ugliest ass freakingest creature you've ever seen from coast to coast
See who can scare the children the most"...

Then some just drew him as a big long snake
But then others said "naw that don't take"
So they gave him stubby reptile legs
Or chunky bird or tiger legs
Sometimes two and sometimes four
With one big head, no, two or three
More room for 300 eyes you see...
And then they had to make him fly
So they looked up to the sky
And with their Googles scanning far
They surely saw him in the stars
Big Dipper made the body and a wing
And the other wing came from the bear
And the tail pooched out
And the head pooched out
Now, I know y'all think I make up shit
But there's folks who see him up there to this day
All up there on display
They do...

They reel, they wheel
The snake and the bird
Together forever
The portal of heaven
The cave of creation
The reel they wheel
The snake and the bird...

I must admit all de facto
That I relate to the draco
I've seen my fiery fate on the Babylonian gates
Carved in pictographs and painted on Chinese vases
My forehead all bejeweled and framed in fiery mane
But how'd the sky's favorite daughter become a creature of the water?
Leviathan, ye who spray the fire of the seas!
Well it could be the dynamic was truly spermatic
The power of the fish got sent and mixed with the power of the serpent
The power left the lair and rose high into the air
One and one now making two in the swirl of the whirlpool
The mix fell to rest in the mesh of the nest
Split the eggs of the eagles
And out flew snakes with wings
Reptiles of the air
But the fish was still all up in there
So some fell to the seas
Became the whales of the seas
The great whales, so you see
So you see how mythology can truly mess your mind
But I divine
That all that is produced could never be set loose without the word
It has to be called out
And it has to be heard

The fish, the word, the snake and the bird

Snake & Bird

Great Wing is the ninth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

GREAT WING  
  
This breeze seems from a wing  
Drop your plans  
Leave it to circumstance  
The tiny accumulate to create the great  
He'll be done by tomorrow  
  
The great give way  
Impressions in clay  
Stars rupture and pieces spray  
Suddenness is consistent when it manifests as openness  
And new greatness from pieces pressed  
But what has that to do with you  
Clutching feathers  
Holding it all together while giving way  
  
Pieces drop  
Demands are spoken in the tone of prayer  
For the great to repair  
The tiny tearing away  
  
Moistened wind  
Illusory spinnings  
What have they for you  
Work of a star  
Invisible wing spanning far  
He'll be done by tomorrow  
  
Silence explodes far away  
Here today  
Heavy weight has been dragged through the snow  
Musical wind plays the reeds  
Great wing opens storm on the keys  
Long and dipping lean and light  
Into night in driving rain  
Wonder how much of this pain should be embraced  
And when should be flight  
  
Ranging wide in span  
A crafting hand lost to sight  
Drawing between the points of light

Great Wing

Great Wing is the ninth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

BULBS  
(Instrumental)

Bulbs

Great Wing is the ninth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

RITUAL  
  
We stay steady for a while  
Getting our bearings mile by mile  
Soon temptation grows so great  
We're not likely to pace without weight tonight  
  
Rope off the room downstairs  
Dungeon demons drift the air perfumed  
And the wicked laughter in the room  
  
But we soon understand there's emptiness in our hands  
And we train our sights on the light  
  
We stay steady for a while  
Letting the light guide us mile by mile  
Soon temptation rocks our world  
The shell cracks open to sport the pearl  
  
But we soon leave the dark with emptiness in our hearts  
And we train our sights on the light  
  
We stay steady in our bent  
All our options seem to narrow in descent  
  
Seems temptation holds a clock  
Scans the sheep for a soul to rock  
Time after time  
  
We want to be radiating outward upward spreading arms  
Free to be, free to feed  
But free from harm  
Can we get it?  
  
Now temptation holds a wedge  
Says it can get us what we want without tripping us over the edge  
  
Rope off the room downstairs  
Dungeon demons drift the air perfumed  
And the knowing laughter in the room  
  
But we soon understand we've been duped once again  
But it seems there's something coming clear  
  
We stay steady but we know  
That discipline and purity's just part of the show  
When temptation rocks the space  
It won't wreck the place  
Because we know how to pace  
  
Who let this joker in  
We let this joker in  
And now we're dealing with it

Ritual

Great Wing is the ninth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

HOT POT  
  
Juicy and strange and stewing up all derangement  
The world's a hot pot  
The ever-brewing world's a hot pot  
Deliriously taken by the hot pot  
Imperiously shaken by the hot pot  
The ever-brewing hot pot  
The hot pot, the hot pot  
  
Even the fact we're flying is insignificant  
Likewise the golden tapestries  
The falling confetti  
Because the world is a hot pot  
Don't uncover the lid  
You'll be out on the skid  
Stay here in the hot pot  
  
Juicy and strange all manner of interchange and exchange  
The world's a hot pot  
The ever-brewing world's a hot pot  
Gravy and oil in the hot pot  
Bubble and boil in the hot pot  
The ever-brewing hot  
The hot pot, the hot pot  
  
Taking you in like a lover  
Then dropping you down to the bottom and you have to recover  
That's the nature of our trouble  
That's the way the bubbles bubble  
  
Even the fact we're flying is insignificant  
Likewise the swelling surge of Leviathan  
Because the world is a hot pot  
And some will try to jump out  
And soon they'll see that there's no doubt  
We're all entangled thrashing about  
  
Juicy and stewing in the hot pot  
Bubbling and brewing in the hot pot  
Keeping the cover on the hot hot pot  
Your mother's stewing in the hot pot  
Daddy's brewing in the hot pot  
Leviathan in the hot pot  
Any way he can in it  
Oh the heat  
And the swirling world of meat  
  
Add the salt. Add the lime  
Swell into vapor but not till the next time

Hot Pot

Great Wing is the ninth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

ANCIENT INDUSTRIAL  
(Instrumental)

Ancient Industrial

Great Wing is the ninth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

SIFTER  
  
You brought him in, your darker self  
You're coming into a light new to both of you  
Something lost approaches you now  
You were blind to the view before  
(Hide bound, body bound)  
Sip it up now. Sip it sip it  
Sip it up now. Lap it up now  
Put it through the sifter later on  
  
Whisper drifting to your ear  
No words needed. They never wash clear  
Given vine to climb the wall of time.   
Feel the rib cage pressing in  
Given time to climb down to the root and back up again  
  
All it takes is a little brush on the cheek and a whisper and you choose  
Night cry be the guide of you  
Your blood in surge in search of you  
The you beyond your view  
You're given time to come alive in it  
Just try to survive in it  
  
You've got to give up and in a little for your soul to thrive  
Beyond the blight below the spheres of light  
What waits by day to jerk you away from the gleaming bait that would snag your vertebrae  
Maybe nothing. We've barely a clue  
Maybe it's always been up to you  
  
Whisper drifting to your ear  
No words heeded after the beast appears  
Given just enough rope to climb  
Given just enough hope to believe in time  
  
All it takes is a little brush on the cheek  
And a whisper and you choose  
Something's searching to carry you  
You might object and try to resist  
But then you mount the fins and sail away in bliss  
Feeling the surge of Leviathan  
All the way around  
  
In search of the you beyond your view  
The roll of your deep in your own heat  
Now you take the reins of Leviathan  
Who reigns in the seas and shores up the leads  
In reality it's we we climb  
Climb our bones to reach the sky  
  
Sip it up now. Sip it sip it  
Sip it up now and later on  
Maybe I can tell you what we've done

Sifter

Great Wing is the ninth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

SPRING MENACE  
(Instrumental)

Spring Menace

Great Wing is the ninth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

COPPERHEAD SPHINX   
  
Sitting here, clock ticking  
Listening to my will  
Never still  
Known by feeling  
  
Never lonely. Never filled  
Never still is the copperhead  
No ornament to rouse the kill  
Or unnecessary vertebrae  
Parcels of flesh trapped in the mesh await  
  
All it takes is a little brush on the cheek  
Hot breath on the neck and a whisper and you choose  
Night cry be the guide  
Aphids bend the leaf  
Lured to the stretch of the green sea  
  
Copperhead Sphinx your riddle makes silence  
Flow into the fields and over all the stones  
In the listening is discovery  
Uncovering  
  
Never lonely. Never filled  
Never still is the copperhead  
His blood in search of you  
The surge of you into view  
  
Dispassionate action as he combs through bones  
To strike the heart  
Strike the mark  
Reduce the fever to chill  
  
Never empty. Never filled  
Never still is the copperhead  
Always a boil in it's coil  
Never a chink in its will  
  
Parcels of slow ambling flesh propping up swelling excess await  
  
What waits here suspended to jerk you away  
From the gleaming bait that would snag your vertebrae  
At first you resist but then you desist  
Imagining a scene of bliss  
  
Parcels in transit dragging their weight  
Bulges and buckles and barnacles  
They're looking back and all around in pain  
One of them is sure to trip and fall on the present terrain  
  
Never lonely. Never filled  
Never still is the copperhead  
His blood in search of you  
Drawing you into view  
  
Never wasteful. Never cruel  
Always cool is the copperhead  
No memory to cloud the mind  
Purely an agent of time  
Gliding in silence and grace  
He waits

Copperhead Sphinx

Great Wing is the ninth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

SURGE   
Instrumental

Surge

Great Wing is the ninth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

RIPPLE (W. INVISIBILITY)  
  
Now soften to the ripple pattern  
Secret passages, imagined light  
Night chills, pure spirit  
Muses changing went out of sight  
We must bridge it. We must breathe in it  
We must allow it to only be  
It will tempt us. It will teach us  
Then it will leave us like anything free  
  
You will be as clean as slate  
You'll escape your body weight  
You'll move only out of necessity  
You'll be a ripple in the pattern  
The wind that shakes the reeds  
But you you you will not be seen  
You you you the calm inside the storm we feel  
Or you as the storm itself  
The movement of the wheel  
Remain even when you're gone  
A trace a stain. No more to gain  
All the things you'll be  
Remain a mystery

Ripple (With Invisibility)

Great Wing is the ninth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

GRUNT IN REPLY  
  
You're sticking to your bed  
Morning light crawling over your head  
Your head's been stuck in the throat  
And now you're a little bone dead  
You think you might like to find you so high?  
Rising on juices coursing through your meadow on a rock  
In a meadow with a sinking pit where your ass gets stuck  
You cross the Great River for the privilege of redemption or sublimation  
And now you're wet enough  
Great Spirit in disguise  
Great age has made him wise and blunt  
You give it all up  
You give loquacious perspicacity  
He gives a grunt  
  
All the colors run with their shadows trailing behind  
Flocks in copper and coal  
Flocks are flicking and pitching all manner of berries and nuts  
But you don't see the world around you with your mind zipped shut  
Limbs all tied together  
Because you're under the urge of a stranger  
You feel another further rhythm coming now  
Further rhythm ruffling fur  
Nothing low allowed to enter in  
All your concentrations on the ministrations of the dude in the center now  
Great Spirit in disguise  
Shield your eyes present it all to the front  
You give your prayer  
You take great care to stay aware of all that might be given there  
He gives a grunt  
  
All the colors run with their shadows trailing behind  
Feel the coursing lime in your knees  
Watch how the winds bend the trees  
Watch your feet as they kick around rocks and clumps and skeletons on the ground  
Dew bubbles up onto every pinpoint of the slowly turning wheel  
So many worlds that grow  
Many worlds to know  
One world with many worlds to know  
  
You're sticking to your bed  
Morning light crawling over your head  
Your head's been stuck in the throat  
Been stuck in the throat of a dream  
You think you might like to find you so high  
Rising on juices coursing through your meadow on a rock  
Almighty River leading to a pit where your ass gets stuck  
You crossed the Great River for it surely  
And now you're truly wet enough  
Great Spirit in disguise  
Demon tripping and dripping wet from the hunt  
You give it all up  
You give consideration and adulation  
And he gives a grunt  
  
Great Spirit in disguise realizes what you want with your stunt  
You give it all up  
Duplicity disguised as authenticity  
And he gives a grunt  
  
All the colors run with their shadows trailing behind  
Feel the gears of time grind your knees  
Hear the silence that greets your pleas  
Watch your feet as they slip around  
Slip and fall in the ruts of the eroding ground  
Dew bubbles up onto every pinpoint of the slowly turning wheel  
So many worlds that grow  
Many worlds to know  
One world with many worlds to know  
  
The vigil of the keeper, he's holding so much  
Only to discover he's been holding so much less than a little  
Great Spirit in disguise  
By definition unrecognized  
No voice provides definition  
No voice provides the shades  
The shades to soothe your eyes  
Looming in the gloom of the light  
He came to press and push  
Came to see what he might scare up out of the bush  
You're sticking to your bed  
You choose your scene  
Somewhere it might be enough to dream  
  
Silly damn fool beseeching the spirit  
Only to wipe the drool

Grunt In Reply

Ruts and Juts is the tenth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

WATER SPIDER

Water spider builds a bubble of air in the water weeds
Underwater keeps and sleeps the frozen seasons of the years away
Below the earth and the miracle of birth
Stirs in the spring following out the way
The bubbles meet, coagulate and cling for days

Down you go. You know you cannot appeal
So don't even try
Let the cable swing you wide
You've got the coolness on your cheek and the movement down
Scratching out surprise with grace on either side
Water spider can never be right or wrong
See the feet pull the fallen to the bubble
Local trouble and now

Down you go. You know you're falling in the flow
You know you're set to go to the tiny house below
They eat and sleep until the spring
Then the bubbles meet and cling

Water spider builders a bubble of air, a tiny house of moonlight
It's light in the center and dark on all sides
A tiny bell ringing in the night tide
And if the light is all you care to know
Dare to know
You must consider something freely came down below

Down below from up above
Something drifted down
Three two one
When it saw the sun

Down you go. You know you cannot appeal
So you won't even try
Cables long and swings you wide
Egg from the gutter spin and sputter with the press
I only know my own wilderness
Cable's long swings you wide to the deep to stay
Or to the surface to spin a trail into the wind
To carry you away

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Water Spider

Ruts and Juts is the tenth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

CHRYSALIS

By simple seeking of yourself by will applied 
You calcified
You keep the habit of the lime
History remained but long since dried
You came ashore you closed the door
Wiped off the mist but something persists

Your insides working out
Chrysalis
Your tag of lime dragging behind

You care to choose a side
What side would hide your gliding oozing out
Of the thin tight covering 
heavy haze hovering
With your insides working out

Insides working out
Chrysalis
Demon kissed working out funky bliss
Insides working out
Chrysalis
Your tag of lime dragging behind

I'm in your love
Another stone is rushing at the Earth
Your blistering primal birth
Your primitive tips meet the velvet strips

Send the water pane gently down to my face
Send the water pane gently down to me

I shade the bone awaiting a time that's not my own
Progenitor begin again
It's the nature of the earth to spin

Spinning out, spinning out the pupa

Now I'm boiling in sun 
Peripheries I cannot see
A film over the world and the skin of the wind stretching softly
It's the nature of a man to begin again
When it falls to the fan and he has to make a plan

Stop that sitting there. Shading the bone
Stop that sitting there. Shading the bone
Keep working out the demon chrysalis
Your tag of bone mist and demon kissed
Move out the dome work out the funky bliss
Move out the pupa. Drop the stupor

I'm in your love
Another stone rushing down
Meteor bone to crack the egg now
Now my eyes hold on to earth and sky and you
Cosmic turning joints to glue
Smack the dome 
release the water pouring in to anoint the face
Maybe leave a stone displaced
Maybe make room for a little green shoot of life to bloom

Maybe make a plan
The earth could bind us all here in arms of sand
Root us where we land
But everybody to a man would stand and tend
Command the world he would begin

Chrysalis

Ruts and Juts is the tenth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

NATURE OF ILLUSION

Now his eye beholds horizon's end
Earth and sky bend before his eye
It's the nature of illusion to entice
Now all the world is melting ice
And sweet confusion

I can see now stirring after centuries
All on its own

Now my eyes are feelers freed from time
They see where beauty has been assigned
They play on dissolution
Dissipation
But all these sensations are more than cloud and mist
More than a sage should be expected to resist
It's the nature of illusion to entice
To hold you while all of life is reaching its conclusions

Can't I pretend that I'm locked in the bend where horizons end
For it may well be home
Some dream has rolled this stone

Now my eyes hold on to earth and sky
Earth and sky blend before my eyes
It's the nature of illusion to soothe you
Smooth edges slip through

Now my eyes are feelers freed from time
New worlds to host when the lids are closed
It's the nature of confusion to fall away
In the light of a new day

It's the nature of illusion to hold you while all of life is reaching
While all of life is slipping through

Nature Of Illusion

Ruts and Juts is the tenth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

CURL YOU BACK TO THE CENTER

Now wrestle your way into day
Later to fade into the dark
The sequence of the tides holds the language of life

My body must have sent for you
Sometimes I like to rest I do
But it's a flare within the pattern

I'm ready now to straddle you and grapple with your wings
Curl you back to the center

Now we pluck the pedals off our fear
Even in fading, we're holding dear
We can always be mistaken
But as long as we're awakened

The breeze might be heavy on your eyes
Or light and free to spin away and die
What's lurking underneath that chosen pattern?

I'm ready now to straddle you and grapple with your wings
Curl you back to the center

Wise and wily and watching you
Or watching over you

Below the surface pounds and many have drowned
Half mentor half corralled I mount my mission
What in all its ecstasy would cry and sing
Until it made the valley ring?
Staring the movement down to matter

I'm ready now to straddle you and grapple with your wings
Curl you back to the center

I'm ready now
Skin skimming picks up pace
But if we sing under the shadow
Where everything remains by changing
Even the darkness can fade away

Each encounter is a tiny prod
A rise and fall and never really it at all
You lean in with a chosen face to shatter

I'm ready now to straddle you and grapple with your wings
Curl you back to the center

I'm ready now
Who's ready now?

Curl You Back To The Center

Ruts and Juts is the tenth studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

RUTS AND JUTS

Leap into one shape
Hidden by the cape
Whiskered and rubbery and weaseling in

Somewhere we fly or spin out into the wind
So pleased to find you
Who are you and what's to find?
That dream we left behind
That dream behind the blinds beyond our time
We fly or spin into the wind
To begin again

Into all the ruts and over all the juts
Over every pinnacle and into every cavity
And we are everything in between
We're being

That dream we left behind
That dream behind the blinds
Cat and man and snake and fish and cranny rat
We're leaping into one all growing from the same sun
Hunger blind. We live in time
We stalk from afar
We prey upon what we are
Hunger blind. We live in time
Divinity, depravity
Climb up to swoop down into the cavity

Somewhere we fly but not here in time
No why no why
More try

Into all the ruts and over all the juts
Over every pinnacle and into every cavity
Our time beyond being
Bristle in the bush at what needs your touch
Grease the pain and stain the clay
We're gristle and we're supreme
And we're everything in between

We're in the spin. We begin again

Cloudlessly we undergo an age in which we flow
Presume you were whatever framed your curiosity
That rounded form that glistening tip
Enabling you to enter in and be
Would that be any less than scoping out and stalking out 
Just reaching out to press

Somewhere we fly beyond our time

Is it victory?
It's close enough that we can now successfully lead roving bands through desert sands
How lucky we have thirst to share
Oasis is there
Though hidden til we find it
Pump sumped till we prime it
Move it beyond prayer
The mystery's aware but only of itself
Our pleas have all been shelved
So lucky we have arms and legs and claws
Subjected to only hidden laws

It's all in self-defense. There's nothing to confess
And no one to confess it to
How luckily we crave the light in the shade
How lucky we can save ourselves by forgetting why we came
How lucky we're stopped by the laws of the fever drops
It's almost as if there's something to bless
Even as we survive by the press

We spring up into the skies
Then sink into its depths
It's the mystery we're hunting
Sweaty raw and grunting
But a miracle nonetheless

Somewhere we fly
We're light and sound
We hold the world one movement down
No savage brain. No tips to pain
Begun again inside the spin we pace
To hold the world in place

Ruts And Juts

Welcome to the alternative reality that is the Dragonsail Puppets! We have a YouTube channel with cagey comedy and spirited music videos as well. Please feel free to check it out and join us on this party boat!

See their music videos and YouTube comedy series!:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVBel-tzj24Gj9QR8RTRpow

On Earth One, all of the music and lyrics are written by Dragonsail, aka Greg Hester. Likewise, all of the playing and vocal performances and recording and mixing are done by Dragonsail as well. But that's not as interesting as what's happening on Earth Two.

On Earth Two, these songs are created and performed by a scheming diva named Surrenda and her enthusiastic but clueless dog sidekick Bruce. Additional songwriting is provided by their septuagenarian feline keyboardist, Catatonia, and Onree - the sweet pup with the mean shaker. There's also some old geezers in the band who've been with Surrenda for a couple of decades who actually play real instruments, but they mostly loom in the shadows.

The range of styles in their music includes funk, psychedelia, hard rock, prog rock and disco, which they tear away at with whatever instruments and found objects they have stowed away with them aboard their ship, the Club Dragonsail.




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