Sliding down the front seat
As your car zooms
Trapped in a small room
Hope to be out soon
Step outside now
And feel the blood move
Swim in a current
Filled with your own pull

Shake shake shake over your body
Charge the message straight through you
Send back the wind
Trap it in a box and 
Sail sail sail sail sail sail

Pry out the static
From your right ear
Sit in the silence 
Sounds fade and disappear
Dig that sweet song
From rough earth
And sing to me
Let it fill you
Oh so deeply 

Shake shake shake over your body
Charge the message straight through you
Send back the wind
Trap it in a box and
Sail sail sail sail sail sail  

Shake shake shake over your body
Charge the message straight through you
Send back the wind
Trap it in a box and
Sail sail sail sail sail sail

Sail

Behaving

Lovely Day

Glass Ball

Paint it Dry

Tikun

In a far off land, as the crow cooed, a youngling was born. Unlike most spirits of the land his did not rise into the trees, but sunk below. The wee babe would have died had it not been for the kindness of a burrowing mole, who found a hollowed stick and stuck it in the ground for the boy to breathe. Soon the boy realized if he poked holes in the stick and covered different ones as he blew, a beautiful sound would emerge out of the ground. Villagers from a nearby town began to hear the lovely music and flocked to hear the soothing sounds. They name this meadow of music Fair Laren. Eventually the villagers found the stick that was the source of the sound and had to see where it led. When they dug up the boy he had grown into a man and was delighted to meet people of kindred spirits. They took him to their village, where he lived in merriment thenceforth. Although he never returned to his hole, the songs forever enchanted the land of Laren and brought joy to the little village. I share these songs with you now.