You charismatic motherfucker
You walk into a room
And you steal the scene
You've got them eating 
Out the palm of your hand
But you're not trippin' about it

You're in control
But we like it
Take us where we want to go
Show us the way
Show us the way
Take us where we want to go
Show us the way
Show us the way

Every time you open your mouth
I don't know whether to laugh or cry
Your well-timed delivery always takes me by surprise 
You don't hold my hand but you understand

You're in control
But we like it
Take us where we want to go
Show us the way
Show us the way
Take us where we want to go
Show us the way
Show us the way

Don't know what it is about you
Maybe it's the way you challenge me
Maybe it's your general popularity
Maybe it's your strength and humanity

You're in control
But we like it
Take us where we want to go
Show us the way
Show us the way
Take us where we want to go
Show us the way
Show us the way
Show us the way
Show us the way


Show Us The Way

Oh wise mystery man, oh
You live in dreams and shadows, you live
Speak of ancient truths
That live where we cannot know
       
You are the self
You are the soul

And you see it in all
Those who long to be whole
And you see it in all
Those who long to be whole
And you see it in all
Those who long to be whole
And you see it in all
Those who long to be whole

You hear my dream, you hear 
And you know, that you don't know, you know
Understand that you 
Don't understand

You are the self
You are the soul

See it in all
Those who long to be whole
You see it in all
Those who long to be whole
You see it in all
Those who long to be whole
You see it in all
Those who long to be whole

Jung

An epic meditation on transitions.

Lyrics:

There aren't many words
That show us the way
To let go

For what words can fill
An empty office, a windowsill
Open stairs

Two transient green chairs
Oh, are they aching voids?
Or are they symbols?
Of the next step in the journey
The next step in the journey, yeah

I will miss you, yes
As you will miss me
Even though you never say it
Or if you say it every time that you see me

We all change and move 
And shift and grow
We all change and move 
And shift and grow

And as I go
I hope you know
Someday you too will go 
Our time is coming to a close

And as I pen this final page
I hope in my absence my garden grows

My garden grows
I hope in my absence my garden grows
I hope in my absence my garden grows


My Garden Grows

Hold It Together

Hold it together
Pieces drifting apart and splitting into smaller fragments
Hold it together
Shards they cut my fingers when I try to pick them up

Hold it together
I know the struggle will end but when 
Hold it together
I know the fight will end but when

Hold it together
Mystery of time is unknown
We don't know, I don't know, you don't know
I don't know 
But I try anyway 
You can get through it

Hold it together
I know the fight will end but when 
Hold it together
I know the fight will end but when
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We believe in the beautiful interconnection between music and therapy. Seed Crystal represents the birth of our attunement process, the sprouting and growing, the blossoming and flowing, the crystallization and formation. A seed crystal, the former seemingly more organic and natural, literally alive, feeding us oxygen and life, the latter solid rock, where we came from, star dust, inanimate and dead, translucent, though full of energy and light and color, growing inside itself, a smaller part for the whole. Synecdoche. A seed crystal is how honey is literally made. It is how we metaphorically formed and composed our songs. Thank you to everyone who made this record possible. A whole lot of love! Peace.

Hold It Together

One tune, and I'm in Santa Cruz
Puffpuffpassing, zooming to the moon
Riding an elevator that won't stop
Hearing the bell ding as we reach the top

Black moths racing on rainbows
We reached out and we felt the earth

Wet grass brushed our toes
While the smoke caressed my nose

Limited in our potential, we felt limitless potential
Driving through space, peering out the back window
As the stars shot over our heads
We wondered, where would we go?

Black moths racing on rainbows
We reached out and we felt the earth

Wet grass brushed our toes
While the smoke caressed my nose

We stood on a hill
Looking over all those vigilant lights
And wondered about the sky
And how we were even alive

Lucky, lucky am I to be by your side
Lucky, lucky are we to be synchronized
Lucky, lucky am I to see the sky

Night Sky

Walking away
Stepping into the dark, quiet alley
Walking away 
I know I need to but I don't really want to

There is a place 
Somewhere in between
Pain and tomorrow
There is a place 
Somewhere in between
Pain and tomorrow
Maybe I'll go 
Wander down the valley 
Where the wind 
Is pushing me so

Leaving you there
All waiting in the window 
Smile for the moment 
Never catch a single one

Intersecting, connecting
Repelling, rejecting
Intersecting, connecting
Repelling, rejecting
Propelling
Flying high with heavy wings
As I walk away from you

There is a place 
Somewhere in between
Pain and tomorrow
There is a place 
Somewhere in between
Pain and tomorrow
There is a place 
Somewhere in between
Pain and tomorrow
There is a place 
Somewhere in between 
Pain and tomorrow
Maybe I'll go 
Wander down the valley 
Where the wind 
Is pushing me so

Intersecting, connecting
Repelling, rejecting
Intersecting, connecting
Repelling, rejecting
Propelling
Flying high with heavy wings
As I walk away from you

Glad we aligned 
If only just for a while
Glad we aligned 
If only just for a while
Yes it's true
No woman's an island 
No woman's an island


Walking Away

Anxious Ghost

The life and death of a cigarette.

Lyrics:

My paper frame is thin
Fill me up with little plants and chemicals
Roll me up and make me whole
Knight me in cylinder form 

Full of dry potential

Ignite a light, sputtering spark
Flicker flame, a steady burning glow
Make you high, make you sigh
Some combination of natural magic

Full of dry potential

Dancing on the sidewalk
Washed away by the city sweepers 
Time and the rain

Dancing on the sidewalk
Washed away by the city sweepers
Time and the rain 

Ignite a light
Sputtering spark, flickering flame 
Ignite a light 
Full of dry potential, ashes remain

Ignite a light
Sputtering spark, flickering flame

Full of dry potential

Ignite a light
Sputtering spark, flickering flame 
Ignite a light 
Full of dry potential, ashes remain

Ignite a light
Sputtering spark, flickering flame

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Artwork by Lizzie Bernard

Unfiltered

Rock band with psychedelic, folk, funk, world, and blues influences from Cambridge, Massachusetts. 'Miele' translates to 'honey' in Italian.

Miele

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