Music, Lyrics and Production by Henri Sandifer

Performance by Leonard Laiter (lead guitar,) Martin Isaksson (vocals) and Henri Sandifer (rhythm guitar, vocals, percussion, harmonica)

Lyrics -

I'm gonna tell you how it all begun
Just in the middle of Eden town
A man came with a pointed gun
Smoky eyes under a heavy frown

He says “I've heard of a treasure hidden in this place
They say it's worth more than diamonds and gold”
He had a closed coat and shadows washed across his face
Looks like he's shaking right through his bones


I can see mountains built around you
The new horizon dips on the few
Who can see outside and see through,
The river will show you the way, when the current runs in you, 


So I sit him in the sun, and I whisper
“Man, Treasures you hold will make you feel alone”
He could hear the warm breeze with it's warning voice :
“Do you wanna be the statue on the throne?

What will you do with iron fists and a money mill
When you start to turn into a rock?
The man with a book sitting on a hill
Has left your your boat and made it to the dock”


I can see mountains built around you
The new horizon dips on the few
Who can see outside and see through,
The river will show you the way when the current runs in you

*	*	*

I can see mountains built around you
The new horizon dips on the few
Who can see outside and see through,
The river will show you the way, when the current runs in you, 


Golden rays poured on his broken face
Bathed anew in the field of light
His fists unclenched and he dropped his gun
That old tunnel was out of sight

We gave him a guitar and a painting box
So he could share a little with himself
He was melting away from the rusty locks
That drive people into padded cells


Eden Town

Music by Martin Isaksson, lyrics and production by Henri Sandifer

Performance by Leonard Laiter (rhythm guitar,) Martin Isaksson (rhythm guitar, vocals) and Henri Sandifer (vocals, percussion)

Lyrics -

Silver pallet, glowing on the sea
Liquid colors run free

Scented grove, of lemon trees
Can you smell them breathe?

I see the sky
Water drops rolling like rivers from the cotton shields
I feel the wind
Carrying the smell of the pregnant summer fields

Soaring bird, his wings lift him to stars
He sees men living in jars

Silent wale, king of the cosmic deep
He lives now and doesn't make heaps

I see the sky
Water drops rolling like rivers from the cotton shields
I feel the wind
Carrying the smell of the pregnant summer fields

Falling on the other side
Where senses are misleading
The scenes have infinite meanings
The Symbols are shells to hide things
Truth is nude

Small child, jumps through the pages
They flip heavily as he ages

Sacred oak, oh tentacled being
The sun and the earth are singing

Lemon Trees

Music, lyrics and production by Henri Sandifer

Performance by Leonard Laiter (lead guitar,) Martin Isaksson (rhythm guitar, vocals) and Henri Sandifer (keyboard, vocals, percussion)

Lyrics -

Mr. Banker got a raise, what shall he do?
Wait for the next one
Mr. Banker can evade, he knows the loops
Oh it's great fun
Mr Banker is happy yeah, he doesn't need to be on the run

Mr. Boss' numbers are so very high,
But that won't do
Forests to flatten and fields to fry
Contracts are due
Mr. Boss isn't worried no, he pays and lies become true

* * *

Mr. Politician has a mighty throne
It suites his big friends
Mr. Boss and Mr. Banker need a law, a gift and Politician man bends
Politician magician, he's got you paying for what they spend

The lies are flying high but don't you tell
The quarter needs to end green
The rules of the game are up for sale, things ain't easy when you stay clean
So the few have it all, and their dust seems to make you dream


Financial Blues

Music, lyrics and production by Henri Sandifer

Performance by Martin Isakson (rhythm guitar, vocals) and Henri Sandifer (keyboard, vocals)

Lyrics - 

She goes round
The dance has her bound
To repeat when she's wound

The pulse is inside
She's been set to this ride
She wouldn't jump out of the line
Not the way she's designed
The tracks make her blind

It seems this groove is squaring her mind
When she tries to look outside it closes her eyes

One more round
She's lost her count
A way out can't be found

Watch her try
The string man ties
Watch as he sighs
“As long as you fear, count on me to steer”

She, soaring out of sight, gone in the night
When she dropped the codes
It made the boundaries erode

Finding her way
With nothing drawn
Night becomes dawn

Stones and walls
Are falling down
The string man frowns
But chains can break
Now open the gate

The Piper's Stride

Music by Martin Isaksson, lyrics and production by Henri Sandifer

Performance by Martin Isaksson (lead guitar, vocals) and Henri Sandifer (vocals)

Lyrics -

She spoke to me my friend,
Her eyes they would play and poke at me
Her words they were games
They danced and they tripped me laughing oh

She smiles and I leap, a dove and a sheep
Why, oh why is there pain in this dream?

I waited there my friend
Bathed in that soft and searing voice I
Tried to catch the wind
It blew like a storm, a breeze, a breath I

Smile and she turns, away, delicate burns
I'm chasing shadows it seems


I can see now my friend
She's covered in thorns that rose,
Now who's the fool in the end?
The thief or the blindly open door?

A pond for a stone, it waits there alone
Cold as droplets of steam

She Spoke to Me

Music by Leonard Laiter, lyrics and production by Henri Sandifer

Performance by Leonard Laiter (rhythm guitar, vocals,) Martin Isaksson (vocals) and Henri Sandifer (vocals)

Lyrics -

When the day comes for you
And you're struggling to remember what it means to touch, means to feel
You weren't born in a vacuum seal
Go out and breathe, the air is real

Although it's hidden in the fog
You're just sure the road runs straight
But it's damp, and it's cold
And that gold key's becoming a weight
It won't open the gate

You see the sun shining through
Your clouds make you miss opportunities to be free
You know where you ought to be
They won't prescribe liberty
 
You were told to make that sale
But you just want to sail away
  
Tomorrow won't ever come
Don't put it off until you're numb, in every way

Time isn't money because money isn't now
You won't see true colors if your eyes don't know how

When the day comes for you
And you're making ends meet but you don't feel alive
You work to pay a life you don't drive
And then you're asked to step aside

Although it's hidden in the fog
You're just sure the road runs straight
But it's damp, and it's cold
And that gold key's becoming a weight
It won't open the gate

Phoenix Redwood