Whale's floating over the full moon above the ocean sang a song that wouldn't let me arrive or leave.

Whale Flight

Rebecca Sharp-Letter To A Firetrain Girl acoustic

Single by Rebecca Sharp & The Hungry Boys,
recorded in São Paulo, August 2014

Rebecca Sharp-song, acoustic guitar, voice
André Bordinhon-electric guitar
Gustavo Boni-bass
Felipe Faraco-keyboards
Luis André Gigante-drums

Lightships

The new levels of human need us to give up who we are,
the new you needs you, to stop and listen and receive.

New Levels Of Human

Guided meditation into a deep connection with planet earth, mother earth and your unique expression as a living light being. Experience the great connection and love offered to us by mother Earth as she witnesses and supports your fearless embodiment into your true light and force. Connect with Earth through the golden tantric thread and become one with the great mother as she becomes one with you, walking together, escalating the spiral levels of evolution into ascen-dance.

Music credit: 528Hz Emerald Heart Ascendance by Source Vibrations
Visit their website: www.sourcevibrations.com

Earth Union Meditation

There are different ways to experience and interface with time. As humans we experience mostly linear time, traveling from point to point. Consciousness however is not limited by this linear existence, so to be able to explore and feel into the more expanded intra-dimensional holographic nature of time/space, to really get a feel for that, as a sensation, lessens the weight and burden of linear living.

Music credit- Formless being (delta) by Source Vibrations
visit their website- www.sourcevibrations.com

Linearity And Beyond

Assista o video clip / Watch the video clip -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6-Gr3dmjmo

Howl

I, I’m on fire
I’m on ice
I’m on earth
I’m a poltergeist.
People, they want to be nice
People, they better think twice.
I’m going to the top of the mountain 
To howl at the beasts that come from below.
And if it’s the little things you want,
Then it’s the little things you’re going to get,
And if it’s the big things you want,
Then it’s a big thing you’re going to get,
The ocean comes your way and it doesn’t die.
I, I’m up higher
I’m on air,
I’m in mercury,
Poltergeist, poltergeist.
Monsters that live in the night,
Beasties you better think twice.
I’m going to the top of the mountain 
To howl at the beasts that come from below .
And if it’s the little things you want,
Then it’s the little things you’re going to get,
And if it’s the big things you want,
Then it’s a big thing you’re going to get.
The ocean comes your way and it doesn’t die
(Rebecca Sharp ©2012)


Howl

Yggdrasil

Sitting in my hourglass on the sand
I wait for the sea to tumble in,
As it enters my mouth, glass shatters
And my emotions are free.
My letter is a prism in the light for you
Words pouring through,
The zone of time imprisoned
Roses blooming in your womb,
Electric see through
Aura of a sun god.
Running through the lines across my hands
I burst the seal of suffering,
As she loosens her grip
Time shatters
And my erosions are trees.
Your swelling magnetism, 
It is right for me, i wait for you
In homes of love I’ve given,
Neptune burning in my room,
Electric see through
Aura of a sun god, aura of a sun god, aura of a sun god, aura of a sun god.
(Rebecca Sharp © 2012)        



Yggdrasil

Telephone’s Dead Blues

The telephone's dead.
Baby's in bed.
I'm in the bathtub drying.

My white water womb
It looks like a tomb
And I can't keep the cat from crying.

Outside in the light
Street children fight.
But my vision ain't right
And there's no place to turn for some quiet.

Mad dog's in the hall.
Night's going to fall.
While Susan sleeps long
Trying to hold on
But something is wrong--
There's no use in trying to deny it.

She and I know--there's nothing to know
But we're lying low
& watching the show:
The newsprint is blurred with lying.
The government is bent from spying.
And the buyer is sick with buying.

And the planet falls slow
No place to go
--no use even in trying.

So I let Susan sleep.
Everything will keep. 
We're all in it too deep--
And we all know we're all only stalling.

The window it creaks.
The radio speaks.
Outside a police siren is calling.

Baby's in bed.
Don't be misled.
Nothing can be said.
Try to keep your head

While some place in space
The planet is falling. 

Keith (Winter 1970)

"Telephone's Dead Blues" lyrics copyright © 2008 by Keith Alan Deutsch from his collection of poetry, After the Age of Animals, erbacce-press Liverpool, UK (2008)(www.erbacce-press.com).  "Telephone's Dead Blues" music copyright © 2012 Rebecca Sharp de Mattos.




Telephone's Dead Blues (lyrics/poetry by Keith Allen Deutsch)

Letter to a firetrain girl

This girl´s a dream
This girl´s a scene 
The ships are sinking and still we dance.
This girl´s an anarchist with some seeds
You cannot touch her she will not bleed.
She can run through the liars and the razor blades
This girl´s a firetrain.
100 leagues under the earth
where darkness hides and animals are luminous,
she tied an endless, perfect offering for the skies
and heightened her eyes.
So she can see the mountains as they grow over the waves,
So she can touch the skyline as it bursts into flames,
This girl´s a firetrain.
And when you dance, you dance completely
The dreaming you dreams the world around you,
The one true wish in your mind´s eye
To leave all the stale waves behind.
She will walk through the lions
As in love they prostrate,
She will turn into silver the end of days,
And as you lie
I stand unmoving by your side,
I am your timeless wait.
(Rebecca Sharp ©, 2012)


letter to a firetrain girl

Rebecca Sharp is front woman and creator of Goldenground, the Brazilian folk rock fourtet. When will the mythic second album be out? 2017!
She is also a seasoned and avid meditation explorer and teacher. So you will also find meditation and teaching tracks here. 
Here's to music and sound, the interface of light, of the dot and the wave, of the one and the none.

Rebecca-Sharp