Even the worst of times can get better...with time. Featuring the wonderful vocals of Sabrina Miele, ("Sabrina Miele" on SoundCloud) and Shaels gorgeous, weeping steel guitar, "The Worst is Over" is a remake of our first recorded song, produced by Shael Wrinch at Stone Hill studios on beautiful Bowen Island. Lyrics:
The worst is over. I can tend to see the forest and the trees.
The worst is over. I can forget the days that had me on my knees
and I can see the shattered pieces of my broken heart
surrounding me
or I can see my friends with open arms and open hearts
to lead me home to a calming sea.
The worst is over.
Perspective is a lost and new-found friend.
The worst is over.
I can ask this day to pause but not to end
and I can see the future as a landscape dark and cold
an empty shell
or I can see the place to find the pieces of my soul
and kindred souls who wish me well.
The worst is over...
And I can see, if a single tear could save another soul
from such despair
then you and I could fill the streams and oceans of the world
and fill our hearts
with room to spare.
The worst is over...

Tequila Monday

The Worst is Over

The Worst Is Over (featuring Sabrina Miele)

Introduction in English

Many of them were persecuted, oppressed, tortured or even murdered. 
But many of them escaped their perpetrators and potential butchers and emerged even stronger from these struggles for survival. 
And especially at a time when the tyrannical powers are raising their heads again, when a repressive right-wing shift is taking place all over the world, they are more important than ever;
In their unmistakable clarity, their healthy stubbornness, their intuitive knowledge to protect the all-encompassing love and vitality in the world from the destructive forces of fascist systems.
With my song I want to encourage all free spirits to show themselves even more and to go forward. And I want to encourage all listeners of this song to open up more to their own free-spirited side.

Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak German)

Free spirits

They never let themselves be bent
Never let any repression get them down

They have a keen sense
For what is real or just false adornment

They follow their own tracks
They tick according to their own clocks

They are with themselves and yet open-minded
They change and remain true to themselves

Often stand on their head
Don't like to swim with

Every ancient braid
Is sprayed with color
Until it burns out

Free spirits
Are still 
In this land

Free spirits
Not all 
Have they
Banished, Burnt

Free spirits
Have 
Survived the hells
And lay down in the light unbreakable

They dream with their eyes open
Make a thousand mistakes, seem to be no good

Are often still unrecognized, banished from the grill plate
Yet they sparkle beneath the sand  

They are often underestimated
Violated in their dignity
Abandoned in the forest by the mainstream
They wear orchids 
Can see in the dark
Can walk blind on clouds

Are outraged alive
Say out loud what bothers them

Are driven by love
For themselves, the humans and the world

Free spirits
Are still 
In this land

Free spirits
Not all 
Have they
Banished, Burnt

Free spirits
Have 
Survived the hells
And lay down in the light unbreakable
lay down in the light
lay down in the light
Lay
Down
In
The 
Lieght

Deutscher Originaltext:

Freigeister

Sie lassen sich niemals verbiegen
Von keiner Repression unterkriegen

Sie haben ein feines Gespür
Für das was echt ist oder nur falsche Zier

Sie folgen Ihren eigenen Spuren
Sie ticken nach Ihren eigenen Uhren

Sie sind bei sich und doch aufgeschlossen
Sie wandeln sich und bleiben sich treu

Stehen oft auf dem Kopf
Schwimmen ungerne mit

Jeder uralte Zopf
Wird mit Farbe besprüht
Bis er verglüht

Freigeister
Sind noch immer 
In diesem Land

Freigeister
Nicht alle 
Haben sie
Verbannt, Verbrannt

Freigeister
Haben 
Die Hölllen überlebt
Und sich unkaputtbar in das Licht gelegt

Sie träumen mit offenen Augen
Machen tausend Fehler, scheinen nichts zu taugen

Werden oft noch verkannt, vom Grillteller verbannt
Dennoch funkeln sie unter dem Sand  

Gerne werden sie unterschätzt
In ihrer Würde verletzt
Vom Mainstream im Wald ausgesetzt
Sie tragen Orchideen 
Können im Dunkeln sehen
Können auf Wolken blind gehen

Sind lebendig empört
Sagen laut, was sie stört

Sind von Liebe getrieben
Für sich, die Menschheit und die Welt

Freigeister
Sind noch immer 
In diesem Land

Freigeister
Nicht alle 
Haben sie
Verbannt, Verbrannt

Freigeister
Haben 
Die Hölllen überlebt
Und sich unkaputtbar in das Licht gelegt
In das Licht gelegt
In das Licht gelegt
In 
Das
Licht
Gelegt

Freigeister (Free Spirits)

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I wish you, my Friends, an really nice new Year 2025.
Best Regards & stay Safe
Andy

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Voices of Spirit

Voices Of Spirit -(Future Dub / Dub Reggae)

Babe, sorry I called you up
Have reason enough to stop think think thinking so fucking much
I’m a huge idiot - I like weird stuff
Like the bathroom flood reaching the hotel hall
When Your open truck Wasn’t  even robbed  
Sometimes I want to turn it up
Sometimes I want to turn it off
Babe, sorry I called you up 
Jen told me to walk it off
And  I think think think
You know enough 
To spell out love but
my minds made up of
bathroom floods
Teardrop playing so loud
And you hadnt 
even heard that one before   
Sometimes I want to turn it up
Sometimes I want to turn it off

babe, sorry

This mantra of the 20th Tara (known in Tibetan as Tara Ritrö Loma Gyönma and in Sankskrit as Tara Śabarī (sometimes spelled as Shabari or Shavari or Śavarī/) is a healing mantra that protects against disease and contagion.  This mantra has both wrathful and peaceful aspects: wrathfully subduing the invasive energies of contagion and deadly epidemics and pacifying sickness.  

OṂ TĀRE TUTTĀRE TURE NAMA TĀRE MANOHARA HŪṂ HARA SVĀHĀ

This is a powerful healing mantra and I am grateful to all of my teachers and fellow practitioners and musicians who helped make this recording possible. And to Lasha Mutual for her generosity in allowing me to include her painting of the 20th Tara in my cover art. This graphic t is meant to evoke those tiny bodhi-leaf thangkas from Tibet and India. 

CREDITS:
Lee Mirabai Harrington - vocals, arrangement, keyboard
Ben Leinbach - guitar, synth
Sasrika Randimal - Bansuri flutes

Nature Chorus: The birds, frogs and insects of the forests of Woodstock, NY (the original lands of the Munsee Lenape) and Kerela, India 

Graphics: Lee Harrington, using an illustration of Tara Ritrö Loma Gyönma by Lasha Mutual. https://lashamutual.com/


May all be free from disease and contagion.


MANTRA OF THE 20TH TARA (Tara Ritrö Loma Gyönma | Tara Śabarī)

HELP!!! Chris and Shael are stuck on this Island in the Pacific Northwest, nuthin' but a baguette, a 1/2 bottle of Tequila, and a recording studio. Just a few more followers, we'll buy a xylophone, and topple the music industry!!!!  
All songs written by Shael Wrinch and Chris Herbsen. Recorded and produced by Shael Wrinch at Stone Hill studio on Bowen Island B.C.

The Worst Is Over (featuring Sabrina Miele)

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