Name: Siren's Call by The Song Healer
Duration: 4 min 36 s
Description: A song for psychic journeying, meditation.

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“From what I can see
Is an ideal place
I look at the trees
And the fields all around here
And the background noise 
Of the M25
Is faint but still quite loud enough..
Is the only blur tho 
And I know that I'm left alone 
To do my thinking 
To do my thinking 
And contemplations..

My pleasantries 
Are away from it all 
Feeling no pressure 
All the people around here 
The mind their own business 
And lazily play
So I'm alone on Lullingstone lair..
And I need the time tho
And I know that I'm left alone 
To do my thinking 
To do my thinking 
And contemplations..

And I need the time tho
And I know that I'm left alone 
To do my thinking 
To do my thinking 
And contemplations..

Leaving the park, as I turn to my car
Alone with my thoughts, left to travel not far,
What to do best, could it soon be,a written quest,
Mixed are my feelings, a door left ajar..

Driving away the the bright countryside,
Anticipation too comes for the ride,
Maybe I’m crazy,is my life so hazy,
But I’m still my own man,myself I confide..

And contemplations,
I am sure we all find in ourselves, somewhere,
From one thought to the next,
To the things,that we say,
And the things,that we do..
For me and for you..
For me and for you...

So now I return to confusion 
All around me am I out of my mind
Maybe it’s all just an illusion 
It’s the sort of thing that I could leave behind 
Still we go round, in our usual ways
Still we try to find a way out this maze
With our actions and words
What we think and feel and contemplations..

So for my own sake i will never
Make a difference if I’m going to stay
Maybe I’ll leave all this forever 
Instead of just a night and a day
Still we go round, with our usual fears
Joys and the pains, and the laughter and tears 
With our actions and words
What we think and feel and contemplations..

And contemplations..

But I know it’s for real-I can go there the same
So I’ll call it a deal-and there’s no one to blame 
With our actions and words-and contemplations..”

Bittersweet Veneers

And Contemplations

“And Contemplations” Song copyright (C) John Anthony C Ashdown 1990

This psychedelic inquisitive tune begs the question "Are we seeing the same colors?" "Are we hearing the same music?" "What's the meaning of this collective dream?" A drippy and trippy exploration of these questions is lead by vocalist Lavender Fields who's tiny yet all powerful voice expresses the true yearning for an answer. If we are all truly just living in a dream, what is that meaning? The name Oneiro is short for Oneirocritic: an interpreter of dreams. Cover Art by Lindy Kehoe.

Oneiro feat Lavender Fields

A song for psychic journeying, meditation.

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Lyrics

I heard a woman speaking on the path today in the park 
she slouched  as she walked
cradling her phone between leathery cheek and shoulder
she was, hunching hunching hunching hunching over
like someone struck with a life long malady.

Maybe it was just her mind 
wilting  as a rose struck ill by heated spring
for the day sang before her in all of Mother’s glory, yet the woman only squeaked sentiments of death, her breath made sour by the days news.

'Body’s stored in large metal boxes 
packed in ice. Where will all the dead go?’ 


The sun was shining as she spoke 
the sky was clear as she spoke 
the birds were singing 
creations song was ringing
even the flowers danced before her as she spoke.

'Where will all the dead go?'

What do I have left to live? 
What more do I have to give? 
Is my time coming soon? 
Where has my life gone?
What will become of me,  when I am gone? 

A crackled colloquy of gloom,
opens up her tomb, 
swallows her seeded word 
drew her to deaths womb.

And she dropped 
like a mosquito
falling
after being swatted
by clumsy giant
straight into a crack in the cosmic pavement.


Where she blooms,  oh she blooms. 
into new breath
forever birthing,  only giving
seeding into springs, always singing
her end, was always her beginning.

Death's Womb

Elizabeth Knudson is a classically trained vocalist, performing artist and energy healer.

Siren's Call

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