Allison Nancy

The Last Arizona Sunset

Synapse Transmission

It's a good day to be here
To be free of one dark fear
I am shining a red-shifted intrinsic joy
I am biking into a starless void

When the sky cracks like a windshield 
When my head spins like a pinwheel
When devotion is in motion
When I am reeling with feeling
When I shine, when I shine, when I shine. 

It's a good day to hold hands
To go dancing barefoot, naked, in the sand
You are awakening a chrysalis dangling from a tree
I am shaking like a leaf

When the sky cracks like a windshield 
When my head spins like a pinwheel
When flowers bloom over towers
When I am head over heels for hours and hours
When I shine, when I shine, when I shine……

Ahhhhhhhhh…..Ahhhhhhhhhh

It's a good day to be real
To be free of man-made electromagnetic fields
Put a sea shell to your ear
Find a mountain and disappear. 

When the sky cracks like a windshield
When my face spins on a pottery wheel
When a commotion of jubilation
Incites a swelling of pure elation
When the clouds bend as the sun dips
And it hits me like an acid trip
I am a prism - a love fission.
A collision of all my visions

When I shine, when I shine…..

Pinwheel

Jupiter 
I’m high below your glow, 
Watching where you go, 
When you disappear.
I’ll see you soon, 
From the surface of one of your moons
 My mechanical cocoon,
  Is revolving you.

When I sing alone 
When I sing alone  
When I sing alone 
It’s you I’m singing to 
It’s you who I am singing to.

Jupiter 
You could be the one 
You could be a sun 
And shine on everyone.
I realize  that a storm is raging inside I
If you let it go, It will be beautiful.

When I sing alone 
When I sing alone 
When I sing alone I
t’s you I’m singing to 
It’s you I’m singing to I
t’s you I’m singing to 
It’s you I’m singing to.

Jupiter

8 Ravens

The Full Well Sessions

Singin' Along With A Friend (by Dharma Junkies)

Round and round and round we go
Where we stop, nobody knows
I've seen it, time and again
A new beginning towards another end. 
How can I explain the mystery of what I am?
If every grain of sand is a creation
From an artist's hand. 

Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Truth or fear, death or glory. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story, lasting 14 billion years. 


I recall when I was five
I felt so happy to be alive
When I feel that way again
I jump and run and dance and sing. 

Up on a mountaintop, 
Is where I stand before I drop
If you draw me with wings,
I'll be the change and see everything

Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Truth or fear, death or glory. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story, lasting 14 billion years. 

One time, long ago
You were still a friend to know
Images so dear, 
Of all those yesteryears 
Drew a ninja sun
And it just may be the one
To show it crystal clear
To whisper sweetly in my ear,

Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Truth or fear, death or glory
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Lasting 14 billion years. 

It goes like this: 1 and 1 and 1 make three. 
If we kiss, there will be a you and me. 
To revel the rain, sow flowery fields, 
stroll through the garden, 
roll with the wheels, 
To glow under moon
Get warm from the sun, 
To dig underground, 
get out on the run, 
To light up the night
From up on a stage, 
get out of our heads,
get up on our wave, 
to feed everyone 
A piece of of the heart, 
get out of the cave,
make a brand new start

Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Truth or fear, death or glory
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Truth or fear, death or glory. 

Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Truth or fear, death or glory
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Truth or fear, death or glory. 

It goes like this. It goes like this. It goes like this.... It goes like this. 

Everybody Is A Finger Painted Story

My innocence goes round and round
My love for longing drags me around
My memory from birth to grave
Can only see the days you gave.

I seem to walk on needles and shells

Two fingers snapping to a beat
Waving to every girl I see
My heart is ringing harmony
Desire knocking me off my feet

I seem to walk on needles and shells
I seem to walk on needles and shells

The language cut me once before
When I came crawling at the door
I asked for nothing and nothing more
I don’t know what I’m living for

I seem to walk on needles and shells.
I seem to walk on needles and shells


Timothy Utley