Erica Daubert - Vocals
Rab Speese - Guitar
Aren Winebrenner - Upright Bass
Stevo Burrows - Djembe/shaker

Lost in the Sahara 
in a hundred years they'll find me 
Stripped of all my power 
The Shamen told me one day 
I'd lead all of you to safety 
All that I am asking 
Should I fall, you all keeping fighting 

The orders of the royal throne condemned this man and took his home 
He scribbled down a little poem in hopes one day the seed would grow 
into a revoluntion, they'd chant his rhythmic words 
And generations later, his voice would still be heard 
That farmers would unite and raise their pitchforks high 
They'd rally up the peasants and they'd liberate their minds 
We're tired and we're hungry and we live in constant fright 
and our leaders have been lying so we battle on this night 

Iron chains contain me 
Though I'm bruised they will not break me 
Gallows Hill awaits me 
A crowd will gather as they hang me 
Don't you dare look away 
All that I am asking, is you watch what you created 

A generation's come and gone, another crook's upon the throne 
The words that lingered carried on and spawned the natives of our home 
to follow in his footsteps and read the splintered signs 
To channel pain and anger into something more divine 
To reunite our culture and eliminate the hatred 
To cure the spreading sickness of their nihilistic nature 
We're sick of being hungry and we're sick of being poor 
We're tired of the tyrants and everything they stand for

(Lyrics by Erica Daubert)

The Gypsy, Pt. II

Rab Speese - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Talking Drum
Erica Daubert - backing vocals

I am swimming in a river 
and I dare not stir the waves 
for these currents are not my home 

my intent proven null, the smallest grain can destroy 
overcome, the pull too strong 
I shall manifest my reality 

Wade in the water, deep in the water 
Wade in the water, deep in the water 

I am swimming in the ocean 
and I shape and mold the waves 
For these currents, I'll call my home 

in a sense of what and when 
time remember who and why 
neither one, drawn apart, quantum computing in a dream 

Wade in the water, deep in the water 
Wade in the water, deep in the water 

I am floating in eternity 
Expansive relativity 
For these thought conjure more than words 

Understand that everything 
is all one and none at all 
carrying a will to be, soon you will all feel at peace 

Wade in the water, deep in the water 
Wade in the water, deep in the water

(Lyrics by Rab Speese)

Water Song

Erica Daubert - vocals
Rab Speese - guitar

We are children of fate 
Tossed to the dogs 
Abandoned strays 
Our tears fall no more 
We've learned to seek solace 
in the roughest of storms 

Though we don't weep 
Our wounds still bleed 
Children of fate, we're the unwanted seeds 

I've been burnt at the stake 
I've been walked down the plank 
and I've been the victim who's stoned 
while crying on the floor 
I'm biding my time 
They say I'm speaking in tongues 
but I'm nothing without all of these memories 

We are unwanted seeds 
Underdogs growing our roots into trees 
They say we're wasting our time 
but we disagree and we're doing just fine 

Though we don't weep 
Our wounds still bleed 
Children of fate, we're the unwanted seeds 

I've been burnt at the stake 
I've been walked down the plank 
and I've been the victim who's stoned 
while crying on the floor 
I'm biding my time 
They say I'm speaking in tongues 
but I'm nothing without all of these memories 

I ask where were you then 
when we were just children 
I can't even imagine the logic 
behind your self serving deeds 
now we're unwanted seeds 
but our roots will grow into trees with new memories

(lyrics by Erica Daubert)

Unwanted Seeds

Erica Daubert - vocals
Rab Speese - guitar
Jeff Newell - Upright Bass

Miss Mary was a sweet young thing
She let her troubles drift away in the wind
With a flower in her curls
She traveled the world just to sing

But then Miss Mary met a psycho one day
He stole her heart and he swept her away
He took the sun and the moon
and he locked all the doors
And now she don't sing no more

Miss Mary was an angel, they say
But even angels can't always be saved
and now the flowers are gone
as the wind blows her songs away

And those who knew Miss Mary well
Pray one day, she'll break away from his spell
He took the sun and the moon
and he locked all the doors
And now she don't sing no more

Miss Mary, no, she won't sing...
Miss Mary, no, she won't sing...

And those who knew Miss Mary's songs
will tell ya if you listen really hard
in the light of the moon
before the rising sun
the echo of her voice lives on

(Lyrics by Erica Daubert)

Reflections 2k16

Miss Mary (Live at Cafe Improv)

erica daubert - vocals/pump organ
rab speese - guitar
tiffany freed - soprano choir harmonies

All along the hills and valley side of the bay
Tired minds have come to rest
and some choose to stay
We've lived a dozen lives, at least
and found each other here
We've been separated one too many times
for any of us to bare

And those who feel it, yet ignore it
will walk a lonely road
In the Garden of Creation,
how else do you think your roots will grow?

Many trials lay ahead, they won't be easy feats
Every action is reflected - as slight as it may seem
If you look the other way, one day you'll see it back to you
You'll be the one who's looked away from
Thus the cycle continues on...

It's only you and you alone
who holds the cross to bear
In the Ocean of Reflection
who else did you think would judge you there?

There is no end to the Reflections
In this Ocean, we see everything -
not a moment's been missed
but you need not be afraid
For it's only yourself that you'll face -
are you brave enough?
Or will you swim away?

Or will you swim away?

(lyrics by erica daubert)

Reflections

Erica Daubert - Vocals, Kalimba, Piano

Following the signs of the old and wise 
They tell of little secrets in the aether 
If we make it back by dawn 
They'd never ever know we'd gone 
or we can just leave it all behind 

Oh, the tricks our focused eyes can play 
Little Rorschach splats upon an easel 
If we see what we want to see 
We can twist reality 
and remind ourselves we're only dreaming 

Don't look back, it's time to go 
Grab only what your hands can hold 
Don't look back, it's time to go 
Grab only what your hands can hold 

Count the wasted dreams littered in the square 
We can scoop them up by the handful 
If we plant them by the road 
We can rest while we watch them grow 
but leave the nightmares where you find them 

Don't look back, it's time to go 
Grab only what your hands can hold 
Don't look back, it's time to go 
Grab only what your hands can hold 
Don't look back, it's time to go 
Grab only what your hands can hold 
Don't look back, it's time to go 
Grab only what your hands can hold

(lyrics by Erica Daubert)

What Your Hands Can Hold

Erica Daubert - vocals
Rab Speese - guitar
Jeffrey Newell - trumpet 

Written by Erica Daubert & Rab Speese

A Moonlit Waltz

Erica Daubert - vocals, melodica, talking drum, darbuka
Rab Speese - sitar, djembe

Written by Erica Daubert

Astraea