LYRICS
Are you rough and tumble
’cause the boys want to rumble
Are you tough and nimble
They want to bust your bubble
A-ha
Ain’t trying to find trouble tonight
Just trying to run to broad daylight
Don’t want your trouble… Don’t want to fight
We’ll watch you stumble
While we choose flight
Chorus
Ain’t trying to find trouble tonight
Just trying to run to broad daylight
Don’t want your trouble… don’t want your blight
We’ll watch you crumble
While we choose in-sight
A 1-track stereo extemporaneous recording made in Chester County, Pennsylvania, United States of America that was inspired by last night’s songwriting and recording session with Rick Reinhart and Eric Loos at Out In The Woods studios.
The seven seals
Were unsealed
The tusks
Untusked
The opening to the abyss
Among us
And, now we cause all the fuss
I guess it was the fuss
Because of the mess
I must confess
There should be a fuss about the mess caused by us
It’s not that you need to be a ruckus scientist
Or some sort-of brain surgeon… or even journalist
Trying to get a grasp on this reality TV that is thee… me
Let it be that what you see
Is the fusion
Of reality with your dream
You’ll never ever fail
Over hill. Over dale.
You’ll never ever fail
As long as you’re on the trail
Toward the least
Not the beast
In the long run (fun)
In the end (the message you send)
Over hill… over dale
Set sail
For your dream
And, it will seem
Over hill
Over dale
Over hill
Overdrive
You’re alive
If you strive
You can make what seems
Your dreams
A reality of your mortality
Make it the stage
Make it the moving picture production show
Make it strive and thrive while you’re alive
Over hill… over rough terrain…
What of you will remain?
LYRICS
The more we grow together
The more we need to stand alone
Maintain our identity
Refrain
Remain a strain
The more we grow together
The more we need to concede
A separate seed
For heredity we need identity
From a real gene pool
If we want the continuum
Together
Alone
Tomorrow the future will be
You’ll see
Together we grow alone
This carpet of grass
Time will pass
Our roots intertwine
And, we come to find
That we’re individual blades of grass
And, together we can harness
LYRICS
If you start to doubt
Know that help is on its way
If you feel left out
Know you’ll see a better day
Chorus
We all break-out in the dance of life
Play guitar, fiddle or fife
We all break out in the dance of life
Love passes… like butter and a hot knife
Don’t part with devout
It really helps if you pray
Don’t feel you’re shut-out
Love will find you… there’s a way
A 6-track stereo extemporaneous recording made in Chester County, Pennsylvania, United States of America. This song was inspired by the Carnival Cruise ship “Triumph”. The ship became stranded at sea for five days. The passengers complained about the poop running down the walls and living with the smell of their own garbage. It made me think about how the planet is like a giant cruise ship. Can we live with ourselves? Take the sustainability challenge.
LYRICS
While attached to your baggage
Might as well find a home
While attached to your baggage
Looking for happiness… you’ll roam
’till the baggage fades away
There won’t be an easy way
As long as you carry the baggage
It won’t leave you alone
As long as you carry the baggage
You’ll never be at home
As the baggage fades away
You’ll find a new day
You’ll find the new day
LYRICS
Is the wind wailing on me at the speed of light?
Or, is it me traveling at that rate of speed?
If it’s me,
At what speed
Are the headlights traveling
In front of me?
Is the light twice as bright?
Will relativity be forced to concede?
Lord, that amount of light will have to help us see
Hear the blind humanity’s plea!
ABOUT THIS SONG
This song is about co-operation making beautiful music. The left side of my body plays the guitar. The right side of my body plays the keyboards. The vocals try to find middle ground that makes the whole greater than the sum of the parts.
This song is based on Hurricane Irene. I was suppose to play a Bob Marley festival… but, it was canceled due to Atlantic City being under a mandatory evacuation. When I explained my situation to a fan, he said, “Irene’s a bitch.”
Hurricane Irene
Capo 4
F#
Ole Lady leery
Left her lantern in the shed
When the how kicked it over
She winked her I and said,
“If ya know what i mean
My names Irene
Gonna be gnarly
Sorry, no Marely.”
So, we played all night
Into the day
Play, play, play
We played into the rain
The spirit will remain
A tidal surge
Irie sea
Love splurge
See irie
Rainbow
Know
Daniel Brouse asked Edie Weinstein:
What do you think?
Edie Weinstein replied:
About what?
Daniel Brouse responded:
Ha! The world?
Edie Weinstein shines the light:
I think it is a place of divine delight in which we get to create our own vision and live it out. I think we are each responsible for healing it and illuminating the dark places. I love being here. OR were you looking for an answer a bit more mundane? ?
Daniel Brouse:
Perfect! Too bad more people don’t know… heaven is here.
LYRICS
Imagine this…
While having conversation
With Miss Bliss
Somehow we
Miss the bliss
… miss the realization
We’re soakin’ in
Happiness
Heaven on Earth
From our most
Recent birth
No lyin’
We’ve reached Zion
The Promised Land
In our hand
If we could…
But only
Understand