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If the whole goal
Is to be on top
Then, it all depends
On where the top is…
My bottom
Could be
Your lid
If the whole goal
Is to try to stop
Then, it all depends
On having a heart…
My goal
Could be
Your start
Sometimes
It’s hard
To tell apart
by Daniel Brouse on Sunday, February 13, 2011 at 7:18pm
by Daniel Brouse on Wednesday, January 26, 2011 at 7:09pm
Em / E sus4 / Em7 / Em 7 (11)
The warmer it gets
The colder the wind blows
No one seems to know
No, no one knows
But, when they take a peek
They start to freak
’cause the lightning
Is frightening
Why, no one seems to care
That the weather out there
Is human induced
As we reduce
Ourselves
To little more
Than a glass snow globe
Turning upside down
Shakin’ it around
From the outside
Looking in…
From outside the glass
Do we wanna be
The universal ass
Reduced to an obscene
Earthling scene
Though the snow looks pretty
Do we need the alien pity
For our lack of responsibility?
When they take a peek
They start to freak
’cause the lightning
Is frightening
[Repeat / Fade]
NOTES:
January 26, 2011
” Did anyone see lightning and hear thunder within the last hour or so? Gaia is really showing her stuff” — Edie Weinstein
“I was looking out the window and saw lightening and heard the familiar thunder report…..First time I ever experienced that in the winter…..Truelly rare….end of the world ?” — Jeffro Richards
“This shit is no joke – unless I was just having a flashback – I saw lightning.” — David Hawkins
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Edie Weinstein Did you just write this? Would love to hear it set to music. ?
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Daniel Brouse yes… fresh off the press… added the lightening bit after i saw your’all comments. thanks!
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Michael Munin Is this your film? Do you have the post-op views? Stay off the leg for 6 weeks then talk to me about the rehab. Sorry, I’m not one to contribute lyrics….
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Daniel Brouse thanks! no post op pics yet… surgery is tomorrow. i’ll keep ya ya posted.
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Kevin Hughes we should record that
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Daniel Brouse sounds good to me!
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Daniel Brouse rod into my leg (see profile pic)… i gotta learn how to say NO, ya know? before i went on… they said, *break a leg* 🙂
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Edie Weinstein Owie! Sending reiki for complete and total healing ?
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the weather here is unusual
i’m watching trees bend into yoga shapes
and wooden ya know
…some are not taking kindly to the discipline — Crack and Bang
should my communication breakdown, please don’t take it personally… because, the eclectic could lose electric. not to worry, i’ll be back right after the brief public service announcement from Mother Nature.
by Daniel Brouse
Inspired by Insanity Humanity (Ain’t That the Truth!)
and the Rev. LeRoy Montana
A pound of bricks
A pound of feathers
Those in the throws of sticks
And, stones
Thrown from their thrones
Flesh and bones?
Nothing weathers
That matters
Is it fine
In this time
When, “What is that?”
Is that what is
Makes you wonder
How the others live
Perhaps, not that far away
A day
When what is just
Just is
More than chance
That justice
Someday will sway
The balance
PART II
When, “What is that?”
Is that what is
Makes you wonder
How the others live
When what is just
Just is
Justice
Someday will sway
The balance
How will I weigh?
A pound of bricks
A pound of feathers
Those in the throws of sticks
And, stones
The one that weathers
Thrown from their thrones
The one that matters
Is not me
Without we
I just am
Without you
Too
Two alones
A family
Better we’d be
Better by far
We already are
Together we way
Together we weigh
Together we may
Without fail
The Scale
Just is
Justice
Raise The Dead by The Snake Handling Immortal tongue Speakers
Intro:
Bugle starts off playing Taps
While guitarist *taps* the guitar
You’re gonna raise the dead
Playing music like that
She said,
“This song’s ’bout my son”
I meant no disrespect
I heard what you said
“My son is dead”
“At that time…
… of trouble
Your people
Shall be delivered.
And many of those who sleep
In the dust of the earth
Shall awake.”
Raise the dead
May my spirit
Raise the dead
I can hear it
Raise the dead
Not just inside my head
May we shine
The brightness of the firmament
May we shine
The brightness of the fulfillment
She said,
“That’s my girl
I don’t know who you are
But, you better be special”
You said,
“That’s Daniel.”
[spoken word to bugle and Krista tapping… add pagpipe interweave Amazing Grace ]
“Those who are wise shall shine
Like the brightness of the firmament,
And those who turn many to righteousness
Like the stars forever and ever.”
And many of those who sleep
In the dust of the earth
Shall awake.”
[end spoken word]
Raise the dead
May my spirit
Raise the dead
I can hear it
Raise the dead
Not just inside my head
May we shine
The brightness of the firmament
May we shine
The brightness of the fulfillment
At this time
Your people
Shall be delivered.
by Daniel Brouse on Tuesday, November 23, 2010 at 8:23pm
A lil’ bird
Flew up to my window
As I was speeding
On my way
Oh, I dunno why
In such a rush
Not stopping
To smell
The roses
On the way
There
And, then
That day
I could see happiness
Will always
Find a way
Fly
Love will fly there
Fly
Feel like ya wanna die
Fly
Will lift you up
Lost hope… wanna sigh?
Fly
You know Roe?
FLY
by Daniel Brouse on Wednesday, November 24, 2010 at 8:53am
Sherri Lee
You tempt me
With all that’s good
We could
Sing
We could
Dance
We could do
Most anything
With your power of touch
There ain’t much
Left to chance
You’re not a matter
Of good luck
You’re plain good
When it comes to average
Or extra ordinary
I take the stance —
You’re the latter
(more to come… went from writing this*outside* in my car
to writing *inside* the comfort of the studio as it relates to Sherri Lee being energy out in the world and Sherri Lee making people feel comfortable… warm within)
Sherri
Lee
Certainly
Brings….
All the while,
She’ll gladly do it with a smile
Sherri
Lee
Certainly
Brings
Many good things
By Daniel Brouse · Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Got things to do?
Do you?
You do.
Ooooooo… come and play
For a brief bit
Forget
The trivial
Let’s get real
This day
Feeeeeeeeel
Ghost Whisperer
by Daniel Brouse on Thursday, November 18, 2010 at 4:17pm
MP3 (live 1-track stereo recording)
An attempt at scribing for the spirits.
instrumentation:
* Flute (orchestra type)
* Casio wk-3500, Ambient 2, Tempo 136, Tone Stereo Choir
* MicroKorg, midi patch in from wk-3500 autosettings
* Casio wk-500, Tone split Piano upper Acoustic Bass lower
vocals and microphones: 2 Senneiser Evolution microphones. 1 through a DigiTech RP3 #93 in stereo. 1 through a BossBR-600 Effect Kick Compression in stereo.
“Coming from a place of sensitivity”
Clarivointcy
“Coming from a place of sensitivity”
Transparency
You can see right through me
Being a medium
Is not very average
Some
If not all living
Can be unforgiving
… even savage.
Speaking in tongues
Ghost whisperer
Shhh! Hear Her?
Ghost whisperer
Screams
From the top of his lungs
Handling snakes
Whatever it takes
To peak
Through the seams
To seek
What it means
Sometimes
You may look like a freak
When you go to speak
To the dead
However
It’s worth hearing
What is said
No one lives forever!
No one lives forever?
It takes
Trying to give away
Every Joule of energy
It takes
Trying to give away
Every jewel of energy
Extemporaneous
Stream of consciousness
The elimination of *me*
So, that I may see
Speaking in tongues
Handling snakes
Whatever it takes
Often times
You may look like a freak
When you go to speak
Exposing one’s soul
Can take a toll
Exposing one’s sole
Can take a toll
Groove Train Rider
by Daniel Brouse on Wednesday, November 17, 2010 at 1:39pm
Inspired by the Groove Train Riders. Thanks!
Woot wooooooot!??
All aboard!
Let’s move the masses
Let’s move the hoard
Before our time passes
Can we
Get ’em to move
Can we
Get in the groove?
Take the tube
To Piccadilly Circus
To cause a ruckus
Come unglued
Gonna ride
Ride that train
Come back
On track
Gonna ride
Ride that train
Clickity, clickity, clickity, clack
Inside Her (God)
The Groove Train Rider
Groove Train Ride Her
Pennlyn
Paoli
To Penn Station
Ft. Washington
To 30th Street
Barely
Keep the beat
Almost
A runaway train
Woot wooooooot!?
Verging on insane
Woot wooooooot!?
Come back
On track
Gonna ride
Ride that train
Woot wooooooot!?
* Woot wooooooot!? by The Groove Train Riders
I had to pull into the Wawa parking lot
and, jot this down….
The place I like the most
Is where creation occurs
There’s a place in this lyric
Where creation occurs
There’s a place in this song
Where creation occurs
Doesn’t matter much
If it’s off-beat
To that
Of a different drummer
I’m still amazed
I bare witness
To creation
The place
With the space
To allow the future
To unfold
Or, so I’m told
That’s the place
I’ve been trying to explain
I thought everyone knew
Now, I come to find
More one-of-a-kind
And, for them
It’s something knew?
Well, not a sin
To come on in
Kind-a-like watching
The birth of your child
And, imagining
The point of conception
The creation
That’s the place
Not a sin
To come on in
The song is a love song… about loving to dream… about living the dream… about dreaming of love.
Putting one foot
In front of the other
Step by step
In a straight line
I find I’m back
Where I started
Chorus:
A circle of deadends
Is there no way out?
Round and round…
’till my soul
Is found
Driving one way
In search of another
Turn by turn
In a lost time
I find the knack
Of being thwarted
And, I’m right back where
I started
Chorus
Panicking away
No guidance from mother
Beat by beat
My heart’s not mine
I’m under attack
… being sentenced
Though, I know
Not what I did
Chorus
Placing faith
Not a fighter
But, a lover
I recover
My Dear,
Nothing to fear
The path is near
We will steer clear
Placing faith
Above all other
There is a way
Out of here
What was a lark
In Evansburg State Park
Was the start
Of our direction
Toward the One
Of perfection?
LYRICS
In as much
As a word can touch
I’m reaching out to you
And, I hope to see
What you say
About the way
Our heads headed
Remove what’s embedded
About hate, death and war
After all,
There’s got to be more
An expanded view
Evoke a sixth sense
Is what we’ll try to do
So, you can talk to me
And, I can talk to you
Without moving our lips
Communication slips
Like the day is long,
There’s nothing wrong,
With a love song.
Like the inevitable end of night,
As it gives way to the light,
There’s nothing wrong with right.
May your star shine bright,
May your wish come true,
May your star shine far,
May it reach from me… to you.