LYRICS
There’s a river of knowledge flowing by
Acknowledge. It never runs dry
Take a drink… give ‘er a try
Acknowledge. It never runs dry
Some drink deeply from the river of knowledge
While others perch parched
Quagmire. Quandary. Parked or a lurch?
Can ya dive from your ledge
Into the river of knowledge
There’s a river of knowledge flowing by
Acknowledge. It’s never gonna die
Take a drink… give ‘er a try
Be a dredge? Or, learn to fly
Some drink deeply from the river of knowledge
While others perch parched
Quagmire. Quandary. Parked or a lurch?
Can ya dive from your ledge
Into the river of knowledge
Non-lexical vocables, which may be mixed with meaningful text, are a form of nonsense syllable used in a wide variety of music. A common English example would be “la la la”.
Non-lexical vocables are used in Blackfoot music and other Native American music, Pygmy music, the music of the Maldives and Irish Music, Highland Scots music. Vocables frequently act as formal markers, indicating the beginning and end of phrases, sections or songs themselves, and also as onomatopoeic references, cueing devices, and other purposes. — Wikipedia
LYRICS
The pain of falling on your ass
Hopin’, prayin’ it will pass
Slippin’ on the ice ain’t nice
No satisfaction from the lack of friction (no traction)
The experience of the fall
Didn’t really hurt at all
In fact, it was only the impact… The End of my end
The pain of falling on your ass
Hopin’, prayin’ it will pass
Before the lure of the door shall entice… think twice
Jack falls down and breaks his crown
… and Jill comes tumbling after
A total disaster
A total dis-assed-her
LYRICS
Gonna meet ’em at the crossroads
Shadow forebodes
Takin’ the guitar
Crusade bizarre
Gonna see ’em… not gonna sell ’em
What will be the toll to keep my soul?
No matter our burden
No matter our loads
Soul’s not for sale
Nooooo, can not sell
Even if we ain’t Eden’s
… it surely beats hell
Gonna meet ’em at the crossroads
Not gonna give in
#uck Satan’s sin
There ain’t (no) concedin’
Plain enough… easy to tell
Even if we ain’t Eden’s
… it surely beats hell
If ya gotta wrestle the devil
Better wear a righteous cape
’cause when you’re messin’ with evil
Your soul might not escape
Still…
If we ain’t Eden’s,
… surely beats hell’s
Ascend from the Prince of Darkness
Confess hell is a mess
Rise up from the weasel conclave
No longer Beelzebub’s slave
LYRICS
I’m wondering if love comes in degrees
“Love you more… that’s for sure!”
Come a little closer. Give me a squeeze
“Love you more… that’s for sure!”
Where does it start? Where does it end?
The difference between lover and friend
Do the degrees just tend to blend
Can it bend to offend… unfriend?
I’ll give you warmth so you don’t freeze
“Love you more… that’s for sure!”
Lift you up like a warm summer breeze
“Love you more… that’s for sure!”
LYRICS
Wake up in the morning
With a yearning and burning
Creating a song before the setting sun
Wake up in the morning
With a yearning for learning
Turning “to be” into done
Wake up in the morning
Wheels churning for loving
Starting out with any/every one
Take a little bit of wit
And turn it into enlightenment
Sugarcoat it with entertainment
So, the truth will be easy to swallow
And the masses more likely to follow
You realize it’s not a compromise
Shinning light onto The Shadow
LYRICS
There’s blood and guts flyin’
Here there and everywhere
I’d be laughin’ if I weren’t cryin’
Your cost you will not bare?
Sure wish I’d worn my gore poncho
When your friend turns to foe
Surely means you don’t know
[Or that it’s time they go
Unless you’re wearin’ your gore poncho]
’cause their bloatin’ is imploding
On anything close to thinking
Look out! They’re about to explode… shoot their motherlode
Oh, nooooo! Sure wish I’d worn my gore poncho
I confess…
You’ve made a mess
And, I should’ve worn my gore poncho
You went nuts and spilled your guts
You’d blow your mind if it was somethin’ ya could find
Ya took your toll on your soul
And poked your third eye blind
LYRICS
There was one in the bed and the little one said, “Roll over. Rock over.”
Come on time to wake
Time to make it shake
We can discover
The meaning of lover
A place where the shadows don’t smother
What will it take
An effort to make
The depths of forever
For Go(o)dness sake
There were ten in the bed and the little one said, “Roll over. Rock over.”
They all rolled over and rocked it out
Now that’s what I’m talkin’ bout
Or much too fast
You’ll be alone — the last.
LYRICS
You can fall down
If you get up
Play the clown
If you live up
But you can’t claim ignorance in the end
Noooo… the truth will not bend
Woah… at fault can’t defend
The best defense is your offense
Make sure you’re in balance
No, there’s no denying
Laughter’s better than crying
This song started, when a friend (hosting a show in Ardmore, Pennsylvania) asked the artists to write a song about murder for the Valentine’s month of February. So, I wrote this song as a sort-of ironic metaphor like simile about domestic violence. If you are a victim of spousal abuse, it may happen in a variety of ways. Inevitably, it will happen over time. To put it another way — If one crow shows up, what is it? How many crows need to show up, before it’s a gathering of crows? What do you call a gathering of crows?
USGS:
Animal Congregations… What Do You Call a Group of Crows?
Crows = A murder
PBS:
Crows are members of the Corvidae family, which also includes ravens, magpies, and blue jays. Loud, rambunctious, and very intelligent, crows are most often associated with a long history of fear and loathing. They are considered pests by farmers trying to protect their crops and seedlings. Many people fear them simply because of their black feathers, which are often associating them with death. But research demonstrated in A Murder of Crows proves crows are actually very social and caring creatures, and also among the smartest animals on the planet.
