LYRICS
Are you afraid to open your door
See people hurting like never before
Are you afraid to answer the phone
Hear the moan become a constant drone
Are you afraid to show your face
Tired of being made a public disgrace
Are you afraid to communicate
The wrong way on a one-way
Bombarded with hate, hate, thate
Then, please don’t hesitate
To call on God. Let Her mediate.
The place is here. The time is now.
Believe She’ll hear… She does somehow
God’s good grace. The mercy upon you.
Redeem your scene to heavenly… see!
ABOUT THE SONG
Capo 1
Em / Am (less C) / D (less D)
Written on July 19, 2012 in Ambler, Pennsylvania. The guitar was recorded on “my favorite bench” at the corners of Ridge and Butler Pike. The vocals were recorded Sunday, July 22, 2012 in West Chester, PA.
ABOUT THE SONG
Capo 2
E / B
E / B / G / A / E
E / G / A / E
Written and recorded on July 16, 2012 in West Chester, Pennsylvania.
“Human sacrifice was a religious practice characteristic of pre-Columbian Aztec civilization, as well as of other mesoamerican civilizations such as the Maya and the Zapotec.” “Heart-extraction was viewed as a means of liberating the istli and reuniting it with the Sun, as depicted in Codex Magliabechiano, Folio 70 (illustrated in this section), wherein a victim’s transformed heart flies Sunward on a trail of blood.” “The Aztecs would give a series of rituals to unlucky nearby tribesman to be sacrificed with an obsidian knife, and donate their blood to Acolnahuacatl, an Aztec god. When they had known he had finished his drink and he was no longer thirsty, they would end the sacrificing. This ritual would go on for a whole weekend, so as to please the gods.”
A sacrament is “a Rite in which God is uniquely active”
“A calumet is a ceremonial smoking pipe used by some Native American nations. Traditionally it has been smoked to seal a covenant or treaty, or to offer prayers in a religious ceremony.”
LYRICS
What will be your part
When it’s time to depart
What will be the message you send
When you reach your end?
What did you will in your will
Will it serve to help people still
Did you pay off your debt, yet
Let your hair down
Did you care to share your crown
Let it all hang out
Tell the truth what love’s about
Did you care to leave no regret
Or, like an ass
Did you leave nothing behind
Well, it’s not too late
Don’t let another day pass
You can be nice. You can be kind.
Just don’t wait till your post mortem
LYRICS
Though an optimist
I must admit
Some situations on Earth
Are bleak
We forgot to care
For the meek
Now, the social justification
That I did fear
Is much closer
Than just near
Radiate.
Be intimate
Transfer
With Her
Mother of the Earth
Give birth
Bring forth
Bring it down from on above
Radiate
Be intimate
Love
ABOUT THIS SONG
Capo 6
Play chords as if:
C / Em
C add Db
C / Em / Am
Written on April 29, 2012 at Marsh Creek State Park, Chester County, Pennsylvania.
The song was motivated by the color of the landscape. Instead of the trees looking like they were coming to life in the springtime, they appeared to be dying as if it were fall.
LYRICS
You! Yes, you.
You’re on the verge of…
[And, I’m realizing
Your victimizing
Puts all on the verge…
We’re on the fringe of violence
Looks like I’ll have to pass you by (sigh!)
Sirens screaming
Distraction leaning
Toward anarchy
A cryin’ shame
We’re to blame
For not takin’ care of our own
Opportunity blown
We crush the lush
Then, try n’ hush
The harm…
Reason for alarm
ABOUT
Written and recorded in April 2012
The original idea came from feeling hatred from another as I watched them pass by in West Chester, PA. The more intelligent part was inspired from feeling love on the streets of Ambler, PA. The one line about taking care of our own is a protest to a Bruce Springsteen… because, we ain’t done a very good job of taking care of humans, have we?
LYRICS
I met a girl
(She) wanted a five second song
But, ya see, Jessi…
I’ve already written… there’s another Jessi
And, it’ll take too long
For me to fall for you
I met a girl
Andrea the atheist
She wanted to know my twist on this
“My God’s a lady
and, lately
She’s fed up feeding man”
Who bites the hand…
… of the one that feed ’em?
I met a girl called Lee Ann
And, man…
She changed the scene
With my tambourine
The Spirit shined ever brighter
On the streets of the wrong and righter (writer)
I met a girl
Jenny Roadside on the road’s side
She asked if I’d mind…
Could she play my guitar
When ya bring on the music, dance and sing
Brings mating of souls…
Everlasting
I met a gang of girls
Whose giggles and smiles
Changed the world
Like an army of angels
the moments making life special
The song was written and recorded on the streets of West Chester. Over the past couple weeks, a large number of females have approached me as I played on the street. Here a few have been named, though all were special.
LYRICS
I’ve been sleeping with Mother Nature
In a state all natural
She keeps asking questions…
… with answers unsure
She wants to know
When I go…
… to sleep with Her for eternity
What I think I can bring
So, I’ve been coming to some realizations
“You can’t take it with you”
I ask, “What about money, jewels and land?”
She says, “Don’t you understand?
That’s the thing…
You can’t take it with you”
Then, she snuggled up and whispered in my ear,
“There is one thing you can take from here.
You can bring the love you create
To make music beyond Heaven’s Gate
The beauty of our new reality
Bring along the love
Bringing the love along for song
HOW TO PLAY
Em add A
Then lift each finger one at a time
Em add A / E
These comments were made about the above discussion:
Ed called… and left a message (he has experience with the dead, is a member of the Family):
He has already attempted to contacted with “the bear” on other matters… and this type of music sounds like it is right up his alley.
He suggests we should also try to get with the bear, too.
The bear http://thebear.org/
I ask, “the bear is the grateful dead sound guy that kind-of invented the modern PA? right?”
Wally added:
His real name – Owsley Stanley
but yes, helped conceive and implement the the dead’s early sound and the infamous “wall of sound” (’74-’76)
75 tons of equipment
http://www.audiojunkies.com/blog/730/an-insiders-look-at-the-grateful-deads-wall-of-sound
Eric chimed in:
I’m going to research information about the the specific musical note of Bb (B flat).
It is of great significance. Exploding stars, musical waves, groovey.
Peter replied:
Numbers and beats–which also affect pitch, but ultimately it is rhythm. the area of four dimensional music must manifest in rhythm as it relates to time. pitch is just a quality of rhythm. the act of a phenomenon in space time and finding a new paradigm in space time, that is the area to attack! computers can help, but it is better to apply this to live experience.
