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"Communication is a river, 
  a bit of take, 
  a bit of give her."

From the Song Damn the Dams, on the album: Rivers

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Rains 1

by Roman Rhodes and the Born Again Pagans

Released 2017
Multifolkal Music
Released 2017
Multifolkal Music
Singer Songwriter World-Folk: North Americana combining a unique blend of Asian, African and Western instruments and melodies with powerful 60s folk-rock, lyric based songs, best summed up as Alternative World Roots.
  • 04:42 Story Lyrics Water This Horse

     

              Intro: Water this horse, this lonely horse.

    It's a long, long lonely road,

    and the stops get harder to find.

    And every woman in the world

    seems to be a student or a friend of mine.

    I got no place to lay my head down;

    I need some loving rest

    But who shores up the shore

    when the waves do break and crest?

     

    Water this horse, this lonely horse. 

    Chorus:

    Oh tree of life oh tree oh love,

    let me tether to you again

    To get the strength for this journey

    Across this desert plain.

    Oh Nature's teat, don't retreat,

    don't make me beg, borrow, pay, or explain;

    Water this horse back to health complete,

    and I'll be on my way again.

     

    Repeat*

     

    I've listened to everyone's story,

    I've carried all their pain

    But this old pack horse is thirsty

    and needs to be watered again.

    She said, “Ain't that what shores are for? 

    To build our boats and be left?”

    And wooden horses don't return,

    They are gifts that break the best.

     

    Repeat Chorus.

    Outro:   If I don’t get water soon,

                I will die of course.

     

     

  • 04:12 Story Lyrics Here

    Here

    © Roman Rhodes, 2015

               

    You worry about such small things. For you the world’s unclear.

    But let go of all you hang ups.  I’ll be here.

    The bubble burst so recently, you still haven’t changed the gears.

    All I’m saying to you is:  I’ll be here.

     

    Chorus 1:    Well there’s so much pain in this world!  Makes me want to disappear.

                       But all the rain in this world, can never match tears!

     

    The greed heads have their sickles.  They’re reaping in by fear.                       

    All I’m saying to you is I’ll be here.

    The psychos run the world, to them no cost too dear,

    All I’m saying to you is I’ll be here.

     

    Chorus 2:  And though our hearts once shone, like a billion brilliant suns,

                Even the heavens cloud over, and make me doubt you are the one.

     

    Well there’re bombers at the airport, there’s warships at the pier.

    Be it today, a month, a decade, I’ll be here.

    The future’s looking bleak.  The future’s almost here.

    All I’m saying to you is I’ll be here.

     

    Chorus 3 - End:

    Well there’s so much pain in this world!  Makes me want to disappear.

    And all the rain in this world can never match the tears.                                   

    And though our hearts once shone, like a billion brilliant suns,

    Even the heavens cloud over, and make me doubt you are the one.

    But I won’t run from you girl, though you’ve left me on my own.

    Like you heart is made of stone, and though I so desire to roam,

    I won’t leave you, I’ll be here.    I’ll be here.

  • 04:40 Story Lyrics Two Kinds of Dew

    Two Kinds of Dew

    © Roman Rhodes 1996, new music 2016

     

    1. Well I've been walking in the rain

         just to ease the grinding pain,           

                Head and bones soaked right through

                with two kinds --both mist & grain-- of that foggy mountain dew

     2. I got this tearin' in my soul

                heart and mind conflictin' goals

                So lost I don't know what do,

                So I take a sip of, take a stroll in that foggy mountain dew.

     

    Chorus:  Times I feel so lost,

                            let the troubles of the world weigh down on me

                            I take a walk into the rain

                            let the waters of life wash me free.

                                        How you going to ease the pain,

                                        without drowning in the grain?

                                        Never let them tell you again,

                                        there ain't no magic in the world.

     

    3.   I'm feeling like a ragged sponge

                just get full and then I'm wrung (dry)

                I got to start my life anew

                instead I pledge both lips and lungs to that foggy mountain dew.

    4.   And if I can't fulfill my will,

                I think I'll build myself a still

                over on younder hill called blue,

                and drink & dance away the chills with two kinds of that :foggy mountain dew:

     

    July 2nd 1996, St. Lazare.

                

  • 05:08 Story Lyrics Ain't No Peace

    Ain’t No Peace In All This Pain

    © Roman Rhodes, 2014

     

    There ain’t no peace in all this pain.

    Ain’t no dry eyes in this hard falling rain.

    Ain’t no happiness when you take again and again.

    Ain’t no healing less we change.

     

    The bombs keep falling from hell to Homs.

    The world keeps rolling on as if nothing is wrong.

    We gawk on the web and sing our empty songs.

    But you can’t feel at peace in all this pain.

     

    Chorus:

                Come on rains and wash it all away.

                Don’t know if I can take another day.

                Really want to run and hide away,

                But that don’t solve a thing, so I’ll stay

                And help make this world green again.

     

    The plastic is piled in mountains and in seas;

    Choking the rivers and bringing disease.

    Yet we keep on consuming and producing as we please.

    But there ain’t no plenty in all this pain.

     

    Millions go hungry, though food is in excess.

    The corporations expand, compounding this whole mess.

    They pat their patented backs, amazed at their success.

    But there ain’t no profit in all this pain.

     

    Bridge:

    Ain’t no pride in all this shame.

    Ain’t no true happiness with so many in pain.

    Ain’t no drying out in this hard falling rain.

    Ain’t no peace in all this pain.

     

    The pharmas push drugs while pointing fingers at weed.

    Push poisons on the poot, when laws curb their greed.

    Sicken all the people with fake goods and false needs.

    Ah, there ain’t no magic pill in all this pain.

     

    Repeat Chorus, end bridge+

    Hope to wash clean in this hard falling rain.

     

     

     

     

  • 07:15 Story Lyrics Rainy Day Meltdown

    RAINY DAY MELTDMOWN- THE BEAUTY BLUES,  Part I: The Source

    © Roman Rhodes, 2014, End with Mark Williams © 2016

     

    Rainy day meltdown: This kind of toil is making our world spoil.

    Rainy day meltdown: This kind of oil is making our world boil.

    Though we need both work and fuel we shouldn’t as a rule crap on our hearth

    Though it seems like a boon, its bringing us our ruin and a curse.

      Warming the whole earth, shortening the verse of our lives.

      We’ve planted the death seed, in this blue beauty that we need to survive!

      Why won’t you listen to common sense? Back up by the latest science.

      The death you create includes your own,

      How can you destroy your only home, are you so dense?

      All your wealth and power can disappear within an hour

      Once the end does commence, still you light the fuse

      That will turn all our beauty in blues.

     

    Rainy day meltdown: this kind of radiation, don’t make you smile.

    Rainy day meltdown: this kind of rad will be here for a while.

    If you’re standing on a mountain top, or doing a belly flop in the sun,

    You’re getting plenty of rad, but the kind that is warm and fun.

     This kind of rad makes you sick deep in the bone.

     This kind of rad will make you leave your home.

     The alternatives you reject For the mega projects that make you king.

     Is it just that you are blind, or do you truly not mind destroying everything?

     We could make this world so nice, for everyone a paradise, but this you refuse,                                                      

     For your psychopathic greed, you’ll make the whole world bleed and bruise.

     But you take more than you need,

     And your greed is turning all this beauty into blues.

     

    End:

    But you're like the rain,

    and you're sure to fall.

    And that's when we will rise

    and turn all your blues into blue skies.

     into blue skies.(2x)

  • 06:21 Story Lyrics A War That Can't Be Won

    A War That Can’t Be Won

    © Roman Rhodes, 2015

     

    Walks a man, his guitar slung,

    across his shoulder, like a gun.

    His songs like useless weapons, unsung,

    for he fights a war, that can’t be won.

     

    His words are bullets no one hears.

    They do no harm, so no one fears.

    But listen & they can pierce like rays of the sun,

    in this war that can’t be won.

     

    His amp is heavy like a bomb.

    It explodes with truth, rights the wrong.

    Yet no one hears and he is shunned

    in this war that can’t be won.

     

    Chorus: But don’t give up until the very last song is sung.

    Everyone is fighting the same war so don’t you run!

    For you might be the hero, heroine, oh, the special one,

    Who pushes away the clouds and brings out the sun.

    Whose actions make the change that stop this dirty rain and win

    This war, this war they said can’t be won.

     

    And in his pack he carries many a verse

    about the world and how its getting worse.

    Sometime his conscience feels like a curse.

    But that’s the price you pay

    for loving this earth.

     

    Bridge:

    Now all the poster boys

    have fast and dangerous toys and think they’ve won

    By putting others down,

    and spreading money around to repressive scum.

    But now the very source of life

    now is in danger and on the run.

    But if no one’s left alive,

    their ain’t no winning side, in this war,

    Oh, a war that can’t be won.

     

    So won’t you listen and sing along?

    Together we may just right some wrongs.

    Fight for all those who never enjoy the sun.

    Let’s fight this war, though we know it can’t be won.

     

    Repeat  Chorus (2)     

    But don’t give up until the very last song is sung.

    Everyone is fighting the same war so don’t run!

    Together we can win, so join hands in bands again everyone.

    Sings the songs that make us strong and right the wrongs, without guns       

    Our actions make the change that stop this dirty driving rain and win

    We can win this war they said can’t be won. (3x)

     

  • 02:53 Story Lyrics Tullamore Dew

    Tullamore Dew

    © Roman Rhodes, 1994

     

    1. Blossoms on the apple trees,

                I tried to only think of these,

                but my mind got caught in a summer breeze

                blowin' over seas to you.

     

    2. Trilliums in bloom in the vernal woods;

                didn't help, didn't do me no good:

                I closed my eyes and there you stood,

                large as life in front of me.

     

    (Chorus 1):            Tullamore, Tullamore, Tullamore Dew,

                                        drowning in a glass of thoughts of you;

                                        so rare, so precious, so truly few

                                        such magic, comfort and ease.

     

    3. My love falls like the maple keys;

                I can't help my hearts pluralities;

                most never turn into trees;

                I should have known you would.

     

    (Chorus 2):            Genever, Genever, Genever sighs,

                                        trying to live in a world of lies,

                                        hiding our love deep inside

                                        so as not to hurt her.

     

    4. My crops are planted in the field.

                I expect another bumper yield

                of emotions I just can't wield

                with or without you.

     

    (Chorus 3):            Apfelkorn, Apfelkorn, Apfelkorn tears,

                                        washing up my deepest fears:

                                        a ship in a bottle built of years

                                        smashing on the rocks of you.

     

    (Repeat Chorus 1)

     May 25th, 1994, St. Lazare

     

     

     

  • 05:31 Story Lyrics History

    History

    © Roman Rhodes, 2015

     

    We all gotta study history

    if we want to reach the deep agree.

    Only then can we really see

    that we are all the same everyone.

     

    Every race has practiced slavery.

    Every culture has caused misery.

    Every nation is guilty

    of everything under the sun.

     

    As long as you don’t see this truth,

    you’ll carry on the cycle of abuse

    Because you think that there is some use

    in revenge for what’s been done.

     

    Bridge:                        Oh!---I feel your pain. 

                            Enough to drive you insane.

                            But if you chase your tears and fears and the rain

                            You’re going to hit the ground again and again.

     

    Chorus:   Sometimes you gotta fight, to put things right

                   But use your brain if you want to survive!

                   If we don’t get along, things will go so wrong

                   There will be no one left alive.

                   With the nuclear bombs it will be our last song

                   The end of history and you and me and all that’s good and light---!

     

    Now many of the crimes seem unforgivable

    But it we don’t forgive, this life’s not livable.

    And the cycle of vengeance makes all miserable.

    There’s only one door out is to forgive and be done.

     

    There’s only one true enemy,

    The few who run the wars for greed.

    They exist every single country.

    They want to own or destroy everything under the sun.            Repeat Bridge

     

    The great masses are not so bad

    But stupidly they can be had

    And led to fight each other for the cads

    Who despise all life and every one.

     

    So refuse to be a soldier man

    Refuse to fight for the psychopaths

    Join all together and lets us last

    To see the sun rise again on everyone.                                     Repeat Chorus

     

  • 05:42 Story Lyrics The Sweet Waters

    The Sweet Waters

    © Roman Rhodes, 2012

    Intro:

    There’s this place I’d like to take you, all your parents, sons & daughters.

    It’s a magic place that will heal you, the source of the sweet waters.            

     

    When I think of all the shivering, sorrowful and suffering,

    The homeless, the hungry, the beggars and the squatters,

    My heart grows heavy and I wish to offer

    The nourishment and shelter of these sweet waters.

     

      The sick, the pain wracked and dying; the lost and crazy, twisted plotters,

      If I could, you know I would heal you with these sweet waters.

      And especially for all the torn, the terrorized and tortured

      Facing each day rape, pillage and slaughter;

      The beaten and the bullied, sullen, sullied and scarred,

      I wish I could save you all with the sweet waters.

     

    Chorus:

    Surely in this day and age we can make

    A civilization that gives more than it takes

    Where every one can swim in and drink from the lake

    And heal in these sweet waters.

    Bethe in these sweet waters 2x

     

    Each time you share, and give to the needy,

    You expand your heart and give your spirit quarters.

    Then you won’t need so much wealth, servants nor porters,

    For in your soul you’ll carry your own sweet waters.

     

      Listen you greedy, super rich, you psychotic rotters,

      The more you hoard the less you drink of the magic sweet, waters.

      But how can I show you if you ignore ‘em, even while this world totters?

      It’s all around you, yet you don’t reach for ‘em, the sweet waters.

     

    Chorus 2

    We got the knowledge now to make it all work!

    So why do we let this world be run by all the jerks!

    No need for poverty, hunger or thirst!

    When all can drink of these sweet waters.

     

    End:

    Yes If I could you know I would heal you all in these sweet waters.

    In truth I can, and so can …you don’t have to be a martyr!

    Each time you share and care             you give of the sweet waters!

    And you know you gotta, for

    You and me, we are the source of the sweet waters.

     

NOTES
Rains Themes
From Dylan’s A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall, or CCR’S Who’ll Stop the Rain?, rain has had a political connotation in western folk and rock music. But like the title of the backdrop to the cover, Zhang Yucai’s masterpiece Beneficent Rain, rains are also giving and healing. Think of the Loving Spoonful’s Rain on Roof or Prince’s Purple Rain. Rain gives life, fills our rivers and lakes, …
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Rivers ( Vol V of The Gods The Gates and The Sweet Waters)

by Roman Rhodes and the Born Again Pagans

Released 2014
Multifolkal Music Inc.
Released 2014
Multifolkal Music Inc.
Folk-Roots West at its World inspired best: A rich, deeply lyrical, multi-instrumented, magically unified melange of Alternative Folk, Canadian Singer-songwriter with Classic 60s Rock, Asian, Americana Country, Jazz, Pop & Blues highlights.
  • 05:48 Story Lyrics Silver Rivers (Tanabata)

    Silver Rivers (Tanabata)
    © Roman Rhodes, 2011


    Silver Rivers snake down mountains at night.
    Mist rises mysterious in the cool moonlight. 
    Hills silhouetted against the river of stars.
    A town lit on the riverbanks, houses, temples, bars.            
     Do you know where you are?
     Do you know who you are? 

    Weaving blind down to the sea, the mouth, the bite. 
    Dark waters rolling darker in the city of lights.
    Beneath these cool waters, algae, jetsam stone and sand.
    The life of another lost and drowning man.
             Do you know who I am?
            Any idea who I am?

    Chorus
                And we all need some loving on the go.
                We all need some loving as we roll           
                Down this silver river of life.
                Won’t you be my lover for tonight?

    Tonight is Tanabata, the 7th of July.
    I’ve waited all year for this night to come on by.
    The river of stars is so clear in the sky.           
    Come on take my hand and let us unite!
             Do you know who we are?
             We’re all shining stars!

    Bridge:
       The sky’s so big, it goes ever on.
       I feel so alone most the time, why?  What’s wrong?
       I’ve got all I need, yet this emptiness carries on.
       Why do you hold back the river of love for so long?

    Chorus 2:
               And we all need some loving so let it flow!
               We all need some loving come on let's go!
               Let’s float together down this river of life!
               Won’t you be my lover for tonight.

     

     

     

     

     

  • 03:28 Story Lyrics Canyons of the Soul: Regrets

    Canyons of the Soul: Regrets
    © Roman Rhodes, 2009

    There are loves I’ve never had in the canyons of my soul.
    They linger in the shadows like a garden full of moles. 
    They burrow in my longings and lay there hidden still.
    They chew the roots of calm and leave me unfulfilled.   

    There are loves I’ve left behind in the caves of my heart.
    They are blessed in my mind, but still I had to part.
    Their hurt is a hollow, like the shaft of a mine
    Bored into my soul for some gold they couldn’t find.            

    Chorus:  There are sorrows and regrets and mistakes not made yet.
                  They disturb and make me fret, but I know I must let them all go.
                 When will the rains come? When will the winds blow?
                  When will the river run and cleanse this old arroyo?

    There are paths never taken in the Canyons of my past:
    Avoided, unknown, un-awakened, can I walk them all at last?
    Trails of curiosity, avenues of desire,
    Highways to fulfilment that promised to take me higher.

  • 05:47 Story Lyrics The Green Hills (Tara)

    The Green Hills (Tara)
    © Roman Rhodes, 1996 /Rewrite ©, Roman Rhodes 2009 & 2013

     

    I've been living in a grey town
    Where the dark don't come when the sun goes down
    and the siren’s scream is the only sound                 
    that sings you to sleep when you lie down.

    I've  been dreaming bout the green hills
    far from where the money kills
    and the waters run deep, clear and still
    and you hold me against the night chills
    like a good lover's arms, wanting nothing
    but freedom from harm, wanting nothing.                 

    (Om tare tuttare ture sva.)

    I been longing for a rushing stream
    where salmon spawn among trout and bream,
    and the falls aren't too high to leap,
    you can jump right into your big dream.

    But I've been living in this modern town
    where the only rushing is the kind that wears you down.
    and bits of papers can bring a good person down
    and keep their dreams from getting off the ground.
      like a bad lover's arms, wanting everything
      out of fear of harm, taking everything.

    Chorus:                                  
    I've got to escape this grinding light:
    This stabbing knife of doubt
    into the soft night of my soul.
    I want to hide away in some dark place
    Where I can be alone, and make my space
    and have the time to grow.
    (Om tare tuttare ture sva.)
    How can I fulfil my life?
    When I'm being picked apart & pushed around,
    put down, pierced & passed over,
    pinned & wriggling in a bowl (with my trousers rolled).
    Of cement canyons, no earth beneath my feet.
    Too many signs around, too much noise along this street.
    No stars above, to guide me to the far goal.
    Ah the center's lost, no way to be whole.  


    I been thinking 'bout these hard times
    & the kind of life I'd like to find
    where I can keep my soul and not lose my mind
    amongst all the condoned crime
       of society gone wrong; taking everything;
       gone so damned wrong; leaving nothing

    oh, I've waited so long for the place I'd rather be, 
    among the nightingale's song, far from all this anxiety,
    chasing nothing.  Oh to be secure in the arms,
    of the beauty :of your green hills:.

  • 05:00 Story Lyrics Never End

    Never End.
    © Roman Rhodes, 2013

    It’s seems like forever,
    Thought I’d never get to feel this way again.
    The evening comes,
    the river runs; I don’t want this day to ever end.

    This morning It’s true
    I didn’t even know you. You’re what they call a godsend.
    My misery
    washed down river from me. I don’t want this day to ever end. 

    Chorus: Rolling river rolling on.
               Washing love and life and dreams away from me.
               Or is it that  I’m just holding on
               To the way I think things ought to be?

    If we walk real slow
    As we go hand in hand to the river’s bend?
    Will reality
    Stay away from me? I don’t want this day to ever end.                 

    I’ve listened to
    Your cares and dues. Oh, how my heart did rend.
    I’ve eased your pain,
    Made you smile again. I don’t want this day to ever end.     

    Repeat Chorus + Instrumental

    The grasses brush
    Your thighs. Your blush with golden rays do blend.
    Your smile fades                 
    The sun-gilt glades. I don’t want this day to ever end.                 

    If sand and rocks
    Could only talk, I’m sure their voices they’d lend
    To my refrain,
    They’d sigh and say, I don’t want this day to ever end.                 

    Repeat Chorus

    But with the river’s flow,
    I’m sure you’ll go back down to the city of men.
    And reality
    will take you from me; I don’t want this day to ever end.

     

  • 03:20 Story Lyrics Waiting for the Tragedy: Animae

    Waiting for the Tragedy (Animae)

    © Roman Rhodes, 2009 

     

    We’re all waiting for the tragedy to come.

    Squeezing the tube of life for a last bit of fun.

    All our dreams and plans are on the run

    from the men who rule the world and make the guns.

    :When we’re waiting, oh, waiting for the tragedy to come:

     

    Living in a constant state of fear.

    Exhausted by others’ wailing and tears.

    Hope to drown the noise with more beer.

    But drugs don’t stop the facts or change the gears.

    So you keep on escaping, waiting for the tragedy to come.

     

    And will you still have all your pleasant dreams

    With your heart made of globs of plasticine,

    Stuck with all the things you do that are mean?

    Like leaving ‘em waiting with their rowboats by a stream.

    Like leaving ‘em waiting, leaving ‘em waiting for you to come.

     

    And when the tragedy finally arrives

    And you’re panicking with the crowd to stay alive,

    Floating in the sea like a toy in side a tub,

    Will you be watching for the little boats of love?

    Watching, waiting for the little boats to come.

     

    Wars and illness robbers, rapists, priests.

    Have nothing to say to save me in the least.

    I won, lost, left and been bereft of love

    Now I stand on the deck waiting for the dove.

    I’m waiting for the little boat to come.

    Yeah, I’m waiting, waiting for your love.

    Yeah, waiting for you little boat of love.   Magic love, your love.

     

     

  • 06:07 Story Lyrics The Way It Seems

     The Way It Seems

    © Roman Rhodes, 2011

     

    The things that seemed good, I thought they would stay that way.

    Things that seemed free now, woe is me, seems we have to pay.

    Things that I was sure were right and pure turned out so wrong.

    The dark of night that once gave me a fright             I now welcome on.

     

    The pain and loss I have come across brought some deeper joy.

    The things that were broken now seem but the tokens of a little boy.

    The things that seemed wrong, later on proved alright.

    And beauty was born from things that were torn and set alight.

     

    And now I know that I am blind,

    and have been this way a long, long time.

    And all the rules and all the lines

    thoughts within my mind are but a dream,

    writ in water, we are fodder in this stream;

    And nothing is the way things seem.

     

    The things I’ve done-- number one: leaving you--

    Scarred my soul, no longer whole, but what can I do?

    Other ways did not appear before me then or now.

    And it ain’t no life when you don’t know your own mind anyhow.

     

    We met too young and you clung to some ideal of me.

    And as I grew, you clung to the peel of me.

    And skinned right bare, I flew new born aware to another shore.

    I failed perhaps, but life is craps, or some game of that sort.

     

    And now I know that I am blind,

    and have been this way a long, long time.

    And all the rules and all the lines

    Are writ in the water of this stream.

    And as I row my boat through this dream,

    I realize: nothing is the way things seem.

     

    Times I cheated you like you cheated me are the times we talked the best.

    And the times I treated you so well, you treated me like hell, like the rest.

    Sorry if I was confused, but there were times you abused me so.

    My heart was bruised most by your refusal of my growth.

     

    And now it seems I’m Mr. mean who left you all alone.

    But we agreed in vows to always help the other’s seed grow.

    In your fear, you forgot my dear and tried to control my life.

    And my every dream became a scheme to leave you my wife.

     

    But things aren’t what they seem! I still support your dreams.

    In truth it’s really you who left me, When you tried to stop me being!                                                            

     

    Now the spiritual books give me dirty looks and say I’m to blame.

    But walk in my shoes and pay my dues and you’ll see a different game.

    I tried my best, I failed and I left, but I still love thee.

    And you just hate and blame your fate on me.

     

    And now I know that you are blind,

    For love once lived lasts for all time.

    You’re out of sight but not out of mind.

    So leave your hatred behind!

    No reason we can’t be feeling fine

    Go girl, go and chase your dreams

    For nothing’s the way that it seems!

     

  • 05:41 Story Lyrics The Dys Nile (River of Denial: All Our Past Is Gone)

    The Dys Nile
    (River of Denial; All our Past is Gone)
    © Roman Rhodes. 2008 & 2013

    1.  He had seven-car garage and a one-room house.
    Shared the bathroom with Mickey Mouse.
    Wiped his arse with Donald Duck,
    straight out back went all the muck.
    Down to the River with Finn and Huck,
    Where the chickens now crow and the rooster cluck.

       And there's no way this simple song
       can reveal all that's been lost
       All,  all our past is gone, (buried under the new Chemlawn.)
       We've been double-crossed.

    2. Now Disney's in denial of everything it steals and stole,
    But now the copyright cat is in the bag, they want to keep the fruit in the bowl.
    But if the gift is never shared, everything disappears,
    The fruit rots, the cat suffocates and all that's left is fear.

       And do you own the alphabet and do you own the blues?
       And do you own the breath I breath, and the walking in my shoes?
       And do you own my way of life, I know you already own the news!
       And will you own my DNA or just the family jewels?

    3. Now the poor, they say if shit were gold, the rich would own your hole.
    They'd put a lock where the sun don't shine and make you pay to go.
    They'd spike your feet to the old barn floor and stuff you full of feed
    And make you watch commercials that told you this is what you want and need!
    And if blood were gold it goes without saying, they’d simply make you bleed.

    4. Now the flow of the mind and the flow of life
    These two are joined like man and wife.
    When you hold on to things you get stuck.
    You silt up the river with all your muck.
    So much crap in the water, the river can’t flow.
    When the river turns black Jack then we all must go.

     5. And maybe there’s no coming back
    Or maybe we're born again into this little shack.
    And the mess we left is the mess we get.
    Gimme, gimme did you learn your lessons yet?

     6.The worse kind of poverty there is, is the poverty of mind.
    That puts excessive luxury above what’s deep inside.
    But if we share then there's enough and everyone's full of joy
    If were all just rich enough, then there's no need to steal, hoard or destroy.
    You can ride your bike to work, turn your garage into a library. 
    And fill your mind with the light of life and set your spirit free.

  • 04:06 Story Lyrics Way Down the Merry River

    Way down the Merry River
    © Roman Rhodes, 2008

    Way down the Merry River

    Along the needy shoals,
    I lost sight of my self
    And rowed for petty goals.

    Way down the Merry river,
    where the body becomes a bowl,
    Where the bowl becomes the ocean,
    And the sky becomes the soul. 

    I've marched through all the marshes.
    I've bent around all the bends.
    I've pined "how soon it's all over!"
    And whined, "when does it ever end?"

    Chorus 1
    So row, row, row, or else you're gonna drown.
    Go, go, go or fear will only take you down.
    Know, know, know, your little self at last.
    Be, be, be before the journey's past.

    (Instrumental) Splash, splash, splash: see your little world at last.

    Dream a dream inside a dream
    of a dream of a dream of a dream.
    Breathe your breath to your level-headed best.
    Still, nothing's as it seems.

    I wake to find a world of symbols and signs that can tell
    Me anything I want them to: is this heaven or hell?
    The best of all possible world's: it's true as long as you understand,
    Perception is at the heart of everything, between the salt water and the sand.

    Chorus 2
    So row, row, row your boat and watch it all disappear.
    Merrily, merrily, consciously, warily: nothing's ever here.
    So row, row, row your boat down this little stream.
    And know, know, know yourself, nothing's as it seems.

    Way down the Merry River the one is always near.

  • 04:20 Story Lyrics Damn the Dams

    Damn the Dams
    © Roman Rhodes, 2012

    Everybody’s judging others,
    now everybody’s fudging on everybody else.
    They’re not looking or listening.
    They don’t see essence glistening.
    They only see the shelf.

    You put your pigeons in your box.
    You take each and every word I talk,  like a boat from a river to a lock.
    You deconstruct each letter
    To pretend that you are better. To this conversation’s blood you are a clot.

       It’s laziness that causes this mess
       Of relations come undone.
       But if you’d allow a few mistakes,
       You’d see that were all one.

    You take so little time to understand my rhyme,
    That you misconstrue everything I meant.
    You’re so hung up on form, that a word can cause a storm,
    And turn beauty into something quite bent.

       You can’t step into a river twice,
       so don’t think words that I spoke so nice,
       are the same as some curse you heard.
       I might be befriending you,
       so don’t go ending this before you do
       me the flipping of the bird.

    Chorus:                                    
    Dam your dams, oh, listen to me man,
    Rivers, words and minds must be free.
    Everything you’re holding back is giving you a heart attack,
    And causing us more misery.

    In your fear you cower in the groups that give you power,
    'Cause you think you’ll rise above the flood.
    But cultures rise and fall and the ones that build the dams and walls
    Are the ones that crumble from a lack of love.

          Its fear and greed that cause this need
          And bring out God and gun.
          But if you’d share, take time to care
          You find enough for everyone.

     Bridge:  Take the time to listen to the last word
                Tune your mind to hear the meaning unheard.
                Take the time to get the gist coming from the soul.
                Don’t just take the wind out of my sails.
                Don’t go sink the boat, don’t just simply bail.
                Don’t damn up the river before reaching the goal.

    You put your concrete thinking blocks
    In the current of this river and damn the flowing of the soul.
    And you never understand the goodness in these waters,
    'Cause you focus on bed and banks and not the whole.

                Communication is a river, a bit of take, bit of give her,
                Let it flow, just let be.
                You don’t give energy, you just give shock.
                To the flow of this water you are a rock,
                blocking the current to the Sea.

    Damn yours dams, oh listen to me man:
    Rivers, words and minds must be free.
    Everything you’re holding back is giving you a heart attack,
    And causing us more misery.

     Rep chorus

    Don’t damn the flowing,
    Or we’ll stagnate and never flow into the sea.
    Keep the talk going,
    Won’t you row this little boat along with me.

     

  • 02:37 Story Lyrics Rivers of Love

    Rivers of Love
    © Roman Rhodes, 2014

    Only rivers of love can be saving us now.
    Hope this little song of mine reaches you somehow.
    Touches your hearts and make you see:
    Without the earth we cannot be;
    Gives us life with every breath we breathe,
    Treat her like a deity.

    Wake up each day and take a vow.
    To protect and cherish this golden bough
    All the food you eat, the water you drink,
    Comes from the teat of this holy cow!

    We’ve made such a mess with all our greed.
    Soils of poison and waters that bleed.
    Clean it up or we’re chow.
    Only rivers of love will be saving us now.

    We’ve got to change our basic creed.
    We take too much, yet leave millions in need.
    Treat all as one great family,
    We need to plant the loving seed.

    Cause war will only be our end.
    Turn you enemies to friends. 
    Turn your fights into powwows.
    Only rivers of love will be saving us now.

    Cause war will make us all extinct.
    You know were trembling on the brink
    Turn your weapons into ploughs,
    Only rivers of love will be saving us now. 

    End: Only rivers of love will be saving us now.

  • 04:53 Story Lyrics The Orbit: The Pass By (Amaterasu: Eclipse of the Sun)

    The Orbit: Part 1: The Pass By
    (Amaterasu: Eclipse of the Sun)
    © Roman Rhodes, 2012

    When you coming down the to rainbow?
    When you gonna play in the sun?
    When will you realise the darkness touches everyone?

    There ain’t no use crying about the night time, 
    the way the earth spins around itself.
    There ain’t no use crying about the shite times, 
    think of something else.

    When you coming down to the waterfall?
    When you gonna jump in the stream?
    When will you swim in the lake, my love?
    When will you know what I mean?

    There ain’t no use in crying about the spinning 
    of the earth around the sun.
    There ain’t no use in  crying about the winter
    and when it comes.

    And if the heavens can not rain for ever and a day,
    Why do you think your tears and pain will never go away?

    Now I’m kneeling in the dojo, trying to find the mojo  I left behind.
    The cold hard floor pains my feet, out side is rain and sleet,
    But inside this pain suits me fine.
    Helps focus my mind and face the walls and the grind.

    And I want you to fly with me  this long night in my arms
    It don’t matter what others are thinking, we’re not doing any harm.
    If we make each other happy what does it matter what we do?
    As long as it is mutual, ain’t nobody’s business but me and you.
    In the morning you can walk, and I can too.

     

  • 04:30 Story Lyrics Rivers Run

    Rivers Run
    ©Roman Rhodes, 2006

    Rivers run down mountains.
    Rivers run to the sea.
    Run in evaporation
    And in clouds above you & me.
    Rivers run in rain
    And run in rivers again.
    And spirits run like rivers run
    In streams of constant change.

    Spirits run in bodies,
    In breath and word and names.
    Spirits run in families
    In strands of D.N.A.
    In animals, rocks & trees;
    in smiles & laughter.
    And gods run like sprits run:
    In everything and ever-after.

    Gods run in histories,
    In emotions and ideas.
    And Gods run in energies
    Like winds through oak leaves;
    Like strings of electricity;
    Like currents in your brain.
    And rivers run like gods run:
    Through elements like rain.

     instrumental

    Rivers down mountains.
    Spirits run to the sea.
    Gods run in evaporation
    all around you & me.
    They run in rain.
    And run in rivers again.
    And everything is eternal
    :Only external forms change.:

NOTES
Folk-Roots West at its World inspired best: A rich, deeply lyrical, multi-instrumented, magically unified melange of Alternative Folk, Canadian Singer-songwriter with Classic 60s Rock, Asian, Americana Country, Jazz, Pop & Blues highlights.
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RIVERS is the natural follow up to the excellent Emergent Sea:

"Only when folk music is spiced with exotic sounds from the rest of the world does it transcend its roots and become vital again. Such is the …
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The Emergent Sea

by Roman Rhodes and the Born Again Pagans

Released 2009
Multifolkal Inc.
Released 2009
Multifolkal Inc.
Rich, real vocals, instruments, and arrangements, that carry you away and bring you back energized and inspired, like body surfing your soul in cool waves on a hot day; lyrics full of intent and vision "A feast for the ears, mind and spirit," (I.M.E)
  • 04:54 Story Lyrics The Emergent Sea

    The Emergent Sea: Lyrics

    I was standing by the Totoro trees 
    when along came a breeze that said 
    "Come on Will, let's go over the hill 
    and down to the inland sea. 

    I'd been dreaming of getting away 
    to the island where the pixies play. 
    When the wind asked in sorrow 
    why wait for tomorrow 
    When you can be happy today?

    As there was salt on the wind 
    and my finances were dim, 
    I walked on over that old salt road. 
    Left my kin, followed a whim, 
    hoping it knew where to go.

    Chorus: 
    And if you could fly on your whimsical mind
    And leave all your troubles behind, 
    Would you still change the world or escape to find 
    Everywhere's the same if you don't take the time 
    To know yourself deep inside, 
    to meet the goddess hidden inside. 

    Now the first Englishman in Japan,
    Came with a compass in hand. 
    And he pointed the way to a better day 
    Said: kick the Jesuits out of your land.

    Must be an ancestor of mine, 
    For we share the same name and mind 
    And we respect the other and great hidden mother 
    Who makes all living things shine.

    But I only made it to the river, 
    where a girl with a bow and quiver 
    Shot down inside of me, made me shudder then shiver. 
    Built a house and lost myself, 
    and now my soul's upon a shelf 
    Wondering if I'll ever get beyond this land of never 
    Grow this acorn to a tree, 
    build a boat inside of me and cross the emergent sea.

    Now I'm a musical man, 
    But I've yet to form my band, 
    For I can't find my way, 
    nor know where to play 
    Without that compass in hand.

    So I'm waiting by the Totoro trees, 
    Searching for my deity. 
    Preying for detection 
    so she'll give me directions 
    Down to the inland sea, cross this emergent sea!

  • 03:46 Story Lyrics Odysseus

     

    1. The greatest hero in Western lines, 
    when in paradise he cried, 
    a goddess right by his side, 
    the promise of eternal life. 
    Yet, for ten years he did pine 
    to leave the isle of the divine Calypso.

    2. Star Vega laments she let him go, 
    but does she understand, does she know 
    the pull of heart strings 
    and the pain it brings 
    is as great a thing for the wandering soul?

    (Instrumental)

    3. Sorrowful as the nightingale she sings, 
    having offered him everything. 
    But do you know the suffocation of 
    a prisoner of love?

    4. Lost in the outer ring of ocean, 
    caught on some lonely inner isle of emotion-- 
    do you understand the notion of 
    animus and anima, animal and animate, 
    of the journey that we must all make 
    to our inner unconscious state of mind?

  • 03:35 Story Lyrics Poseidon

    Poseidon: Lyrics

    1. I pace the sand near our driftwood home, 
    but there's no sign of you on this beach that I comb. 
    The sea gave to me this shelter to turn to, 
    by my house is empty without the love of you.

    2. Since ancient times we've cut the cedar and the pines 
    and tried to tame the waves, 
    but she laughed at the myths of the past 
    and bragged about being brave.

    3.Branches snap and the waves they thunder 
    as the Nor' Wester' blows aground; 
    I search the strand, but she's nowhere to be found. 
    No boat, no trace of flotsam, washes back to me; 
    my heart's so foggy that my soul can't see.

    4. The wind whistles as it blows through the humped back firs. 
    No jib, no main, no, there ain't no sign of her. 
    Better t've drowned, then be here coast bound, such are the thoughts I sieve; 
    my bones remain on shore, my soul grieves out at sea.

    5. The good sea has brought us gifts and arts from far away; 
    the fruits of civilization, hey, the ocean feeds us everyday! 
    Plenty of fish for many a dish, for once pleasant us, 
    but you my dear are now the plate of Poseidon's stormy lusts!

    6. (instrumental 2 lines)
    Modern ships may mock the waves, but now as in ancient days, 
    Poseidon still giveth and he still taketh away!.

  • 04:24 Story Lyrics The Trees Once Grew High

    The Trees Once Grew High
    ©Roman Rhodes, 2002

    The trees they once grew high, I'm telling you. 
    Grew so high and full, sheltered us from the sky. 
    But now we've cut the old ones all down, 
    and on the ground they lie.
    Those trees once grew so high, I'm telling you.

    Now the squirrels could walk the trees, I'm telling you.
    From the Atlantic Coast to the Mississippi; 
    Never touched the ground, never made a sound, 
    Silent leafy highways, high above the ground. 
    The squirrels once walked the trees, I'm telling you.

    That air was so clean, I'm telling you.
    Air so clean it cleared your head, like a forest fire. 
    Woke your mind with the waking dreams, 
    Sparking like a live wire, 
    That air was once so clean I'm telling you.

    Chorus: Well it stoned you to your soul, 
    Never felt empty, always whole. 
    The Oneness with the all. 
    But we cut them down and that's what makes our fall.

    Their leaves they made the soil, I'm telling you. 
    Soil so thick and rich, all things planted grew. 
    But with no roots to hold it down.
    We're left with a barren ground.
    The leaves made the soil, I'm telling you.

    That soil cleaned the water I'm telling you.
    Filled it with minerals that made our blood so strong. 
    We're weakened now the water's no good, 
    Cause the soil and the trees are gone. 
    The trees cleaned the water I'm telling you.

    Repeat chorus 

    That water was so clear, I'm telling you. 
    From a fifty meter pier, you could see right through. 
    Healed your wounds and healed your soul, 
    Jump in it, drink it, it made you whole, 
    That water was so pure, I'm telling you.

    The salmon were so plenty, I'm telling you.
    Jab in your spear once, run a dozen through. 
    Like a flashing shimmering silver wall. 
    Jumping like lightening up a water fall, 
    The salmon were once so plenty I'm telling you.

    Repeat chorus

  • 04:19 Story Lyrics The Horizon

    The Horizon: Lyrics

    The light that's in her eyes, 
    Makes me smile and makes me cry. 
    For like a light upon the sea 
    It's a light that I can't reach.

    And the softness of her skin 
    Makes me grin, but does me in 
    Like sunrise's soft glow and such 
    It's a softness I can't touch.

    Chorus

    If you learn that longing lives on the horizon 
    That fire in your eyes will wizen, 
    Wings of wax will melt in the sky, son 
    But you will surely fall in someone else's horizon.

    But the farmer who ploughs in his field, 
    Won't even notice your tragic plunge 
    And as he gathers in his yield,
    You can scream with all of your lungs.

    And ships upon the sea 
    May think some large fish made that splash. 
    And as you sink into the deep. 
    They continue on their merchant's path.

    Chorus 2
    When I'm longing & lusting, my heart it keep busting. 
    From the crest to the trough, I'm tossing not trusting.
    The hull of this ship feels like its rusting.
    I know I should let go, but I must have you.

    Well the sweet scent of her breath 
    Is a worthwhile form of death. 
    The sound and voice so dear 
    Of the voice that you can't hear.

    But artists will paint and poets will speak, 
    Capture the horizon of which you seek. 
    And from the fall in which you die 
    the love of the lover will rise.

    Chorus 3
    But the longing & lusting are a boat's busting 
    From the prow to the stern this ship is rusting 
    From the crest to the trough this boat is tossing. 
    But I can't stop the wanting and the longing: oh I must have you.

  • 04:49 Story Lyrics E i E i Oh

    E I E I Oh! Lyrics
    © Roman Rhodes, 2006

    :E I E I oh, where did the animals go?: 
    Well when I was a kid, I went darting through the woods 
    There were rabbits in the logs and a hundred kind of frogs, 
    Salamanders in the mud and snakes wove through the grass 
    We chased bugs and butterflies as a thousand birds passed by. 
    Oh me, oh me, oh my, where did they fly?

    We could run down by the stream and catch minnows with our hands. 
    We could drink the water clean and watch the beavers build their dams. 
    And if we walked down to the lake, we could dig in the sand,
    And find clams to bake, in fires we would make on free land. 
    E I E I oh where do the waters now flow? 
    Oh me, oh me, oh my, where can I find such life?

    There were berries to be picked for which to make a pie.
    There were mushrooms to avoid, lest you touch and die. 
    This sense of life and death put magic in your heart, and a twinkle in your eye;
    Made you thankful for breath and for all things live!  
    E I E I oh, Where did the magic go? 
    Oh me oh me oh my, how could we let it die?

    No one seems to remember. No, no one does recall, 
    That the trees in the east, once were twice as tall. 
    And their girth was ten men round and took two days to make one fall. 
    But if you tell them that now, they say, no the cold here has always made them small. 
    :E I E I oh. Where did our memories go?:

    Well the forests are now gone. In their place, asphalt or lawn. 
    And the food that once was free, you now pay to drink and breathe.
    For the waters are now brown and  where they fall there's a foam. 
    They run deep underground, under pavements without sound. 
    E I E I oh, how did we let them go?

    No more learning as you should, darting through the wood. 
    No more sense of life, just death and a shortness of the breath.
    And the frogs are all long gone, just plastic turtles by the pond.
    And the ornaments on the lawn remind us of all that we once did know.
    E I E I oh, How could we let it go? 
    Oh me, oh me, oh my, how could we let it die?

  • 02:26 Story Lyrics A Man Once Called Me

    A Man Once Called Me: Lyrics.

    In Old Amsterdam by the Vondel Park 
    on a bicycle built for one, 
    She clung to my waist as I pedaled through the dark
    To the places where tourists don't come.

    We opened our hearts in bars of darkened oak 
    Sipped Genever and Tullamore Dew. 
    Our lips lingered on glasses; 
    hands missed all the passes 
    For I didn't want to lose you know who.

    Yeah I feared the flood the flotsam and jetsam, 
    And all that would be drowned. 
    So I held back my hand, and kept plugged the dam 
    In that anything goes old town.

    Chorus: 
    Just as little Boy Blue held back the sea, 
    I held back the love in me. 
    Her name was Michelle and she cast quite the spell, 
    On a man whose name once was Me.

    Well her hand hung down from soft warm bed 
    to the wood floor where I lay my head. 
    So close, so close, but never did touch, 
    Never seen air hold back so much.

    Though I held back my fingers, the longing still lingers 
    down by the Vondel park. 
    If you give love it grows, if you don't it just goes 
    And leaves you empty and dark.

    So you can stay true, but you'll only be blue.
    And still destroy what is whole. 
    With my hand on my chest, my thumb did it's best 
    To plug up the leak in my soul.

    Repeat bridge 2 and chorus.

  • 04:48 Story Lyrics Plastic Fire Hats

    Plastic Fire Hats 
    ©Roman Rhodes, 2006

    Plastic fire hats thrown on a dead lawn; 
    All our plates gotten at the Texaco; 
    Free coupons with the gas to go; 
    All our past I never came to know. 
    Culture was something that I'd have to grow 
    on my own, lost and all alone. 

    Parking lots as far as the eye can see; 
    People wondering why the youth should be 
    So full of violence, nothing else to do 
    Seems all life is already rotten through.

    People want own children when so many without 
    Half the world is flooded, the other half in drought. 
    With such imbalance, no wonder we're in doubt 
    And all they offer is a God who seems like such a lout.

    Chorus: Ah think about it! Think before you act!
               Two birds on the shoulder: One looks forth and one looks back.

    Red Fire Hats falling on a dead lawn: 
    All our life, we're searching for something to help us on, 
    Find our way, keep us clear and make us strong. 
    With no guidance, no wonder that we go wrong.

    Wondering why the Youth has gone to pot? 
    Wondering why moral's something we're not? 
    Wondering why the world is going to hell? 
    Obvious isn't it, but don't you dare tell:

    All our culture gotten from the Texaco! 
    All our government/wars, just to make the oil flow.
    All our past, something we never came to know. 
    All our future, something we fear won't show.

    All my youth I was always searching for 
    Some world-view to help me put it all in order. 
    Since I've learned so much that I think I'll bleed 
    sorrow from my pores, when you come to cut me 
    with your knives for your prying eyes to see, 
    That really I'm just like you. 
    Only that truth was something I both spoke and knew 
    While your values are upheld as a blockade to the truth.

    Plastic fire hats are all they have to save us: 
    Duck and cover from the splitting of the nucleus. 
    Band-aids for errors deep as fault lines, 
    Same mistakes as history's left behind.

    [Some earlier verses that got cut. 
    People who want children just can't seem to reproduce 
    Those who got 'em, never wanted, tell me what's the use? 
    No future anyhow and so much abuse, 
    Values are upheld as a blockade to the truth. 
    That we got something better inside. 
    That goes beyond the wrong and the right. 
    It comes like a rain in the night 
    And makes green the lawn that is white.

  • 04:40 Story Lyrics She Sells Seashells

    She Sells Seashells 
    © Roman Rhodes, 2007 
    (rewrite: original 2002)

    Intro: She sells seashells down by the seashore, 
    Dreams of a better wave, while she rides her surfboard. 
    Watching from the beach, she seemed out of reach, lord, 
    But I guess I got what I didn't even know I prayed for.
    Just a secret wish, deep in my heart 
    And I got more than I could part with, oh! 
    I'm lost in the sea of love without any ark oh, 
    Life's magic is sometimes light sometimes dark. 

    1. I was down for the festival of One Ocean 
    When circumstances set the waves in motion. 
    I took care of these kids lost in the commotion 
    'Til they pointed to their mother and I discovered devotion!

    Bridge 1 Like Venus on the half-shell, she rode her surfboard: 
    Golden gleaming, slightly leaning, the surf roared. 
    Came out of the water, dripping, thankful for my care. 
    And I knew I was drowned, then and there.

    The days, the night fused, beach fires and the muse. 
    Stages played, longing swayed, attractions grew. 
    Full moon, pine-scape. Fire dance, entranced. 
    Sand dunes, drums tunes. Can't insult chance!

    2. Her name is Kayla, She lives by the sea, 
    Wants someone to make her life easy. 
    But if you don't fulfill her dreams and needs. 
    You'll be left out on the sea of no feeling.

    She's got two kids as sweet as can be. 
    Could be with her just to make them happy. 
    But forget your own life if you take her for a wife, 
    You'll be a slave to all her joy and strife.

    Bridge 2: Now I know how Odysseus felt, 
    Stuck on somebody else's shelf. 
    An object of interest, like a seashell. 
    No say, no way Jose, to be your self.

    (Intro/chorus: Sing 1st two lines then instrumental then last two lines of chorus)

    3. She seemed so open and free of mind, 
    But she had hang ups all the time. 
    Hang ten toes curled behind, 
    the surfboard of her mind.

    She blamed me for already having ties! 
    But the rope was around her ankle, not mine. 
    I would have dropped all if she gave me time, 
    But the waves kept rolling in so she left me behind.

    End:
    She loved me then she hated me, 
    but never got to know me. 
    Hooked when she baited me, 
    then tossed me as far as she could throw me.
    I am wounded, I am bleeding, and I am ready for 
    the sharks 4 o'clock feeding and I am needing her now.

  • 06:08 Story Lyrics Saipan

    Saipan
    ©Roman Rhodes, 2002 
    rewrite w. new words and music,
    ©Roman Rhodes 2008

    I walk white sands among indigo seas, 
    Rainbow fish among coral reefs. 
    Flame trees flower in a gentle breeze. 
    Such beauty makes you sigh man, on Saipan.

    But ships off shore, numbering four, 
    loaded with tanks and guns to their core 
    Prepare once more for a world wide war.
    Oh, it makes me sigh man, Saipan.

    I talked to a man on shore leave, 
    Chief engineer of a ship and the things he said would make you grieve: 
    he wants to nuke the entire Middle East. 
    It really numbs the mind. I want to rage and cry, man. 
    See the beauty and wonder why 
    He doesn't understand or see, here on Saipan.

    And has he really forgotten so soon 
    The stories of the 2nd & 4th and their platoons;
    The 10,000s who died too soon;
    the tanks and lives in ruin , on the reefs in Saipan.

    Chorus/Bridge 1
    And how it rained people were falling, falling like rain 
    The women sat brushing their long black hair. 
    Gentle loving strokes, taking special care. 
    Then changed to their finest silks as if going somewhere. 
    Then joined hands and stepped from the cliff into the air. 
    Yeah people were falling, falling like rain.

    War, drives us insane. heightening of prejudices, The bleaching of the brain! 
    The youngest girl pushed by her brother. 
    The next child was pushed by another. 
    'Til the eldest pushed by his mother pushed by the father, 
    who jumped to join all the others.
    Falling, falling like rain.

    Fears of horrors, fears of pain. 
    Fear pushing us to do things of shame. 
    I thought it was a picnic, a happy family scene. 
    The kids gathered round, hugging the parents in between. 
    But father's fruit was metal, hand-sized, olive green 
    He pulled the pin and they were blown to smithereens! 
    They were falling, falling like rain (ad lib.)

    I read the memorials on the beaches & hills,
    the longings of ghosts & the national wills,
    The testaments of error and the numbers of killed, 
    The voices of all those forgotten and still hoping for peace on Saipan.

    Chorus/Bridge 2 Praying for peace and wondering why man 
    So many still don't understand,

    That we're all the children of the great God Pan. 
    That we're all part of one great family, 
    Born of nature, born of beauty.
    So stop killing in the name of race, religion and national duty. 
    Stop and understand: pan American, pan pacific, pan Asian, 
    pan African, pan European, pan human, all one Pan Gaia, Pan. All one. Pan.

  • 04:37 Story Lyrics Long Talk Off a Short Beer

    Long Talk Off a Short Beer 
    (c) Keith Adams, 1989

    1. 
    Sweet Loneliness with the brilliant mind, 
    smile so shy, wide open eyes and I, 
    we were talking into the wee hours of the night. 
    Until the paper man came through the bar, 
    dispelled love's dew with the morning Star, and pages of fright, 
    printed full of false wrongs and rights.
        And we had almost touched upon 
        the matters that were closest to our hearts. 
        But the outside world reminded us
        that us two we were to keep apart. Apart from: 

    Chorus: Contact with you, 
               it's something I got to do. 
               You need contact with me, 
               that's something that I can see.

    2. 
    It started with a long talk off of a short beer 
    and we were in deep waters, falling off the pier. 
    The pier of peers, the pier of fears of morals and of shame, 
    of married man and married dame, living on monogamy lane 
        with hearts so alone and spirits so lame, 
        lame from a lack of contact.
        What we need is contact,    
        need not involve sex, just might. 

    Bridge: 
    Might be words or eyes, 
    but we two must realize 
    that we, in this darkest age, 
    have broke the pier and skipped the page and made

    (Repeat Chorus)

    Bridge 3: But now we're swimming, 
    oh yes, we're swimming in waters over our heads 
    and one too many beers 
    and all our words of love crash upon the piers 
    and stumble across the page, 
    for we are but waders in this loneliness game.

    3. 
    Sweet loneliness with brilliant mind, 
    smile so shy, wide open eyes and I, 
    we were talking 'to the wee hours of the night. 
    It started with a long talk off of a short beer 
    and we were in deep waters, falling off of the pier, 
         But now we're swimming, oh, yes we're swimming 
         in waters over our heads, and one too many beers, 
         and all our words of love crash upon the piers 
         of morals and fears and shame of married man and married dame 
         living on monogamy lane with hearts so alone and spirits so lame, 
         lame from a lack of

    (Last Chorus):
               Contact. What we need is contact. 
               Gimme contact. Gimme gimme, gimme contact! 
               What I need is contact, contact with you!

  • 05:16 Story Lyrics Ocean Sunset

    Ocean Sunset 
    © Keith Adams, 1989 
    rewrite 2007 new words and bridge

    1. 
    Ocean Sunset, don't go down yet on me. 
    Golden Mauve of morning, 
    graces the far shore of this sea.
    Oh cragged cliff of reason, 
    the jumbled jagged twilight of my mind. 
    The rambling wave roved me out here to find 
    that my heart sunk ten thousand miles behind.

    Chorus 1: No breeze through the fir trees, alone, lost & hollow; 
                 and the mist on the sea grounds both gull and swallow; 
                 and the waves swells and the sea shells, 
                 and on the porch the Chinese bells all remind me of your beauty.

    2. 
    Driftwood, I witness the wounded sun surrender, 
    bleeding into the violet sea. 
    Seaweed, I accord its crimson cry 
    rolling in with the tide over me. 
    Waves crash unto my shore, 
    unto the jumbled rocks of reason in my mind. 
    Lessons too long ignored, mind's eye. 
    Sand castles crumble and nothing's left behind.                 Instrumental

    Bridge

    What did I call you for, cracks in the ocean floor? 
    Bared mine and earth's own core. Is this fate' s own forge? 
    Love is it's own scourge, but sun sinks to rise once more.

    Chorus 2: 
    A breeze through the fir trees, a gentle banshee, 
    clears the mist from the sea and reveals things unseen. 
    and the waves swells and the sea shells, 
    and on the porch the Chinese bells all remind me of your beauty.

    End: Ocean Sunset, don't go down yet on me.

  • 05:26 Story Lyrics Grandma's Telecaster (The Good Old Days)

    Grandma's Telecaster (The Good Old Days) 
    © Roman Rhodes, 2005

    When grandma died, she left me something on deposit. 
    Her will said I would find it in the back of her closet 
    And if I could master it, it would be mine. 
    'Twas a ruby red telecaster from 1969! 
    I didn't even know that Granny played! 
    But mom said, "son, your grandma really rocked on purple haze. 
    Back in the good ol' days."

    My grandma's hair was grey and tied up in a bun. 
    When she let it down it reached her George Washington. 
    She often crossed the Potomac, just for fun. 
    In electric lady land, she was number one! 
    Her guitar strap's red leather with rhinestones all the way 
    Up the front and down the 
    Back to her good old days!

    When grandma died I found stashed in her tickle trunk 
    A lotus legged, meditating, wise old Buddhist monk! 
    And despite being folded up and locked away he wasn't in a funk 
    He said the things we think we need are just a bunch of junk, 
    But for a man my age, I got a lot of spunk. 
    I said I didn't even know that grandma prayed! 
    He said, "Son, you grandma was enlightened 
    Back in the good ol' days."

    When I was young  the world seemed headed in the right direction.
    But then some greedy fools done gone stole the election. 
    And now the small mindedness that once held sway, 
    Long before, in a time before the good old days, 
    Have armed the church steeples with nuclear bombs. 
    And promise they'll blow us back to Kingdom Come, 
    Unless we pay whatever price for oil that they say. 
    But I know my grandma would have stood up and fought 
    Back in the good old days!

    Well now the telecaster's mine and I carry it like a gun. 
    I can play Along the Watchtower in my sleep with my teeth for fun. 
    And I've raised myself an army of the New Rising Sun. 
    And we're going to march on D.C and challenge the illegitimate ones. 
    We've got 10,000 telecasters and man we're gonna groove, 
    For peace, for nature, for equality, we got something to prove. 
    With a wall of guitars, we're gonna blow those bastards away! 
    And bring back the good ol' days!

  • 05:27 Story Lyrics Kirk's Caledonia (Moon on the Ocean)

    Kirk's Caledonia(Moon on the Ocean)
    © Roman Rhodes, 2007 In Memory of Kirk MacGeachy
    Rewrite of Moon on the Ocean by Kirk MacGeachy with Keith Adams, ©1996 
    New Words & Music, © Roman Rhodes ,2007 

    There's a moon on the ocean, shining down on me. 
    There's thousand Islands in a single mystery. 
    I've been looking for fortune in far off distant lands, 
    but I'm lost as ever, I gotta get back to my Celtic strand :gotta get back.:

    The promises of cities the poverties of home, 
    We try our luck with destiny, try to make it on our own. 
    And it's just as John says, life happens as we make our plans, 
    I've been seeking for a living, lonely for my homeland.

    Chorus
        Oh my heart is calling me, calling me back home. 
        I hear the big sea rolling everywhere I roam.

    Now all the world's a flat place, and every where's the same: 
    pirates loot and burn countries with a globalizing flame. 
    And it's just as Saul says, "society keeps us from ourselves," 
    I've been on distant continents, got to get back to the Celtic shelf.

    Bridge:
    And in the evening when the sun is sinking low. 
    And all the birds fly in from sea. 
    It's then I know that I should spread my sails and go 
    back to you who waits for me.   Are you waiting, waiting there for me?

    Bridge part 2 
    Oh silver loon, you died to soon,
    Your laughter lingers with the light of the moon. 
    Now I know the fear of a handful of dust B
    ut I've seen all of life in the seed of lust. 
    You touched us all with your warmth and love, 
    And your voice shines on like the moon above.

    There's a moon on the ocean, I know you'll see it too, 
    feel the tides in motion, pulling me back to you. 
    Now I'm searching the heavens for that Northern star, 
    to shine over my fortune, to lead me back from afar.

    Repeat chorus 2x

  • 06:21 Story Lyrics Eclipse of the Earth

    Eclipse of the Earth 
    © Roman Rhodes, 2003

    Between the sun and the earth 
    Spun a silent silver moon 
    The shadow cast upon our hearth 
    Once thought us of our ruin
      On this fragile orbit through space 
      The differences of culture, creed and race 
      Are so small as to not leave a trace; 
      We're here to learn to cooperate.

    Between the sun and universe 
    Walks this little blue-green earth, 
    Are we under some stupid curse 
    That we cannot see its fragile worth? 
      This tiny bios-sphere in space, 
      Chances are it can't be replaced. 
      In this spinning cosmic soup of rocks,
      We never know when's the next shock.

    It's easy that by some off chance 
    This may be your last romance. 
    Who knows when your life may end, 
    Make every enemy your friend. 
       But darkened minds and darkened hearts 
       Rule this fragile earth of ours, 
       Leading us to endless stupid wars 
       All alone amongst the stars.

    How can we teach them, 
    These small-minded men of mars? 
    How can we reach them, 
    Through their thick minds and empty hearts? 
    How can we stop them, 
    Before they tear this world apart?

    Tween golden Venus and red Mars 
    Walks this blue green earth of ours. 
    Why are we fighting these stupid wars 
    All alone amongst the stars? 
    All alone amongst the stars. 
    All alone amongst the stars.

  • 04:38 Story Lyrics Umi/The Sea

    UMI/The Sea 
    Traditional Japanese Song with 

    1. Umi wa hiroi na oki na. 
    Tsuki wa noboru shi hiwa shi zumu

    2. Shiroi o fune ni yurerarete 
    ittemitaina yosono kuni. *

    4. Little white boat on the bay rocked by the waves, 
    I long to be in a country far away. 

    5. I have come from a country far away, 
    to this island in the sea and I long to stay.

    6. For I've met a girl with a smile so wide and a love so deep, 
    and I see the sunshine in her eyes and the moon in her cheek.

    7. Kitayo toi kuni kara. 
    Zutto itaina kono shimani

    8. deatta egao no sutekina ko 
    kagaya ku hitomini kikaru tsuki.>>

    9. Umi wa oonami aoinami, 
    yurete dokomade tsuzuku yara. 

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Roman Rhodes is the stage name of the persistently prolific Singer Songwriter of the Born Again Pagans. With over 200 songs to his name and the ability to write in almost any style, he is a veritable goldmine for any publisher, agent, or company with the intelligence to cultivate but not strip mine… were these The Good Old Days! Humorous and intelligent, he is one of the few on the planet fully …
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RIPE

by Roman Rhodes & The Born Again Pagans

Released 2005
Multifolkal Inc.
Released 2005
Multifolkal Inc.
Folk Roots West at its alternative World inspired best: A skillful mix of Country-Celtic-Blues-Roots with a rich blend of classical, and world instrumentation.
  • 05:11 Story Lyrics Red Snapdragons

    Red Snapdragons

    Red snapdragons, 
    orange tiger lilies, 
    gold-green cornfields, 
    ripe wheat, blue skies and you. 

    And we walked along 
    those lane ways overgrown; 
    red tractors pulling 
    in a harvest of plenty.

    (Chorus a): Trains could pass us by and leave us alone. 
                    Sorry planes could ever fly so high above our home.
                    If they never shattered our skies, maybe we'd still roam 
                    hand in hand in paradise, together alone. 

    But they lured you on 
    to cathedrals beyond: 
    the yellow sandstone of Arles, 
    rose plaster and marbles, 

    Biblical Vatican skies, 
    dark Mediterranean eyes, 
    turquoise seas and tanned thighs, 
    red wine, that man, and you. 

    (Repeat Chorus a) 

    And I simply let you go. 
    I even paid your fare. 
    'Cause you know I know 
    there's no stopping what is there, 
    not, at least, without it bursting out 
    in violence somewhere. 

    And I could see the fire in your eyes. 
    Yet, I'm still surprised. 
    When people don't speak their minds, 
    when, suddenly, I find 
    hidden agendas have been there 
    all of the time. 

    (Chorus b): Envy and greed, I just can't understand. 
                    They're born of need, not from a bountiful land. 
                    You were from the city, how dull this must have seemed. 
                     But when I say, "cultivate the self," you know what I mean. 

    Rich dark soil, 
    you know that it's good. 
    I said it reminds me of your skin 
    and you understood.

    And I'd be there with you, 
    if I only could. 
    But my crop's planted 
    and my yield's not in. 

    (Bridge:) Meantime I'll be walking on 
                those lane ways overgrown 

    with Red snapdragons, 
    orange tiger lilies, 
    gold-green cornfields
    :and a ripe blue heart for you:.(3x)

  • 04:11 Story Lyrics Snake Eyes

    Snake Eyes

    Gas bombs and paper walls; 
    Walking down these narrow halls; 
    too many crazy dreams too many close calls; 
    not too long before the fall. 

    You just wanted a family, 
    but saw it gunned down in the spring 
    with flowers blooming and everything 
    looking like a paradise. 
        You say you rolled snake eyes 
        and there ain't no reason why
        You say you rolled snake eyes 
        and you'll revenge before you die.

    For you it's a holy war 
    trying to even out some ancient score 
    but I don't believe your whys or your wherefore 
    when we have the key to unlock the door 
    to paradise, Eve, the snake and I.

    Instrumental: 

    The sins of the father are visited on the sons; 
    hey aren't we the lucky ones, 
    to come into this world to make it undone 
    believing in Gods with mighty big guns. 
       You say it's snake eyes, 
       but it you and I who decide. 

    Bridge :Don't blame the knowledge tree, 
              It's ignorance, fear and greed.
              It's not the Earth creatures,
              It's the sky god economy.

              Its not snake eyes, It's you and I who decide:
              Don't blame the knowledge tree,
              When it's the oil-military-industrial economy! 

    Gas bombs and paper walls, 
    walking down these narrow halls, 
    sometimes I don’and it all; 
    hope we learn before the fall. 

    Repeat bridge

  • 05:50 Story Lyrics Stolen Seasons

    Stolen Seasons

    1.
    Met you on a brief sojourn, on the globe of golden thorns. 
    Rode through like a donkey Christ, ready for a sacrifice. 
    Then came the big surprise, 
    When we crossed the bridge of eyes over a cup of ice latte. 
    Always knew I was not wise, 
    But never knew that my demise would come that way. 
       Ah cupid you've been so nice 
       To give the give of love, so much greater than reason. 
       Sad that it was not life, 
       Instead of this constant strife, but grateful for that stolen season. 

    2. 
    Rush to work in Babylon, thorns still stick, but sun is gone. 
    Hung upon the worker's cross: earn a living feel the loss. 
    But in a brief respite, 
    Golden words come from you to write over a cup of hot tea. 
    Suddenly I see wise, 
    I feel my spirits rise within the cup of me. 
      Ah muse you've been so nice 
      To give the give of sight, so much greater than reason. z
      Sad that it was not life 
      Instead of this constant strife, but grateful for that stolen season. 

    3. 
    Hieros Gamos, children are born, Watch them wear the crown of thorns. 
    Torture of angels is parents plight: witness their trials in patient fright. 
    Yet in this valley of dark and light 
    Feel the bliss and strange delight over a pail of water. 
    Dreams of the after life 
    Calmed by the continued life of your son and your daughter. 
      Ah Gods, you've been so nice 
      To give the gift of life so much greater than reason. 
       Fuses fail and fuses light, But this too is life, this stolen season. 

    Instrumental 

    4.
    Like Yeat's inverted gyre, we're brought low as we're brought higher. 
    Balance surrounds yet can't be seen: found in opposite and extremes. 
    Chase it but can't catch the gleam, 
    Hidden in both the high and mean, everywhere but can't be seen or grasped. 
    Fingers clenched, slips in between; 
    Appears briefly in a dream; you'll know it when it makes you laugh.
      Ah, Tao, you've been so nice 
      To give the gift of the life, so much greater than reason. 
     
     The happy, peaceful, eternal light,  
      Piercing the darkest night, seen in these stolen seasons.

  • 02:14 Story Lyrics Tall Ships; Short Lives

    Tall Ships; Short Lives 

    1. She couldn't live a life as a farmer's wife, 
    no, she couldn't scrimp and save. 
    She wanted to live on an old tall ship 
    and sail across the waves. 

    2. He couldn't work that nine to five, 
    no, he couldn't be a slave. 
    He wanted to live on an old tall ship 
    and sail across the waves. 

    (Chorus): Take a chance, make a change, 
                  do a dance into the strange 
                  and bring alive your dreams. 
                  Leave behind troubled times, 
                  open up your hearts and minds, 
                  life's shorter than it seems. 

    3. They both were stuck in a common rut, 
    doin' what they thought was right. 
    'Til they met each other upon the shore 
    among the stars and waves at night. 

    4. A timid woman and a timid man, 
    both afraid of change, 
    'til they opened up their hearts like sails 
    and brought alive love's flame. 

    (Repeat Chorus)

    5. They couldn't hide their love inside 
    and repress their happiness.
    So they went to live on an old tall ship 
    and sail among the blessed. 

    6. Two people once stuck in the common rut 
    doin' what they were told was right, 
    'til they opened up their hearts like sails 
    among the stars and waves at night. 

    (Repeat Chorus)

  • 06:09 Story Lyrics Clayoquot Sound

    Clayoquot Sound

    © Roman Rhodes, 1993

     1. Out West on that last frontier,

                where tall blue mountains touch the sea,

                white man makes another desert here

                of greed and apathy.

     

    2. One last stand of virgin forest,

                a few last streams for spawning grounds,

                one last source, one last hope of life,

                :the sacred grove of Clayoquot Sound:.

     

    (Chorus A):      Ancient forests, ancient trees,

                                        give us the air we need to breathe,

                                        soil for crops and to drink, sweet waters,

                                        our civilization's a gift of these.

     

    3. So few issues are so clear cut:

                there's development and then there's plunder.

                Resources gone, recession digs a deeper rut;

                so little forethought really makes me wonder.

     

    4. I find it hard to cry about a few jobs.

                A few years might as well been never.

                If companies had selectively logged,

                :forestry jobs could have lasted forever:.

     

    (Chorus B):            Tree of knowledge, tree of life,

                                        what's the one original crime?

                                        The clear cutting of paradise--

                                        may they burn for all time.

     

    (Chorus C):            And I don't even believe in hell,

                                        but some bastards should go down,

                                        like Harcourt and MacMillan Bloedel

                                        :for the cutting of Clayoquot Sound:.

     

    5. I've no desire for children now;

                there's too many troubles on my mind.

                There's no past, no future for them anyhow,

                we've left them barren slopes behind.

                We've left them nothing behind.

     

    (Repeat Chorus A and C, last line C repeat a third time).

     

     

  • 04:30 Lyrics Garden of the Hesperides


    Garden of the Hesperides

     

    1. I've been waiting for a long time,

        to get back to that cozy little place so hard to find,

        where memories of all time,

        let us know that everything is going to be so fine.

     

    2. Golden blossoms on the winter apple trees,

         clear Castalian waters on a warm summer breeze,

         dancing with the daughters of the Hesperides,

         naked and laughing by the lost Western seas of our souls.

     

    Chorus 1:            Looking outside for what was within

                            take the time to laugh and you'll be feeling happy again.

     

    3. I've been struggling for so many years

        with inner doubts and the imposed fears of this world:

        grinding gears and false seers, broken hearts and wasted tears,

        thinking all the time they might lead me back here to you.

     

    Bridge: Chased the wheel around this earth,

                holding on to things of little worth.

                Now I'm back upon the sacred hearth

                of golden boughs and holy cows, solemn vows of my rebirth.

     

    Chorus 2:             Never felt so rich as when I was poor,

                            never felt so lost as when I always wanted more.

     Instrumental (Repeat chorus 1 and verse 1)

     End:  :I've been waiting for a long time (ad lib)

      

    Winter, 1996, St. Lazare, Quebec

    c Roman Rhodes, 1996

     

     

  • 04:56 Lyrics Fences

    Fences

     

    1. Life goes by much too quickly,

                I could cry, but I'm too tired,

                for my mind is wired 'gainst itself.

     

    2. Yes the years have always been greener

                on the other side of the fence,

                once no problem, but now I'm on my defence.

     

    3. For the fences are much higher,

                they are barbed and electrically wired

                and the good life is now an offence.

     

    (Chorus A):              I don't know if I can climb past you.

                                        Seems I need some magic to get me through,

                                        to break beyond this tragic mediocre ground;

                                        don't let the bastards get you down.

                                        Don't burn, don't rage 'gainst arrogant pretence            their walls of defence

                                        Just walk on through(step around) that fence.

     

    4. Death comes all too quick now,

                with no warning or no glory.

                Our unsung story is too soon finished.

               

    5. And the unlearnt bards of our media

                read only of our goals unaccomplished,

                and the meaning of our life seems much diminished.

     

    (Chorus B):            But I won't let those bastards get me down!

                                        Though the lawnmowers of modern death

                                        try to cut short my every blade of breath,

                                        Don't burn, don't rage 'gainst arrogant pretence            their walls of defence

                                        Just walk on through(step around) that fence.

     

    I won't rage wont' break no matter how immense

    I'll calmly pierce right through that fence

    I won't stop won't break no matter their offence

    I'll gonna step right through that fence

    I'll walk right through that fence

     

                August 1993, St. Lazare.

     

               

     

     

  • 02:55 Lyrics Ramblin' Girl

    Ramblin' Girl

    1. Don't you worry my ramblin' girl, I won't try to fence in your world.

        I'm a rover just like you, and I need my freedom too.

     (Chorus):           

      Rove on, ramble on, 

    wake up in the morning and you'll be gone.

       I won't try to cling on, 

    I got my own damn life  to work on. 

     

    2. She's a fleur-de-lis from the Fleuve St. Laurent,

                I'm a trillium from up the Ottawa;

                a fresh water fish in a salty claw,

                shiniest pearl that I ever saw.

     

    3. When we made love in her big brass bed,

                tore the rungs from toe to head.           

                Siren sings and the sailor goes down;

                I'm the happiest drowned man around.

    (Repeat Chorus)

    4. Gaspé girl from the fin du Monde

                left me for the world to roam.

                Don't bother me that I'm all alone;

                love's ten times as sweet when she does come home.

     

    5. If you don't expect something,

                you'll be grateful for anything,

                want your love to be a diamond ring

                and you're gonna wind up with nothing.

     (Repeat Chorus)

     6. Didn't you ever learn yet?

                Gimme, gimme never gets!

                Just be happy that she let

                you lie in her arms as the sun set.

    (Repeat Verse 1 and Chorus. End)

     December, 1994, St. Lazare.

               

     

     

     

     

  • 03:38 Lyrics Magic Moments

     

    1. In magic moments at the closing of the day,

        when workers drink and children play,

                and lovers romp in hide-aways,

                breathing life back into lumps of clay, well hey,

                            I'll be thinking of you, and I'll miss you too.

    2. When the sun makes dusk wear that whore's clothing,

                I face myself once more with fear and loathing,

                writing stories never told, and letters never meant for sending,

                about hearts like torn shirts that need mending,

                            I'll be thinking of you, and I'll miss you too.

     (Bridge):  :Happy to be here, I'm happy to be here just with you.:

     3. And when the swinging hours of night

                steal the gown from pregnant twilight,

                and drunks and bars sing their fear or delight

                at the passing of another restless day, it's all right,

                            I'll be thinking of you.

    4. And when that midnight hour comes,

                and I'm walking home alone to you,

                tired of mind and longing of bone,

                thinking of all that's understood and the vast unknown

                            all we've left unknown.

                            I'll be thinking of you, and I'll miss you too.

     

    (Repeat Bridge 3x, End): You know I know how good it feels!

     

    Montreal - St. Lazare, Spring1995

     

                                                   

     

     

     

  • 03:58 Lyrics Wanderin' Air

      

    She's like the river that runs so deep

    Mournful in mornings and cries in her sleep.

    I've tried to pull us up both on dry ground,

    but her sorrow's a swift current that drags us both down.

     

    I'm first to admit all of my own mistakes;

    I love far too easy, my heart tears and breaks--

    a fair voice, a fair face, a fair mind within,

    and I'm carried away on a soft blowing wind.

     

    I've tried to heal her with my deepest true love,

    with visions of beauty below and above;

    I've shown her the spark of life lies deep inside,

    but she never could trust me since the one day I lied.

     

    Still you can't blame me for this heavy heart of hers.

    No weight have I carried so much on this earth.

    I've given my best years to lift her with care,

    but she just can't forgive my wanderin' air.

     

    I once was a strong man, they all used to say,

    so full of life, so giving, so willing to play,

    now I'm a bitter man and borne to despair

    for having both a true love and a wandering air.

     

    (Repeat first verse)

      

    Road to Montreal, fall 1995.

     

  • 06:14 Story Lyrics Tryin' To Make Up His Mind

     

    The cold wind seeps in like the tea from the bag,

    hinting at the passing of time,

    and in this little cup life's becoming a drag

    and I fear that I'm losing my mind.

     

    For no mail has come in from the letters I sent 

    helping my will to decide,           

    and soon you'll be gone to where my heart has went,

    leaving only my body behind.

     

    Chorus:   Kirei na Josei

                    The pain is wide and the heart is deep.

                    The full moon wanes, at night I weep

                    like a willow by the banks of the inland sea.

     

    As you scratch Japanese characters on an envelope I'll send,

    an' over paper your hand glides,

    so it scratches my heart and my heart does rend

    tearing me up all inside.                       

                                      

    Your wrist is so cool in the palm of my hand

    as I pretend to ask for the time.

    And I swear I see the promissed heart land

    in your sweet sweet smile and the shine in your eyes.                       

     

    (Repeat Chorus)

     Now it seems the only thing that's between us

    is the small table and us being shy,

    but what stops us from making that closest touch

    is the burden of other people's lives, yes a burden of so many lies.           

     

    Still the clichés seep in like the teapot wind,

    clouding my heart and my mind,

    I long for your rose petal lips and lily white skin

    and the deep lit ponds of your almond eyes.                       

     

    (Repeat Chorus)

     

    Now nothing's so flat as a mountain--

    cut cardboard 'gainst the evening sky,

    and nothing's so deep as the pain in the heart

    of a man trying to make up his mind.                                    (Repeat Chorus)

    Tuesday October 1st 1996,Montreal -St Lazare.

     But decisions are so hard to come by

    where you're drowning in an unchartered tide

    but as I drink your beauty like a cool spring draught in july,

    :My heart's already made up its mind. :

    Later added verse;Yonago 1998 

     

     

  • 04:37 Story Lyrics Bitter Black Coffee

    Bitter black coffee in the morning time

    Sends a rush into my heart and mind.

    Gives me the illusion that I’m feeling fine;

    Gonna kill me one of these times.

     

    Grown in a land far away

    By labor forced with little pay

    Bitter black coffee from the roots to the grounds

    A bitter black up from bitter black downs.

      Bitter luxuries from bitter blacks strife

      Gonna come back a take my life.

     

    Bridge:

    Like some cancer inside of me.

    White sugar, petroleum cream

    Diabetes, clogged arteries,

    A karmic kind of disease.

     

    Spoken:

    Well it’s morning at the ranch, and you and your model wife  are in your terri-cloth bathrobes, sipping your mocha java. Ah, not a worry in the world! At least in the coffee commercial that is. In reality there is that nagging possibility of a major uprising among the locals whose land you appropriated for the plantation.

    Actually, if truth be told, you’re the one causing all the worries in the world!

    Julio, Ahmed and Mangwe are worried if they’ll make enough to feed themselves, never mind their families.  Worried if they’ll make it through the day without being beaten.  Worried if they’ll ever make it to the ripe old age of 15 or 16.  And surviving these worries there is the question of escaping slavery on what was once their native soil.  Should they join the Marxists, the Fundamentalists, the child armies?

    But Nah!  Don’t you worry about such things.  Hell you own half the country and make more in one month than the entire annual national GNP and your juntas are well paid!  You are providing jobs after all!  Then again, there is that little question of the soul and the camel not passing through the eye of needle.   But Nah! You’ve read your Leo Strauss; religion is for the masses! And you know that no man is truly rich unless he owns his own army! Just like Crassus said before his insatiable greed led him and 10,000 of his fellow Romans off to be slaughtered in the sands of the Syrian desert.

     

    Bitter black coffee in the evening time

    Sends its poison to my heart and mind

    Blood from a land whose people are enslaved

    Someday gonna drive me to my grave.

      What you give and take goes around

      A bitter black up comes bitter black down.

     

    Bitter grey smoke we take into our lungs,

    We all know where it comes from:

    The people whose land we stole,

    Call it Montezuma’s other hole,

     

    Bitter black chocolate from an african farm

    Run by white companies far from the harm

    Of the children kidnapped or bought for slaves

    One day that chocolate will take you to your grave

    What you give and take oh well it goes around

    Your bitter black up will be your bitter black down.

     

    All’s connected we forget but know.

    We end up eating all the fruit we grow.

    Bitter black coffee, bitter grey smoke

    Big white devil’s gonna choke.

     

    Nara, 2001

  • 04:24 Lyrics The Lack

    You’ll never know what you’ve lacked until you’ve truly loved.

    There are those within the city, never seen the stars above.

    If you don’t share your heart, won’t know what you’re thinking of.

    You’ll never be able to fly, if you don’t take that final shove

     

    There are timid men and women who never watched the sunrise

    From dew covered grass, between their lover’s thighs.

    Never knew the world well through another’s eyes,

    and are too afraid to smile, in case they’ll have to cry.

     

    You won’t miss the sea if you’ve never left inland,

    The sound of wind on waves and walks upon the strand,

    There are those within apartment blocks who’ve never held a hand.

    And you won’t be a woman ‘til you’ve had me for your man.

     

    You’ll never know true joy until you’ve felt deep pain.

    But if you fear the change, you’ll always stay the same.

    The mountains are dark and crowded to people brought up on the plain.

    But you’ll never know the dizzy heights ‘til you hike that kind of range.

     

    There are those so afraid of depth they always cling to what is trite.

    There are those so afraid of wrong they never do what’s right.

    Those so afraid of the valley of darkness they never reach the light.

    And you’ll never know you loved me ‘til you share my bed/heart tonight.

                                                    Oh yeah will you share, share my bed tonight.

     

    (Instrumental, repeat verse 1) 

    You’ll never know true joy until you’ve felt deep pain.

    But if you fear change, you’ll always stay the same.

    Those so fear the valley of darkness they never reach the light.

    And you’ll never know you loved me ‘til you share my bed/heart tonight.

                                                    Oh yeah will you share, share my bed tonight.

    Adlib. Don’t know what you’re missing babe.

     

    Nara, Spring 2004

NOTES
"I tasted this CD first with my ears and then with my mind and spirit. It was a feast. A banquet that fed me and gave me my fill….I hope that when you listen to this, you will be converted to Roman Rhodes's brand of à la carte ear-bud-tingling music!"
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