Painting Pictures
Venus
She's the tender dawn
Breaking through the night
She's the warmth of day
She's the sun so bright
And all that you want is to cast a shadow
All that you want is to stand in the light
She's a mountain top
She's the highest peak
She's everything
For which you seek
And all that you want is to cast a shadow
All that you want is to stand in the light
She's the garden
She's the fountain
She's the Eastern sky and
She's the spring
She's the spring
She's the spring
Ezmerelda
You who have walked so far
Lost in the winding dark
Cut by hunger's dagger swift and sharp
The bread of your concern
Is weaving taciturn
Blankets 'round your prayers for safe return
Ezmerelda, go and rest your heavy head
Ezmerelda, take your weary bones to bed
And let the morning bring what it may
You've tread on these back roads
And through thorn laden groves
You're walking high upon fragile stone
Ezmerelda, go and rest your heavy head
Ezmerelda, take your weary bones to bed
And let the morning bring what it may
Autumn Leaves
I was once an armored child
Of the morning's rising arch
Searching for a compass and
Trying to find an old landmark
Autumn leaves are turning color
The wind is whispering
To the lone gypsy traveler
Paddling down stream
The path is long and so they say
That sometimes it's hard to know
When the castles turn to dust
Just which way you're meant to go
Autumn leaves are turning color
The wind is whispering
To the lone gypsy traveler
Paddling down stream
When the leaves fall
And the flowers wilt
And the green grass fades
That's when I'll be headed on my way
Autumn leaves are turning color
The wind is whispering
To the lone gypsy traveler
Paddling down stream
Robin Red
Robin Red, where have you been?
In in pastures green
Down South I rode these wings
Down South I learned to sing
Robin Red, take me please
And let me ride beneath your wings
Down South to pastures green
So I might learn to sing
Lady of the Midnight Sun
Lady of the midnight sun
Searching through the sand
For golden rings to fit her hand
I walked upon her spider's web
I let her read my palm
And we were one and she was gone
I searched the seven seas
I walked through foreign lands
But all she left for me
Were footprints in the sand
Lady of the midnight sun
With diamonds in her eyes
I gave her all my lullabies
I searched the seven seas
I walked through foreign lands
But all she left for me
Were footprints in the sand
Wherever You Are
Wherever you are there you are
In pale twilight
The moon and the stars shine
But don't hold too tight
Onto the night
It's just the night
Wherever you are there you are
The milk of dawn will come
Walk these shanty streets of fortune
To taste the sun
Lay down your gun
Wherever you are there you are
With your evening bird
Singing songs and
You've already heard
Those rusted words
It's just the night
Don't hold too tight
Onto the night
It's just the night
Revelation No. 42
(Instrumental)
Shooting Stars And Crystal Ships
Here I sit out in the desert, thirsty as can be
And the ocean's never seemed so far away from me
Once I had a garden in the richest soil of all
Once I had a line to catch and hold me when I fall
I find I meet myself sometimes in mirrored alleyways
With a mask to hide the shadow standing in my place
I've been searching for a girl who plays a golden harp
I've been on a crooked ladder climbing in the dark
In my mind I keep a bag of pretty holidays
Shooting stars and crystal ships to carry me away
Here I sit out in the desert, thirsty as can be
And the ocean's never seemed so far away from me
In my mind I keep a bag of pretty holidays
Shooting stars and crystal ships to carry me away
Dust Blowin' In The Wind
Oh, this life seems strange to me
The way it comes and goes
Everyone beneath the sun
Must surely leave our kingdom
Everyone is holding hands
We are castles made of sand
We are lonely skeletons
We are dust blowin' in the wind
On the shoreline you and I
Hold our hearts of stone
Broken by the shallow sigh
Of the wind as it blows
Everyone is holding hands
We are castles made of sand
We are lonely skeletons
We are dust blowin' in the wind
We light our candles in
The darkness of the night
The tide rolls in and out again
And all the ships go passing by
Everyone is holding hands
We are castles made of sand
We are lonely skeletons
We are dust blowin' in the wind
The Hunter
The Hunter sets out for conquest
To feed his hunger
To tame the great wild and all it's majesty
The Hunter believes that to feed himself
He must first live
With hunger
The Hunter believes that even the tenderest meat
Does not taste so good
When it comes without trial
The Hunter becomes obsessed with trial
Obsessed with an insatiable pursuit
Of the elusive
Pursuit
Is the essence
Of the Hunter's art
The Hunter is painting pictures
Looking down from a rocky perch
Over the winding valley
Below
He is painting pictures of a beast
A Great Buck
A ghost in the winding valley
Head crowned with
Regal antlers
Twisting and curving
Like magnificent thorns
Reaching up
To the deep orange
Sunrise sky
The hunter paints his picture
In silent awe
For it is rare
To behold
Such a fantastic trophy
Rare
To catch a glimpse
Of such dreamlike
Majesty
And the Hunter knows why
It is so rare
You see
The Buck is master
Of his own art
The art
Of elusion
The art
Of invisibility
It is the mastery
Of this art
That keeps the Buck
An apparition
For days
The Buck has been nothing
But a spectral set of hoof tracks
A phantom
Lurking in the trails
That wind and turn
Through the autumn wood
The Hunter has studied these trails and
Drawn detailed maps
In his mind
He knows them better than he knows himself
Still
The Buck is as elusive
As the sharp wind
Rattling through the bare
Branches of the autumn trees
Looking out
Over the winding valley
The Hunter sharpens the arrows
In his quiver
As he often does
To ensure that they shall not fail him
If a moment of Truth
Should arise
He pauses a moment and
Closes his eyes
Picturing the Great Buck's ghostly tracks
Despite the necessity of his hunger
The Hunter has ignored the other tracks on the trail
He harbors his hunger
Lets it drive his hunt
For the elusive
He has let many other deer pass
For though they may carry more tender meat
Than the seasoned Buck
They are naive and poorly refined
In their art
They are no conquest for the Hunter
They are no majesty
Stubborn as a mule
The Hunter refuses to compromise
For anything less
Than the crown jewel
Night's inky blanket falls
And Dawn's golden light
Rises up
And each day that passes
The Hunter stalks the Great Buck
Growing more and more desperate
In his hunger
He will not bend
Will not feed himself
With anything less than triumph
Over his perfect phantom
Trophy
The Hunter grows weak and gaunt
He wanders the winding woods
The weight
Of his bones
Growing with each step
At last
In a fit of exhaustion
The Hunter lays hopeless
On the desperate ground
Of a meadow
He can barely muster the strength
To keep his own breath
Yet
Despite his exhaustion
He is painting pictures of his trophy
Pictures of himself
Freeing an arrow straight and true
Piercing the Great Buck's heart
The Hunter refuses
To be defeated
Digging deep in his own desperation
The Hunter
Rises
A twig snaps
The Hunter's heart jumps
Slowly
The Hunter turns to see
In all its majesty
The thorny crown of the Great Buck
Before him
Big and bold
The Buck faces the Hunter
Stares deep into him
Only a stones throw
Away
Trembling with weakness
The Hunter draws an arrow from his quiver
Raises his bow
Sets the arrow on the string with delicate care
Draws it taught
Looking down the shaft of the arrow
He pinpoints the heart
Of the Great Buck
Holds his breath
Ready to set the arrow free
To paint the picture
Just as he'd done
So many times
Before
Visions pass through his mind
Visions of pictures painted by the Hunter
Millions of pictures
Pictures of this moment
This moment
Everything
For this precious moment
The Hunter bows his head
Slackens the string of the bow
and
Returns the arrow
To its quiver
He watches
As the Great Buck steps slowly through the trees
Silent like a ghost
Vanishing into the deep
Autumn wood
Beneath the weight of his hunger
The Hunter collapses on the forest floor
His canvas bare
A glorious
White
Goodnight, Goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
Bid farewell to the light
Let Evening's cradle hold you
The sun it has retired another day
And your dreams are as light as butterflies
And your blanket is as warm as lullabies
Goodnight, goodnight
Bid farewell to the light
Let your dreams unfold you
The time has come at last to slip away
And your pillow is as soft as baby's breath
Goodnight until the morning
Goodnight until the morning
Goodnight, goodnight
Bid farewell to the light
Let Evening's cradle hold you
The sun has retired another day
And your dreams are as light as butterflies
And your blanket is as warm as lullabies
Goodnight until the morning
Goodnight until the morning
