We were going to see the world
In this land we placed baptismal fonts
And an infinite number were baptized
And they called us Caribee
Which means men of great wisdom
Where are you going
And are you going anywhere?
Where are we going?
Send me a letter
If you go at all
Ah the salvation of souls
But wisdom we had not
For these people had neither king nor Lord
And bowed to no one
For they have lived in their own liberty
Where are you going
And are you going anywhere?
Going in circles
Going in circles anywhere
I saw and knew the inconstant shiftings of fortune
And now I write to you
Words that have not been written
Words from the New World
Tracing the circles
Moving across my eyes
Lying on the ship
And gazing at the western sky
Tracing lazy circles in the sky
Hey, wake up!
Wake up!
Where are you going
And are you going anywhere?
Where are you going?
Send me a letter
If you go at all
It's such a delight to watch them dance
Free of sacrifice and romance
Free of all the things that we hold dear
Is that clear, Your Excellency?
And I guess it's time to go but
I gotta send you just a few more lines
From the New World
Tracing the circles
Moving across my eyes
Lying on the ship
And gazing at the western sky
Tracing lazy circles in the sky
Tracing lazy circles in the sky
Tracing lazy circles
And the sky opened
And we laid down our armor
And we danced naked as they
Baptized in the rain
Of the New World
April Fool
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Come, be my April Fool
Come, you're the only one
Come, on your rusted bike
Come, we'll break all the rules
Bm
We'll ride like writers ride
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Neither rich nor broke
Bm
We'll race through alleyways
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In our tattered cloaks so
Come, be my April Fool
Come, we'll break all the rules
We'll burn all of our poems
Add to God's debris
We'll pray to all of our saints
Icons of mystery
We'll tramp through the mire
When our souls feel dead
With laughter we'll inspire
Then back to life again
Come, be my April Fool
Come, you're the only one
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Be my April Fool
You're the only one
Come, come
Be my April Fool
Come, come
We'll break all the rules
Fuji-San
Oh mountain of our eyes, what do you see?
The girl with the almond eyes bowing to thee
Mortal soldiers clear the path, shake the almond tree
Oh, mountain of our eyes, oh, hear our plea
Oh, hear our plea
See the five finger lake, like a hand in blue
Climbing sideways up the pure, to get a glimpse of you
To get a glimpse of you
The great lake
The white shirt
Your white cloak
Divine, so divine
Oh, mountain of mine
Oh Fuji-san
For a climbing
Into the blue
Into the great mist
Into the bright
Into your light
Oh, mountain of our eyes, we're calling you
Will you hear our cries? What will a poor boy do?
What will a poor girl do?
We're calling to you, oh Fuji-san
Oh, mountain of our eyes, what do you see?
The girl with the almond dice, shaking the tree
Shake the almond tree
This Is The Girl
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This is the girl for whom all tears fall
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This is the girl who was having a ball
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Just a dark smear masking the eyes
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Spirited away, buried in sighs
This is the girl that crossed the line
This is the song of the smothering vine
Twisted as laurel to crown her head
Laid as a wreath upon her bed
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This is the girl
This is the girl
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This the blood that turned into wine
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This is the wine of the house it is said
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This is the girl who yearned to be heard
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Am
So much for cradling a smouldering bird
Bm
Am
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This is the girl
This is the girl
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This is the girl for whom all tears fall
Am
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This is the girl who was having a ball
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This is the laurel to crown her head
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This is the wine of the house it is said
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This the blood that turned into wine
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This is the wine of the house it is said
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This is the girl who yearned to be heard
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So much for cradling a smouldering bird
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This is the girl
This is the girl
This is the girl
Banga
Dm
Loyalty rests in the heart of a dog
Don't set all your eggs on the back of a frog
You can lick it twice but it won't lick you
And salivating salvation gone so long so
Loyalty lifts and we don't know why
And the paw is pressed against the nerve of the sky
You can leave him behind but he won't leave you
And the road to Heaven is true, true blue
Say Banga
Say
Say Banga
Say
Loyalty lives and we don't know why
And his paws are pressed to the spine of the sky
You can leave him twice, but he won't leave you
And the way to Heaven is true, true blue
Say Banga
Say Banga
Say Banga
Say Banga
Loneliness lifts when you open the night
Pilate awaits, as Jesus Christ
Forget him not, won't forget about you
The way to Heaven is blue, boo hoo
Say Banga
Say Banga
Loyalty shifts if you carry a load
Ah, don't shit it out in a golden commode
You can kick him twice, it'll erode
Night is a mongrel, believe or explode, say
On the lonely night
On a golden road
Night is a mongrel
Believe or explode
Maria
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At the edge of the world
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Where you were no one
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Yet you were the girl
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The only one
At the edge of the world
In the desert heat
One shivering star
Sweet, indiscreet
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I knew you
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When we were young
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I knew you
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Now you're gone
In a little narcissus pool
Drowned by a spell
We saw ourselves
Raw, excitable
I knew you
When we were young
I knew you
Now you're gone
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We didn't know
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The precariousness
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Of our young powers
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All the emptiness
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Wild wild hair
Sad sad eyes
White shirt black tie
You were mine
You grabbed the ring
Off the carousel
Time going
From heaven to hell
I knew you
Mosaic
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Last night in Konya a voice carried me
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To the pulpit of the arrow, did you hear it too?
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The oracle was written on a silver leaf
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Last night I read the words, did you read them too?
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Precious heart, precious seed
Precious life conceived
In the ring of fire
In the sleep of peace
Nothing stops desire
For the human beat
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Last night was a rapture in a mosaic skies
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Dropping shards of love dropping shards of love
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Precious heart, precious seed
Precious life conceived
In the ring of fire
In the sleep of peace
Nothing stops desire
For the human beat
I hunger for the cooling flame
I hunger for the infinite game
Last night in Konya a voice carried me
To the pulpit of the arrow, did you hear it too
The oracle was written on a silver leaf
Last night I read the words, did you read them too
Devour me, yeah devour me
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Oh precious heart, oh precious seed
Oh precious heart that beats
In a ring of fire
In a sleep of peace
Nothing stops
The human beat
The human beat
Tarkovsky (The Second Stop Is Jupiter)
The eternal son runs to the mother
She smoothes his brow and bids him
Drink from her well of hammered mist
Come along sweet lad, fog rises from the ground
The falling soot is just the dust of a shivering gem
The black moon shines on a lake
White as a hand in the dark
She lifts the lamp to see his face
The silver ladle of his throat
The boy the beast and the butterfly
The sea is a morgue, the sea is a morgue
The needle and the gun
These things float in blood that has no name
The telegraph poles are crosses on the line
Rusted pins, not enough saviors to hang
She blesses the robe
The robe and road and the noose of vine
And she waits beneath the triangle
Formed by Mercury, an evening star
The fifth planet with its blistering sore
And the soaring eagle above and to the west
The boy, the beast and the butterfly
She walks across a bridge of magpies
Her hollow tongue fills the brightness with water
And in the wink of an eye
One planet with a glittering womb
One white crow, one diamond head
Big as a world, big as a world
The boy, the beast, the butterfly
Quivering above the sore
The blistering sore of the fifth planet
Wait, stop, don't forget, don't forget
How I played with you
How I kissed away your tears
Don't forget
The white mouth of the sun smiles
On his beautiful tongue
The seed of flight
Nine
Night a nine of diamonds
A woman lay and cries
At the sister of Mercy
On a Sabbath day
Night a nine of diamonds
As revealers commence
To shiver as she bore
In a babe, a radiance
Brave in constant motion
Wherein perfection brews
Darkness as his brother
Mischief as his moon
Summoning beneath
With his gypsy moves
Yearning as the foal
So shy and beautiful
Every card he drew
Had a different face
Lingering and lost
Unholy holy ghosts
I tend to play them all
He spoke with confidence
Another kind of strange
To shift in loneliness
He sought not for himself
The empire he would find
Save the golden womb
He enters in his mind
We will die a little
The rogues whistling
Nine blue-eyed sailors
Tip their caps to him
As he passes through them
More vagabond than king
With diamonds on his sleeves
Like a harlequin
Oh chariot of insect
Oh crown of wind
Two royal leopards run with him
On a golden lead of tapered vine
Oh the blood sky, oh the blood sky
Vine of a god running wild
Oh golden seed who made the winged child
Run, run my little one
Run out to sea
Run, run my little one
What do you seek
The canvas is high
The scheme of a life
Written in the wind
The pen, the knife
Run my little one
Breathe a hymn
Breathe my little one
A hymn to him
To him
The master is calling, calling
The canvas is high
The scheme of a life
Written in the wind
The pen, the knife
Run, run out to sea
Run my little one
What do you seek
If you were his eyes
If you were his dreams
The whole of the sky could not contain you
So run, run, run out to sea
Run my little one
Breathe a hymn for him
For thee
Constantine's Dream
In Arezzo I dreamed a dream
Of Saint Francis who kneeled and prayed
For the birds and the beasts and all humankind
All through the night
I felt drawn in by him
And I heard him call
Like a distant hymn
I retreated from the silence of my room
Stepping down the ancient stones washed with dawn
And entered the basilica that bore his name
Seeing his effigy I bowed my head
And my racing heart I gave to him
I kneeled and prayed
And the sleep that I could not find in the night
I found through him
I saw before me the world of his world
The bright fields, the birds in abundance
All of nature of which he sang
Singing of him
All the beauty that surrounded him as he walked
His nature that was nature itself
O Signore, fa' che sia strumento della tua Pace
Dove c'e odio, lascia che sia Amore
Dove c'e offesa, Perdono
Dove c'e dubbio, Fede
Dove c'e disperazione, Speranza
Dove c'e oscurita, Luce
Dove c'e tristezza, Gioia
Fa' ch'io non cerchi tanto
Di essere consolato, quanto consolare
Di essere compreso, quanto comprendere
Di essere amato, quanto amare
And I heard him, I heard him speak
And the birds sang sweetly
And the wolves licked his feet
But I could not give myself to him
I felt another call from the basilica itself
The call of art, the call of man
And the beauty of the material drew me away
And I awoke, and beheld upon the wall
The dream of Constantine
The handiwork of Piero della Francesca
Who had stood where I stood
With his brush stroked The Legend of the True Cross
And he envisioned Constantine advancing to greet the enemy
But as he was passing the river
An unaccustomed fear gripped his bowels
An anticipation so overwhelming that it manifested in waves
All through the night a dream drew toward him
As an advancing Crusade
He slept in his tent on the battlefield
While his men stood guard
And an angel awoke him
Constantine within his dream awoke
And his men saw a light pass over the face of the King
The troubled King
And the angel came and showed to him
The sign of the true cross in heaven
And upon it was written
In this sign shall thou conquer
In the distance the tents of his army were lit by moonlight
But another kind of radiance lit the face of Constantine
And in the morning light
The artist, seeing his work was done
Saw that it was good
In this sign shall thou conquer
He let his brush drop and passed into a sleep of his own
And he dreamed of Constantine carrying into battle in his right hand
An immaculate, undefiled and simple white Cross
Piero della Francesca, as his brush stroked the wall
Was filled with a torpor
And fell into a dream of his own
From the geometry of his heart he mapped it out
He saw the King rise, fitted with armor
Set upon a white horse
An immaculate cross in his right hand
He advanced toward the enemy
And the symmetry, the perfection of his mathematics
Caused the scattering of the enemy
Agitated, broken, they fled
And Piero della Francesca waking, cried out
All is art, all is future
Oh Lord, let me die on the back of adventure
With a brush and an eye full of light
But as he advanced in age
The light was shorn from his eyes
And blinded, he laid upon his bed
On an October morning 1492, and whispered
Oh Lord let me die on the back of adventure
Oh Lord let me die on the back of adventure
And a world away, a world away
On three great ships
Adventure itself as if to answer
Pulling into the New World
And as far as his eyes could see
No longer blind
All of nature unspoiled, beautiful, beautiful
In such a manner that would have lifted the heart of St. Francis
Into the realm of universal love
Columbus stepped foot on the New World
And witnessed beauty unspoiled
All the delights given by God
As if an Eden itself, as if Eden had opened her heart to him
And opened her dress
And all of her fruit gave to him
And Columbus so overwhelmed
Fell into a sleep of his own
All the world in his sleep
All of the beauty
All of the beauty entwined with the future
The twenty-first century
Advancing like the angel
Advancing like the angel
That had come to Constantine
Constantine in his dream
Oh this is your cross to bear
Oh Lord, oh Lord let me deliver
Hallowed adventure to all mankind
In the future
Oh art cried the painter
Oh art, oh art cried the angel
Art the great material gift of man
Art that hath denied
The humble pleas of St. Francis
Oh thou Artist
All shall crumble into dust
Oh thou navigator
The terrible end of man
This is your gift to mankind
This is your cross to bear
And Columbus saw all of nature aflame
The apocalyptic night
And the dream of the troubled King
Dissolved into light
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Well, I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun
There were children crying and colors flying
All around the chosen ones
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun
They were flying Mother Nature's silver seed
To a new home in the sun
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed
To a new home
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the twenty-first century
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the twenty-first century
