Memoirs in a Song...
Stories, Stones and Bones is a name given to me in a dream some 10+ years ago. I used the title for my first book of lyrics when I sent it to be copywritten... This blog is a compendium of my book of lyrics, from 1996 to present.
The name holds a sense of ancient wisdom, which I hope begins to seep thru my songs: What are the stories the earth tells, that are written on our ancestral bones? What is the deeper pool of knowledge that we can drink from as we birth ourselves into creative evolutionary beings? Where are our roots? What is the journey we have taken, personally and collectively?...
And so begins the story, woven in song, as fallen through the lyrics of my music...
More lyrics will be coming soon (I've written well over 100 songs!)... In the meantime, I hope you enjoy!
[Please note that you will want to read from bottom to top (in reverse). The "archive by date" list on the lefthand side will help your journey - which begins in March of 1996, when the first song flew out of my lips... You can also search by THEMES: the songs which I like a lot or are in current performance rotation are in the theme of *favorites*]
A quick little ditty. Wrote while spending a full-moon evening out with some trippy friends at the community gardens. My most favorite part of the eve was the way the moonlight shone through an iris - transparent sparkly lavender moonlight...
The main message in this song to me was that through the healing and spiritual path I was on, I was actually stepping into a new dimension of living on this earth - what used to seem important no longer was, and I could live this new, earthy way, which felt more true to my long-locked spirit...
Open your eyes
Pay attention
We’re livin’ in
A new dimension
Open your mind
See the sign
Divine Intervention
...
© June 1997, Boulder, CO
My first "odd-rhythm" song! Little did I know when I wrote it... Though it all fits over a 3, it would be more apt to say it's a 3-3-5-7-3-3-3 ~ all told that would be a 27 rhythm!
I wrote this while traipsing thru the high mountain forests with my papa, the psychedelic shaman. Laying on a rock in the middle of the river, with the water wrapping its way around - watching the clouds overhead, the circle of water in this web of life...
1 2 3
May the Cir... cle
May the Cir... cle
May the Cir... cle...
... ... Be...
... ... ee...
ee.. ... ...
Un... bro... ke
Un... bro... ke
Un... bro... ke
...
© June 1997, Glacier Gorge, Rocky Mtn. National Park, CO
It might be surmised by the "...gonna kiss ya" line that this is a romantic song. Be assured that though that's a sweet thought, I don't personally have that 'thing' for women. This song honors all the beautiful ways that women connect. For me, this song is simply an honoring of womenfriends - though we've culturally often been kept apart by competition or fear, there can be such sweetness and support when we open to love one another...
Sweet sister, how I missed you
Sweet sister, one of these days I’m gonna kiss ya
Oh sister, mmhmm
So much love inside
All these years I hide
Afraid to look you in the eyes
Oh sister...
(Chorus)
It’s been so long
We gotta be strong
Gotta keep on singin’ our song
Oh sister...
(Chorus)
I’m a woman, I’m a little girl
I’m a crone and a mother
I could be your lover
Sweet as any other
I will be your friend
Holdin’ your hand
...
© June 1997, Boulder, CO
A longtime dreamer... At this time, and for several years previous, I had been working deeply with dreams. Every morning I would write down any I could remember in my bedside dream journal. My papa, a longtime dream shaman, led weekly dreamwork groups - every Wednesday evening we would sit in circle and share - reflecting to one another possible interpretations, helping to uncover our personal interpretations of our dreams' symbolism, finding out how the dreams felt, doing "Gestalt" practice on the dreams... Sometimes we would draw our dreams, sometimes use active-imagination to continue the dreams that seemed to have no resolution...
I found significant power in dreaming - these are our inner teachers coming to us every night to reflect upon our lives and to draw the hidden from the shadows. By listening, we uncover and free our deepest fears, we see through our habitual human patterns, and we unleash our inspired potential...
In honor of the dreaming, I sang:
In a dream sent to remember
In a dream sent to remind
In a dream we turn back veils
In a dream we turn back time
In a dream we turn our bodies
In a dream we turn our minds
And as we keep on turning
We steadily unwind
Going into dreamtime
Wonder what we will find
Going into dreamtime
Searching for a sign
Going down to dreamworld
Drinking of its wine
In a dream sent to inspire
In a dream sent to divine
In a dream we see the future
In a dream we see past time
In a dream we see past limits
We reach beyond that line
And with each new vision
No longer are we blind
Going into dreamtime
Wonder what we will find
Going into dreamtime
Searching for a sign
Going down to dreamworld
Drinking of its wine
Like a serpentine, weaving it’s way through your mind...
...
© June 1997, Boulder, CO
