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*]

Sunday, April 7, 1996

Great Mother

A womanfriend had said: "Jesus will come back, but as the Great Mother." Also written in my little Denver home - and yes, on Easter Sunday. Here begins a great tradition of writing songs for the mother, and for the earth, on this strangely Catholic holiday with its roots in the old goddess fertility festivals...


Great Mother, mother of all
She will make our kingdoms fall (x3)
Great Mother

Verse 1:
Once I was lost, but now I’m found
She put my feet back on sacred ground
She said, “in me, you must have faith”
My life she blessed with her sweet embrace

And I will cry for her return
I will cry for her return
I will cry, cry. . .
I will cry for her return

Great Mother, mother of all
She will make our kingdoms fall (x3)
Great Mother

She calls my name in the midnight hour
Gives me a dose of her primal power
River of life, running through my veins
She and I are one and the same

And I will cry for her return
I will cry for her return
I will cry, cry. . .
I will cry for her return

Great Mother, mother of all
. . . she will bring down these Babylon walls
Great Mother!

...
© April 1996 (Easter Sunday), Denver, CO

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