Gypsy Woman, takin’ you higher
Burnin’ inside like a fire
Gypsy Woman, liftin’ you higher
Let her inside to inspire
Gypsy Woman lookin’ for a home
Lookin’ for a place to call her own
Gypsy Woman, lookin’ for a home
Looking for a place to rest her weary bones
Gypsy Woman, takin’ you higher
Burnin’ inside like a fire
Gypsy Woman, liftin’ you higher
Let her inside to inspire
Gypsy Woman gotta move-a her bones
Wherever she roam, there is her home
Gypsy Woman, shakin’ her bones
All o’er this great earth, she has flown
...
©Spring 1996, Denver. Revised June 1998, Crestone, CO
Memoirs in a Song...
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*]
Friday, March 15, 1996
Gypsy Woman (my first song!!)
Walking along the street one dreary day in April, 2006. Near campus, where I was studying psychology, dance, women's studies... Deep in my own healing process, I had discovered a love of dance ~ of the dance of life moving through me ~ Spirit becoming form in the dance that was in me, but not my own... I knew my passion as a dancer - movement was my healer, my release, and my most beautiful gift. Little did I know what more was to come. But this day, this grey day, walking along in my combat boots and long flowery skirt, my gypsy nature took over and out came a song! And in a voice I'd never heard ~ fuller than life itself, a gift of Grace... It was in this moment, on these lyrics, in this voice, that I knew my place in this world, my mission of truth.
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