1. |
Jump
04:58
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Walking in the old town
Down a dirty street,
Or living in the hills
With the s tones lying at your feet.
Breathing clean air
Or moving through grime,
All things change
Given enough time.
Life all over
Or barely begun,
We all still live
Neath the Moon and the Sun.
The winds reach the city,
As well as the hill
And after we’re gone
They’ll be blowing still.
Jump up and live again.
Mortality
Is such a small price to pay.
For awareness we have
Of our living today.
And the gift of awareness
Is all that we own,
And all that we’ve offered
Is all we have sown.
If awareness has touched you,
And you know what I mean,
When I say it’s still real,
Even if it’s unseen.
And didn’t our feet
In those ancient rhymes,
Walk on the green hills
And not in the grime.
Jump up and live again.
Give jade to the water
And flowers to the air.
Give a house to the holy
So the holy can live there.
Give food to the old ones
And smoke to the drum.
Bright cloth and turquoise
As a gift to the Sun.
Touch all that you see
And all you do not,
With a spirit of beauty -
I know you have not forgot.
Light fires for the living
And fires for the dead,
Let the feast be prepared
And the Spirits fed.
Jump up and live again.
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2. |
New Dance
06:19
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The same old dancers came here once,
And they danced so fine.
The same old dance was danced here once,
Throughout time.
Same old trance caught us once,
Kept us tied.
Same old ties bound us once,
Believe all the lies.
I do not know the new dance,
But it’s not how it was.
I do not know the new dance,
But it’s not how it was.
Not this time.
Kids they watch the old ones come,
And they grow up in their dance.
They learn all their steps so perfectly
Cos their steps were built to last.
They’re tranced,
They old before their time,
Their spark is sent away.
They become what the dancers says,
Till the end of their days.
I do not know the new dance,
But the old one can’t last,
I do not know the new dance,
But the old one can’t last,
Much more time.
I saw a new face in the crowd today
Which seemed to come from another place.
I did not see them look at me,
And I did not see their face.
Just reflections in their mirror,
A glimpse of a new view.
No perfect realisation,
Just a hunch at what to do.
I have a step to a new dance,
The old ones lost.
I have a step to a new dance,
The old ones lost.
My daughter, she’s a princess,
And yours is just the same.
Your son, he is a prince to you,
So long may they reign.
And if we deeply hold to that,
Then why do we accept,
The old ones, the old dance,
Their music and all of their steps.
Teach your kids a new dance,
Today’s the day.
Seize the day
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3. |
Arrows
03:48
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A Grandfather once told me,
It takes a cunning man to really live free.
Any fool can work his life,
To rent his house,
His land, his air and his light.
He said don’t act dim, don’t hide your eye.
Don’t play their game, don’t buy their lies.
Don’t bow your head, like they tell you too
And don’t let them put their shame on you
He said, I was born on the evening breeze,
I was born by the growing trees,
I was born neath the shining star,
He said, travel on and go far.
He said trust the wicked to be their own kind.
Trust the beauty you know you’ll find.
Trust the Sky, the Earth and the Sea.
Trust the spirits all around me.
He said, you can tell if your on the right track,
By all of the arrows shot in your back.
Don’t think they make a heavy load,
There just there to point the right road.
Never mind them shooting at you,
There just there to help you push through.
He said the people shooting don’t understand,
That an arrow in the back is an helping hand.
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4. |
Not You and I
06:25
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I forgot who I am, as I tumbled through my life.
Forgot that I was noble,
As I walked into my trouble and strife.
Forgot to fill my space up,
And to walk in my own way.
Forgot the things that mattered,
Seems like each and every day.
But I remembered, I’m not diminished, not me.
You’re noble too, oh, don’t throw yourself away.
Hold on to that voice that you hear inside,
And listen to what its got to say.
You can fill up your own space,
Each and every molecule.
You can own the way that you walk,
And the song that you sing is your tune.
You’re not diminished, not you.
Every beat of your heart,
And step that you walk.
Can take you down roads,
Where the fear stalks.
So I praise the artists for walking alone,
Down the long road to the unknown.
And I praise the dreamer,
Who once showed to me.
That being small doesn’t set you free.
And I praise the darers,
Who won to choose life.
Who stood in their right size,
To give us insight.
We’re not diminished, not us.
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5. |
Walls
03:30
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Is your house lacking floor boards
Lacking floorboards?
Do you walk on beams?
Is your life lacking concords
Lacking concords?
Do you live on schemes?
Is your house lacking windows
Lacking windows?
Do you live sealed tight?
Is your life lacking airflows
Lacking airflows?
Do you live airtight?
Are there walls around you?
Do they keep you cosy
Or keep you tamed?
Are the walls of your life missing?
Does it make you fearful
Or self reclaimed?
Is your house lacking roof tiles
Lacking roof tiles?
Do you see the sky?
Is your life lacking shelter
Lacking shelter?
So you fear you’ll die?
Does your house give you safety
Give you safety?
Do you love your room?
Does your life keep you little
Keep you little?
Within the gloom?
Is your house locked from inside
Locked from inside?
Are you safe and sound?
Is your life locked from inside
Locked from inside?
So you won’t be found?
Won’t be found
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6. |
Time Will Tell
06:43
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Mother owned a garden
She could make things grow
Most things would survive
From the things that she would sow
She used to tend the soil
Giving it all good care
So the breath of life
Would hang around in there
I wonder how her children will grow
Time will tell, Time will tell
Me, I grow people
At least I give it a go
I've not lost many
And mostly their wounds don't show
Me I grow people
At least I give it a try
And I'll search for one I've lost
Though the waters are high
I wonder what my children will grow
Time will tell, Time will tell
Many say they garden
But they just don't seem to care
They'd rather keep them all malnourished
Hungry, in the dark down there
Soil can be damaged and
Seeds can have a hard time
When poisons in the system
It's a shame, it's a pity, it's a crime
I wonder how their children will grow
Time will tell, Time will tell
Natures not too tidy
and nothing ever grows up the same
Diversification is the
name of natures game
But when a culture grows some people
It grows them mostly in a line
To keep them all in order
And help them fit in just fine
I wonder how our children will grow
Time will tell, Time will tell
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7. |
Buddhism for Vampires
03:29
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Please pity the vampire
Who just can't sleep
But spends the days
Counting sheep
Living in the dark,
Not seeing the sun
Knowing that their life’s undone
Knowing that their life’s undone
All the friends they had are gone
They are buried in the ground
Where they came from
Their skin is mud,
Their bones are dust
And their dreams dissolved,
And voices hushed
But you’re not in that living death
Not scared of life and love and breath
So use their thighbone for a trumpet blast
And blow away your frightened past
Blow away your frightened past
So, pity the vampire
Who just can't sleep
But spends the days
Counting sheep
Living in the dark,
Not seeing the sun
Grieving for a life undone
Grieving for a life undone
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8. |
Offerings
09:42
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I offer my wine to the Four winds all around me,
I offer my wine to the Earth and the Sky above.
I offer my wine to the places that are hidden,
I offer my wine to the people that I love.
I offer my wine to all those who have gone before. Don’t you know, someday I’ll stand on that shore.
I offer my bread to the people of the circle,
I offer my bread to the spirits of us all.
I offer my bread to every one of the night stars,
I offer my bread to the harvest standing tall.
I offer my bread to all those who have gone before,
Don’t you know, someday I’ll stand on that shore.
I offer my breath to the people of the mountains,
I offer my breath to the people of the dream.
I offer my breath to all the swimmers in the ocean,
I offer my breath to everyone who is unseen.
I offer my breath to all those who have gone before.
Don’t you know someday I’ll stand on that shore.
I offer my flame to the people of the valley,
I offer my flame to the people of the snow.
I offer my flame to the lost lands now forgotten,
I offer my flame to all the lands that all of us must go.
I offer my flame to all those who have gone before Don’t you know someday I’ll stand on that shore.
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9. |
Words
05:04
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With you, the song of life is full,
With you, the dance can be of grace and ease.
Touching not always an easy thing to do,
Oh but, touching can be joyfulness indeed.
You, companion, are a dear friend to me,
I miss your voice, when you are away.
Joy fills me when you have returned,
Eager, I long, for that day.
Sentiment, is so very easily over done,
Too much as tool to use and throw away
Words are not the deeds we show the world,
They are often, after all, only what we say.
These then need be how I live my life,
I offer you the friendship of my hand.
Both joy and pain is in the cup we drink,
Both hard and soft, the place, we choice to stand.
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10. |
Tumble
05:40
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When I was little I'd walk sometimes
On the high ground, amidst gusts and crow wings
I'd feel the wind, all in my face blowing
Making me feel it was a time of kings
Like a leaf I tumble, all the way down
I tumble, tumble, all the way down
Sometimes the wind just fills up my sails
Takes me to the awareness of my presence
Goes through me, touches at my soul
To the heart of me, to my very essence
But like a leaf I tumbled, all the way down
I tumbled, tumbled, all the way down
But like a leaf I tumbled, all the way down
I tumbled, tumbled, all the way down
One of my hero's sang a song one time
About the wind of his soul to which he listened
He sat down upon the setting sun
While all around him existence glistened
And it made him tumble, all the way down
He tumbled, tumbled, all the way down
At the end of the day at best we're rainbows
Refractions of star light bounced from the walls of the cave
Here for a moment, just the wink of an eye
Stepping on the path from birth to grave
And it makes us tumble all the way down
We tumble, tumble, all the way down
And it makes us tumble all the way down
We tumble, tumble, all the way down
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11. |
Mirrors and Smoke
04:52
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You are made of nothing at all
Just dust from the stars and nothing more
You touch things you which appear to be there
But really they're not even movements in air
Mirrors and smoke, mirrors and smoke that's all you are
We're like ghosts as we live each day
Brim filled with emptiness, we pose and display
As solid as gas clouds, we think we are real
We reach out and touch and think we can feel
Mirrors and smoke, mirrors and smoke that's all we are
Your are made of nothing at all
Just dust from the stars and nothing more
How awesome the dream in which we exist
How awesome the dream in which we exist
Mirrors and smoke, mirrors and smoke that's all we are
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12. |
Pretty Things
06:28
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You know it’s not about who you are
Or about what is your name
It’s not about how you might define yourself, truly
As all of these things are the same
It’s not about the cool people who you like
And it’s not about if those cool people like you
It’s not about what it was you ended up being
Or what it was you wanted to do
And it’s not about how much you tried
And it’s not about how much you cried
And it’s not about how much you thought you understood
Or was lost in falsehood and pride
And it’s not about anything that you wrote
And it’s certainly not about the things you wore
Not about how filled up your long, long days
Or about who, or what you saw
And it’s not about the fancy things that you did
And it’s not about the pretty things that you made
And it’s not about the juicy facts that you learned
Or about how hard, how hard you prayed
Because it’s truly not about what you believed
And nor is it about how you were deceived
It’s not about what you thought it was about
If you had faith, or you had doubt
Were denied, or received
In the end it’s about not being thrown
By any illusion which you are shown
So that you don’t get swayed
By any turbulent wave,
On the course you’ve been blown
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13. |
Force of all Changes
05:52
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Water wears down stone
Erodes all at hand,
Imperceptably slowly,
But relentless, to sand.
As things all breakdown,
As things fade away,
As things are revealed,
To be merely display.
All kings and all princes
They soon must make way
All things are passing
And nothing can stay
To the sea I’ll depart,
From the sea I’ll arise,
In this heartbeat of movement.
I swim between skies.
Why do I feel sad,
Why shed my tears?
Why pander to worry,
Or dread, or to fears?
As things all breakdown,
As things fade away,
Things are revealed,
To have had their heyday.
Rich castles and cities,
They soon must make way.
Both formless and form,
They each have their play.
To the fire I’ll depart
From the fire I’ll arise
In this heartbeat of movement
I blaze beneath skies
Each breath I breath
I draw from the air
To return it once more
To the breath we all share
As things all breakdown
As things fade away
As things are revealed
There’s no cause for dismay
Night stars and wide oceans
They soon must make way
The force of all changes
It must have its way
To the air I’ll depart
From the air I’ll arise
In this heartbeat of movement
I fly beneath skies
The touch of my fingers
The sun on my face
All things are fleeting
And leave not a trace
As things all breakdown
As things fade away
The change and the turmoil
I can’t keep at bay
High mountains and people,
They soon must make way.
For all things dissolve,
At the end of the day.
To the earth I’ll depart,
From the earth I’ll arise.
In this heartbeat of movement,
I stand beneath skies.
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Nicholas Breeze Wood UK
Multi instrumentalist singer-songwriter drawing on Rock, Arabic and Medieval music, using instruments from all those traditions
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