Chorus: I dwell in the Songhouse
         And song is my breath
         I will sing my life long
         And in shrouds made of song
         I will sleep at my death
         I was born to be Songbird
         And my song will be love
         And the music will rise
         Through the depths of the skies
         To the planets above

I was bought in the market
For silver and song
And I grew in the Songhouse
To be noble and strong
And the song grew within me
And my voice soon took wing
Now the love cradles 'round me
With each note I sing

         Chorus

As the Emperor's Songbird
I was trained from the start
From the very first teacher
Who opened my heart
To the people who heard me
In the palace each day
I have given my music
And my spirit away

         Chorus

I am old now and silent
And my songs are all sung
And the tales of my lifetime
Will not pass my tongue
But the glory still haunts me
And my lessons survive
And the work of the Songbirds
Will continue to thrive

         Chorus

Somebody's Moggy by the side of the road
Somebody's kitty who forgot his highway code
Someone's favourite feline who ran clean out of luck
When he ran into the road and tried to argue with a truck

Yesterday he purred and played in his pussy paradise
Decapitating tweety birds and masticating mice
Now he's just six pounds of raw mincemeat
That don't smell very nice -                      >-p

         He's nobody's Moggy now!

Now, you who love your pussy, be sure to keep him in
Don't let him argue with a truck, the truck is bound to win
And upon a busy road, don't let him play or frolic
If you do, I'm warning you, it could be cat-astrophic

If he plays out on the roadway I'm afraid that will be that
There will be one last despairing "meow" and a sort of squelchy 'splat'
And your pussy will be slightly dead and very, very flat
He's nobody's Moggy - just red and squashed and soggy -

         He's nobody's Moggy nooow...
        

Television lovers never cry
When the scene is over they just wipe the pain away
When they make you weary you can turn the volume down
When it's all too scary you can watch another station
Television lovers never lie
All their lines are true as far as anyone expects
Everyone can see they are not touched by what is real
When they wash away the blood there is no wound behind it
Television lovers never die

Bridge: From the inside I'm electric living loving all the while
         Crying when the torment touches laughing, giving you my smile
         Then you change all my controls or turn me off and go to sleep
         Nothing I can scream will reach you, all my channels run too deep
         Still you miss the cuts and slashes, some of them were made by you
         Do you think I fake the ashes in my eyes?
         Are they lies?  Some disguise?

Would you be my television lover
Would you learn to silence what you feel at my command
I would like to be the televiewer for a while
You can be the one to wait and I will change the stations
Television lovers are such fun
Each of us can be one if we really want to try
We can be anonymous performers on a screen
If we all can learn to wash our feelings off like greasepaint
Television living has begun

So they've stopped making speeches and they've started making war
There are plastic pocket calculators tallying the score
And a multitude of gentle hearts are wildly skipping beats
And is this why we all went marching in the streets

The uniforms go marching by in jets of screaming pain
As they rise into the rockets holding poisons dressed as rain
And a million brazen buglers can no longer sound retreat
And is this why we all went marching in the streets

Now they've found a way to kill the men and let the buildings stand
And they've blindly put the switches into aging madmens' hands
Ones who dream of war and glory and a thousand mighty feats
And is this why we all went marching in the streets

Now the children are demanding if we've sold our souls or worse
As we tear their world to splinters for the profits of our purse
As they turn their backs on us the question once again repeats
Is this why we all went marching in the streets

So you think no more of marching all the protesters are gone
And you've paid the price once asked of you and now the debt is done
Well believe it if you will but if you don't get off your seats
They'll soon have us all out marching in the streets

We are raising up our voices for the cause of peace again
They're preparing us for war now but they will not tell us when
We must stop them here and now before the final armies meet
Or there'll be no one left for marching in the streets

And is this why we all went marching in the streets?

You and I see derelicts and winos passing by
But he sees vapor angels, and it makes him want to cry
And he's learned to find forgetfulness inside an empty glass
And his worst fears come to pass.

Waiting for the mushroom clouds to take us all away
We will fly as vapor angels on that bright atomic day
So he wallows in his hopelessness and listens for the sound
Of bombers leaving the ground.

         Come on vapor angel, take my hand and fly
         From the bottom of your midnight to the rainbows in my sky
         All you vapor angels in hopeless harmony
         Learn to sing a solo line and let your songs run free.

Once when I was feeling lost I saw up in the sky
A band of vapor angels with a tear in every eye
They hovered in their sorrow, then they left without a trace
And each one wore your face.

Every time I sing the blues, often when I'm high
I pray to vapor angels and I wait for their reply.
And I hate the roads that took you off to somewhere warm and blue
And I know I'll miss you, too.

         Come on vapor angel, take my hand and fly
         From the bottom of your midnight to the rainbows in my sky
         All you vapor angels in hopeless harmony
         Learn to sing a solo line and let your songs run free.

         We all come from the Goddess
         And to her we shall return
         Like a drop of rain
         Flowing to the ocean...   (Z. Budapest)

Music is a circle
Watch it come around
Listen to the sound
It is calling you

         Air I am, Fire I am,
         Water, Earth and Spirit I am...  (Andras Corban Arthen)

         Hoof and horn, hoof and horn
         All that dies shall be reborn
         Corn and grain, corn and grain    -- Original: "Vine and grain"
         All that falls shall rise again...   (Ian Corrigan)

Magic is a circle
Dance within its flame
Learn your secret name
Call a song to you

         We are the flow and we are the ebb
         We are the weavers, we are the web...   (Shekinah Mountainwater)

         We are a circle within a circle
         With no beginning and never ending...   (Rick Hamouris)

Loving is a circle
Learn its magic song
Sing your whole life long
Love will come to you

         Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate
         Demeter, Kali, Inanna...   (Deena Metzger)

Call him Lord
Call him Lord
Hide his title and his glory
Teach him Earth's forgotten story
Call him Lord
Watch his ways and dog his heels
Learn how this young lordling really feels

To hold our worlds together
A grasp as light as feather
A courage greater than the rest
So we test

Call him Lord
Call him Lord
Find him wanting take his life
Duty's burden given with the knife
Call him Lord
Family honor makes him ride
By the broken princeling's side

And when you have to tell them
You had no choice but to condemn
A coward cannot rule the sky
He must die

Call him Lord
Call him Lord
Take away the lord that died
Send another son here to be tried
Call him Lord
Honor will be served at last
In the darkened cradle of your past

When the conversation turns, always has the right remark
Eyes that pierce into your soul and teeth that glisten in the dark
Every touch a warm caress, every movement filled with grace
And letter-perfect love cliches, welcome almost every place

Chorus: Every mother's perfect catch, every maiden's shining knight
         Dropped out of some fairy tale, for their salvation
         A dream creation, call him Mr. Right

Just like colored Christmas lights, keeps his ladies on a string
Every time they start to fade, he turns them on like anything
Swears his vast undying love until she makes that sweet surrender
And by the time they've sobered up she's just another lost-weekender

         Chorus

With a sizzle in his touch, and passion flowers in his eyes
They won't get to see too much of what is under his disguise
So take the words of warning here, the reason for this little song
If you give in to Mr. Right, you'll find that you're his Mrs. wrong

         Chorus

Tides of mountains crash on the shores of grain
And in this city of ash I tremble in my private pain
Will the winds of time blow my heart to me
Or will I wander forever between grass shores and mountain sea

Bridge: Foam of avalanche races down the slope
         And in this chromium haze in a maze of question I blindly grope
         Years of wanting you left me pale and worn
         Is it the loving in you or the pain in me that makes me mourn

Tide of mountain fails shore of grain retreats
Cities crumble and in your distant eyes my heart still beats
Will the voice of time call it back to me
Or will I wait here forever between grass shores and mountain seas
Will I wander forever between grass shores and mountain seas

You stared into the ocean as I stared at you one day
And I felt much more than saw the yearning rising with the tide
You turned it in your mind again before you turned to play
And a voice was in the ocean calling "ride, ride, ride
Ride the silver-blue current out to hear a green spirit
Sing the deepest chord the world has known
Rocking in the sea-cradle, you'll surrender all searches
Centuries of questions have all flown, like seeds upon the wind
Moments into time, verses into rhyme

You spoke to me of seeking and I sang your voice inside
To a music in the water so much older than your dream
Like some classical duet I played your search against the tide
But your music was like a silence with the stream calling
Ride the silver-blue current out to hear a green spirit
Sing the deepest chord the world has known
Rocking in the sea-cradle, you'll surrender all searches
Centuries of questions have all flown, like seeds upon the wind
Moments into time, verses into rhyme

In our race to find the reason and our fever to be free
There is often much more pain than we intend.  We are
Pieces of a puzzle we may never get to see
When the answer finds itself the game will end, and we'll
Ride the silver-blue current out to hear a green spirit
Sing the deepest chord the world can know
Rocking in the sea-cradle, you'll surrender all searches
Centuries of questions will all flow, like seeds upon the wind
Moments into time, verses into rhyme
Castles into sand, oceans into land
Sighing into breath, living into death

I'm falling in love with all of you a little more every day
I'm learning to see a special me in every sweet thing you say
I have come to believe our lives are twined much tighter than we had planned
And love overflows the cup of my heart whenever you touch my hand
And every time I'm tempted to pack up my songs and roam
I look into your eyes and see my home

I've waited for people just like you, I've waited for just this place
But each time before as I opened my door the world slammed it in my face
But all of you made me welcome at the hearth of your gentle hearts
And all of my endings now have become a universe of fresh starts
And every time I'm tempted to pack up my songs and roam
I look into your eyes and see my home

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