A DRIFT ~~ A Side
Field House
Leaves falling throughout the state
Teams starting against the slate
Tattered jerseys stitched with names
Tattered teams practice for the games
In the field house
Caged lights flicker
In the field house
From city to country to faded towns
Yellow caravans coming ‘round
Traveling under harvest moons
Farm and fleet crowds arriving soon
To the field house
Bring their spirit
To the field house
Snow dresses the empty fields
As teams chalk the half court shield
Title games – talk of the day
In taverns, bars, run down cafes
‘Round the field house
Past and present mill
‘Round the field house
A horn sound marks the end
Another season – losses/wins
Dusty warm afternoon sun
Faded pictures of legends and sons
In the field house,
Ghosts of present, ghosts of past
All the glory doesn’t last
The building still, the people out
Lights fade from inside the field house
In the field house
Rincon
Brian and the boys on the radio
The boards are waxed on and we’re ready to go
The sun is out, salt spray in the air
Dulah - can’t wait to get out there
[Chorus]
Out to Ventura, out to the coast,
Rack the boards, let’s take a ride
Follow me, I’ll follow you,
To the surf, the sun, the golden light
When Rincon’s firing, when it’s really firing,
and the surf is clean
I know you know
It’s a California scene
In the blue until the golden hour
And wiped out from all of that power
We’re feeling good from where we have been
We can’t wait to ride those Swells again
[Chorus]
Mayan One Two One
Inland, the chateau
Will rock to life soon
Coast comes into view
With a waxing moon
Teak below her main
Rise and fall and run
Find the Cross again
With the one two one
Mayan one two one
I am on one two one
Look down: smog and lights
From hills above the shore
Hit harmonic heights
At the Canyon Country Store
North, the Mountain House
Where we raised our Young
I long sought the sound
From the one two one
Mayan one two one
I am on one two one
Adrift, I was sunk
In a strange abyss
Jailed, got off the junk
Loath to reminisce
Crests obscured the way
Through to greet the sun
Reached a better day
Thanks to one two one
Mayan one two one
I am on one two one
What is my next route
I am not aware
Now my voice is mute
I’m no longer there
Mayan stays her course
But my song is done
I have joined the Cross
Off the one two one
Mayan one two one
I am gone one two one
Evergreen
As you tread into growing shadows
As you climb through moss and through trees
Streams flow down, try to pass you
Days rush by, you try to see
Like the peaks that surround you
Like the dusk that sets on these
How I wish it would last forever
How I wish it was evergreen
As if an unstemmed moving tide
Is flowing out to open sea
Away from land life as you know it
It’s just the way it seems to be
How I wish that Cobain and Cornell
Saw the forest for the trees
How I wish it would last forever
How I wish it was evergreen
The Pacific Northwest is sinking in
As the rain seems to filter on
Everyone who is a siren song
Everyone who has come and gone
All that’s left is to keep on moving
All that’s left is to carry on
How I wish it would last forever
How I wish it was evergreen
Atlantic Low
Out in the Atlantic, past where Indigo grows
Out in the Atlantic, deep, dark and cold
Out in the Atlantic, beyond the Sound
Out of range, can’t be found
Like the points of a compass rose
She spread out across the globe
North, South, East, and West
Returning home just seemed the best
Out in the Atlantic, billowing sails
Out in the Atlantic, hugging rails
Out in the Atlantic, away from dry land
No one really had to understand
Out in the Atlantic, embattled skies
Out in the Atlantic, where nothing flies
Out in the Atlantic, floating a prayer
Pointed up, launched a flare
Like the points of a compass rose
She spread out across the globe
North, South, East, and West
Returning home just seemed the best
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out in the Atlantic, in the middle of the night
Out in the Atlantic, it didn’t seem right
Out in the Atlantic, leaving a wake
Coming about for another take
Like the points of a compass rose
She spread out across the globe
North, South, East, and West
Returning home just seemed the best
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out there, outside, out beyond
Out there, outside, out beyond
Far From Done
On the road and
In the sky
Through the years
We wander by
Forge a path and
Hew the line
Sow the peace to
Harvest the vine
We have stood upon this ground
As it orbited the sun
We have made commitments here and
We are far from done
Swells rise up then
Fall away
Streams of life make
Up the days
Currents carry
Chart a course
Face the flow and
Withstand the force
We have been around this world
And held on while it spun
We don’t plan to disappear and
We are far from done
This is not a wayside
This is not release
This is moving forward
Wonders will not cease
This is not surrender
This is no cheap trick
This could be a judgment day
But we’re among the quick
Clouds roll in and
Move the sands
Systems cycle
Through our hands
We raised our voices
We cast aside
Endured the odds that
We have defied
We’ve leaned into rising squalls
These colors do not run
We will not be blown away
We are far from done
We have rocked around the clock
We’ve more than just begun
We have yet to seize the day, but
We are far from done
A DRIFT ~~ Another Side
We Can Fly In Dreams
In our time
We wish that we
Could soar above
Our family tree
Fledge from here
Lift off and glide
Alight upon
Another side
But gravity
Maintains a hold
Like Major Tom,
We’re ground controlled
For eons we
Have set our eyes
Above our heads
And toward the skies
Watch as birds
Maneuver wings
Release balloons
Let go of strings
Commence a leap
A running start
We’re bound to here
We don’t depart
Those lofty goals
How can we square
With so much left
Up in the air
We struggle to
Accept the weight
That keeps us down
We concentrate
Our waking hours
Our consciousness
Restrict the ways
That we progress
Yet
We can fly in dreams
Comes a day
Our slumbers end
A time to toil
We rise again
Roam the earth
Immerse in sea
Yet in the air
We can’t fly free
Construct machines
To escalate
The powers of
Our natural state
We launch into
The atmosphere
Imagine it
Without the gear
Pass through clouds
Before the dawn
Though we discount
Where we have gone
Our minds have been
So we can claim
Experience
Just the same
Rest in peace
Let off some steam
Get lost in space
Perchance to dream
Inter our bones
And in the end
We can believe
Our souls ascend
Our waking hours
Our consciousness
Restrict the ways
That we progress
We can fly in dreams
The Bells of St. Stephen’s
Birds flew from the belfry
Leaves rustled the air
But all was quiet
To Ludwig’s ear
The tower was tolling
Vienna stirred
Beethoven among them
Though he hadn’t heard
Looked up and saw
The bells in sway
Waited for echoes
No sound today
[Chorus]
Can you imagine
Can you hear
The bells of St Stephen’s
Ringing in your ear
Can you imagine
Can you feel
The music move you
When the bells don’t peal
Can you imagine
Can you hear
The bells of St Stephen’s
Ringing in your ear
Succeeding Mozart
Known, yet impaired
Scores kept coming
So Beethoven dared
Composed sonatas
While all was still
A master symphony
Soared from his quill
Thus his loss
Burnished his legend
Ere his silence waned
Eighteen twenty seven
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