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

 

 [chorus]