Music Directory 01
ARTICLES
Music is Still in the Dark Ages
SONGS
TORRENTIAL
TIME The
cold rain fell in torrential time and washed the mountains' hills.
The Shocked Confidents When the hope entrusted silver out unto the unknown friends...
NORTHWEST PASSAGE Go and find that Northwest Passage! Kings and presidents, they said...
Window
Mind Frost Design The windows
of your mind are blue with winter frost...
The
Star Stream Ride
.... only courage can survive the thrill of your star stream ride.
How Do You Start With Nothing? ...first you start with air, and you energize hydroxide in terra to prepare.
Run,
City Man! (Studio version)
Run, city man! Cut your roots and go. Your world will be
exploding round you. What more would you know?
Locked Razor ...but to make certain that he does not take the blade, that razor's locked that the mad man holds in his hand.
RUGGED COMPREHENSION Green fields, gray skies, windy cliffs on a mountain high.
In the Humor of a Bard Of endless repetition, I find not one small line, for character is written as passages recline into a timeless wonder...
In
The Valley Below The
leaves of the wind mixed with songs of the birds and the glow of the warmth of
the sun on the trees speak the words...
Insomniac
Beacon For
the night's insomniac pressure in the view of satellites, the kind that's able
to measure a tiny single person's flights...
Jones
Screamed Mister
Jones, there has been a great depression. There is no money anymore.
Your millions have just vanished.
The Flat Land Is Man's Land The flat land is man's land. It always has been. Don't have to look twice at the mess that it's in.
Green Hills of Dawn The green hills of dawn have the rainbows passing on; passing in the golden haze as the sheep would graze beyond.
The Painless Way The energies of restlessness, they argued back and forth. And some spoke of intolerable and some spoke of their dearth.
The Rich Man and the Poor Man There was once a rich man, not too long ago. He lived near Central Park, New York.
They Would Happy Be the Ones They would happy be the ones who finally did not send their hopes into the elements of that which does pretend...
The Time Bends in the Distance The time bends in the distance and my trip is to beyond, though the sand be mixed with oil, though they call me...
All of the Obvious Out from under the earthen ground, the tender plants do grow, to greet the world with radiance where blossoms, they do flow.
Instinct Suicide The squirrels run from tree to tree, gather in the food. They save enough for the winter freeze, at least enough to see them through.
Nightingale In the night I heard a gale sing a song as hours grew, till they came to morning slight, like a dark and shining veil.
A Sea Song
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