Songs from Batik Journey

Introit

In the quiet stillness there is sound.
Beyond the darkness light is all around.
Listen, listen.  
You will hear.


Sacrifight

Put on the gloves get into the ring,
Wait for the bell to sound.
Shadows in the corner,
Bright lights all around,
Don’t know who I’m fighting,
But I fall to the ground.

Get up, get, up, gotta stand up,
Back on my feet again,
Each time around I’m steadier,
Leaning out and in,
I may not be losing,
But I may never win.

Where is my cheering crowd,
I don’t think I’m glory bound,
No medal to take home,
This is all I’ve known,
Standing on my own.

Standing alone at the back of the room,
The boy in black and white,
Too far away to realize,
Too far away to see the Fight,
If I am defeated,
The innocent pay the price.

Where is my cheering crowd,
I don’t think I’m glory bound,
No medal to take home,
This is all I’ve known,
Standing on my own.

When I bleed, I don’t even feel it,   
Still it flows, on and on.

Take off the gloves get out of the ring,
Lay my body down,
Blessed sleep til the morning comes,
Dreaming of a different crown,
Though I may be weary,
I wake to the sound,
Always ready, To go one more round.


Ascending

One more day, fades away,
Now I lay me down to sleep.
Before I wake, before I break,

Dreaming of an open sky,
Hallelujah by and by.
Lift me up and let me fly.

Summer rain, All in vain,
This is the season before the fall,
Here I am, half a man,

Dreaming of an open sky,
Hallelujah by and by.
Lift me up and let me fly.

Who will know, where I’ve been?
Would I walk this road again?

Gather ‘round, take me down,
Over the hill and far away.
Say goodbye, one last time,

Dreaming of an open sky,
Hallelujah by and by.
Lift me up and let me fly.


Drowning

Sky is clearing, The light up ahead is near,
Trouble disappearing, fading in the rearview mirror,
Breathe relief.

Then out of the blue, without a warning, out of nowhere,
Hits you in a blind spot
You didn’t even know was there,
Swallowing you,

Drowning (this is how it feels)
Drowning (this is all too real)
Drowning
Someone take a hold of me.

Here comes the silence, here comes the darkness, surrounding you.
Every muscle strains, but you cannot move,
Cannot move,

Feels so familiar, closing in from every side,
Hold your breath hard or you will lose your life,
Lose your life.

Drowning (this is how it feels)
Drowning (this is all too real)
Drowning
Someone take a hold of me.

And no one even knows how far under you are,
Everyone you depend on feels so far.

You will rise up to the surface, once again,
You don’t know how, you don’t know when,
You will breathe.

Drowning (this is how it feels)
Drowning (this is all too real)
Drowning
Someone take a hold of me.


Grey

Hey, I don’t care if your hair is turning grey,
The roads you’ve traveled - it couldn’t be any other way.
Hey, I don’t care if you show a little pain,
The load you’ve carried - anyone would feel the same.

Hey, it’s only because you’ve been working way too hard,
Oh, so many years to always be on guard.
Hey, it’s only because you were steady to the end,
Every mountain that you climbed, you had to climb again.

Give yourself a little break, 
Give yourself time to play.
On the wings of better days,
You can fly away.

Hey, look back down the mountain that we climbed,
Every step and every breath, taken in their time
Hey, now we can almost see the other side,
And everyone we brought along, we couldn’t leave behind.

Give yourself a little break, 
Give yourself time to play.
On the wings of better days,
You can fly away.

Hey, I don’t care if your hair is turning grey,
The roads we’ve traveled it couldn’t be any other way.
Hey, but don’t you worry, everything’s OK,
Every sunny day begins with a little bit of gray.
Every sunny day begins with a little bit of gray.
Every sunny day begins with a little bit of gray.


I Am

Some people say that I’m cold, cruel, callous,
Corrosively candid, compelled to compete,
They say that I’m crass, unconcerned with compassion,
A clinical critic caught up on conceit,
Well, I’ve got news for them,

I Am.  I Am.

Everyone thinks that I’m too self-centered,
Obsessed with success, only focused on me,
I could be sociable, warm and approachable,
Not as intense as the find me to be,
But that would be a lie, cause

I Am.  I Am.

I don’t have any use for losers who don’t have a clue,
If someone wants to be in my world,
They gotta let me do what I do.

I don’t really care if I’m not that popular,
It’s not important for me to pretend,
I’m the authority on my priorities,
I’m gonna get what I want in the end,
And when I finally do,
Everyone’s gonna know who,

I Am.  I Am.  I Am.  I Am.  


This Old Dream

Once upon a time a boy began to play,
Making shapes out of a little ball of clay,
Warm and soft and gray.

Slowly, slowly he would add another layer,
Little fingers smoothing surfaces with care,
Then stand back and stare.
Oh, he’d stare  

This Old Dream has seen me through,
It’s sturdy and it’s lonesome too,
This Old Dream will take me home,
This Old Dream I call my own.  

All the layers that we build up as we make our way,
All the imperfections that we’d like to hide away,
And lost the chance to change.

Everything we mold of clay will harden in its time,
Frozen statues on display, stretching down the line,
Pointing like a sign.

This Old Dream has seen me through,
It’s sturdy and it’s lonesome too,
This Old Dream will take me home,
This Old Dream I call my own.

Once upon another time a boy begins to play,
Making music for the statues made of clay,
At the end of every day

This Old Dream has seen me through,
It’s sturdy and it’s lonesome too,
This Old Dream will take me home,
This Old Dream I call my own.

This Old Dream will take me home,
This Old Dream I call my own.   


Dry Bones

Dry Bones, Dry Bones,
Long way from home.
Dry Bones, Dry Bones,
Fading slowly on their own.

Sound of  aching,
Sound of  breaking,
Breaking bones.

(Dry Bones) Fingers on a chalkboard scraping,
(Dry Bones) Solid ground below is shaking,
Falling into the unknown.
(Dry Bones) Shadow of a body fading,
(Dry Bones) Out of breath, only waiting,
So far away from home.

Sound of  aching,
Sound of  breaking,
Breaking bones.

Wet snow, Wet snow,
Too long walking in the cold.
Sing low, sing low,
Here is the song of letting go.

Sound of  aching,
Sound of  breaking,
Breaking bones.


 

In the Quiet Stillness

In the quiet stillness there is sound,
Beyond the darkness light is all around,
Listen, Listen, you will hear.

In the sonic madness lies a song,
Beyond the blinding chaos there is calm,
Listen, Listen, you will hear.

Looking where I cannot see,
Feeling what’s in front of me,
Hoping to come out the other side.

Everywhere I go I feel the crowd,
Pressing up against me, tightly wound,
Hard to listen, harder to hear.

Looking where I cannot see,
Feeling what’s in front of me,
Hoping to come out the other side.

In the quiet stillness there is sound,
Beyond the darkness light is all around,
Listen, Listen, you will hear.


Carry On

 

There’s a look in your eyes every morning,
Full of hope for what the day could bring,
Yesterday’s forgotten like a distant sailor’s warning,
As you look to the sky,
Searching for your set of wings.

Carry on, Carry on, Carry On my friend.
Carry on, carry on.  There’s a light around the bend.

You have been searching for such a long, long time,
I know it seems like forever,
Looking for a victory that’s so hard to find,
And every time you lose,
you have to start all over again.

Carry on, Carry on, Carry On my friend.
Carry on, carry on.  There’s a light around the bend.

There is a darkness that is all too familiar,
In a part of you that can’t escape the past,
But I see you walking away and then I see you running,
And when you learn to fly,
We both know it’s going to last.

Carry on, Carry on, Carry On my friend.
Carry on, carry on. I see a light around the bend.