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SILVERBIRD
SILVERBIRD I CAN SEE SO FAR WAY
FLYING UP IN THE SKY SO FREE
NOTHING TO KEEP YOU DOWN NOW
FLYING SO FREE
AND EASY
YOUR WINGS HAVE TOUCHED THE SUN ON HIGH
AND YOUVE TASTED THE WINTERS OF YEARS GONE BY
HIGH UP WHERE
YOU ROAM, YOU FLY
AND YOU NEVER WHISPER YOU CRY!
IM SILVERBIRD AN I RULE THE SKY
I CLIMB EVERY PEAK AND SURE
IS MY EYE I CAN SEE FOREVER ON A CLOUDLESS NIGHT I CAN SEE THE SUNLIGHT DANCING IN ITS OWN LIGHT!
SILVERBIRD WILL
YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU, TO THE LOFTY HEIGHTS SO PURE? LET ME SEE THE GRAND BEGINNINGS, JUST TO MAKE ME SURE
YOUR MIGHT
HAS BEEN CHALLENGED MANY TIME BUT YOU NEVER LOSE
YOUR WAY
YOU NEVER SEEK VENGEANCE FOR THEIR CRIMES, YOU LET THEM
GO AWAY
YOU SAY
IM SILVERBIRD I RULE THE SKY IVE CLIMBED EVERY PEAK AND AS SURE IS MY EYE I CAN SEE FOREVER ON A CLOUDLESS
NIGHT I CAN SEE THE SUNLIGHT DANCING IN ITS OWN LIGHT!
IM SILVERBIRD AND I DRINK THE WATER AT RHE BASE OF THE ICE ON THE
PEAKS SO HIGH, IM SILVERBIRD AND I RULE THE WORLD IN THE LIFETIME OF ALL THAT LIES BELOW!
BY JOEL PIRARD
Something Is Calling Me
words and music by Joel Pirard
Something is calling me I have a vision now come
and see
It reaches for my soul it comforts me now it calls to me
Feeling is everywhere even my soul knows
what it sees
The comfort of love and hope is what lives and breathes
The stones of life making up my mind
make me want to speak
Of the gladness of my dreams my hopes my fears you share
When we open up to ourselves
and make it truly real we fear no end
Our companionship is is always forever and a day we’re truly friends
We’ve
seen it all before and we’ll see it all again we know it’s true
With our virtue as we go our values as
a friend we’ll see it through
There’s no need to feel alone only reasons comprehend we face the waves
With unfurling of our sails if we win or if we fail we’ll face the day
AFTER THE CALL
RUNNING FLYING
IN THE SEASONS OF THE SUN CALLING OUT FOR JUST THE SONG
FEELING BEING
IN THE MOMENT FOR
TO CRY IN A MYSTIC LULLABY
WE ARE THE ONES
WHO HEAR THE CALL
WE SING THE SONGS AFTER THE FALL OF THE NIGHT
CALLING
FALLING LIKE A SNOWFLAKE IN THE SKY OR A SOARING BIRD OF FLIGHT
SEEING REVEALING THE THOUGHTS FLOW IN OUR MINDS
AND
THE THOUGHTS OF OUR KIND, SAY
FEELING ALIVE OPEN YOUR EYES WE SING THE SONG MAKING US STRONG
FOR OUR LIVES
BY J PIRARD
FLIGHT OF FANTASY
AT THE INSTANT OF THE OVERTURE, DO YOU BELIEVE?
ALL
THE STORIES AND THEIR CHARACTERS, THEIR MIGHT DECIEVES
IN A MOMENT OF WEAKENED WILL, IS EVIL BORN?
IS THE PLOT LINE
TRUE AND STILL, OR IS IT DEFORMED?
IS THE ANSWER WHAT WE SEEK?
OR IS IT WHAT WE WANT TO HEAR?
NOTHING IS THE
SAME AS IT SEEMED
NOT SO VERY LONG AGO
WILL THE TALE BE TOLD OR IS IT LOST?
CAN WE BE SAVED?
ALL OUR THOUGHTS
MUST BEAR THE PILGRIM'S COST
NO EARLY GRAVE
AS THE TALE UNFOLDS IN ECSTACY, WILL A POEM ARISE?
THE FLIGHT OF FANTASY,
CAN WE SURVIVE?
YOU CAN FIND ME IN BETWEEN, WHAT IS FLESH AND FANTASY
ALL THE ECHOES ARE IN SAGAS
THAT HAVE
ALL BEEN SEEN BEFORE
C 1991 JOEL PIRARD
Skyhunter
A hunter in the fated heaven
Howls the Hunters wisdom to the seven sister stars.
A dawning
fantasy, reunion with the parent sky A child awakens wonder in his eyes
The shadow of the Hunter of the skies
Timeless
cloud-borne wanderer
Returning to the monarch's canyon
Up the towered peaks
A still-life dwelling, stones that
roared Before the rivers whisper
Etched them into monuments that rise
No higher than the Hunter of the skies
And
the truth shines so freely in the life Running molten down the walls
Of the canyons to the rising sun
The Silent One,
Rejoicing in the splendor of his flight
A shadow in the face of morning frames the Hunters silhouette
With
cold corona fire
In hail of prominence,
the Hunter in the fated heaven
Howls the Hunters wisdom as he flies
The
canyon echoes with his sunburst cries
The shadow of the Hunter of the skies
We are such fragile things
Fluttering
on silk-spun wings
But don't you know we live for just a day
Its such a tragic thing,
the fledgling dying
on the wing
Is stricken as the Hunter speeds away
And don't you know we live for just a day
By Jeff Kalmar
THe ABUSER
Words By Bruce Henninger, Music By Joel Pirard, Arrangement AVALON USA
PICTURE SOMETHING WONDERFUL
A BEACON IN THE NIGHT
SHINING PROUD AND WHOLESOME LIKE A DIAMOND IN THE LIGHT
PICTURE SOMETHING POWERFUL A LIGHT WITHIN
THE DARK
A TOOL TO SHAPE THE WORLD A WAY TO LEAVE YOUR MARK
WATCH THE WORDS
RISING HIGH ABOVE THE NORM UNTOUCHED
BY GUTTER-TONGUE
A PILLAR NO HAND CAN TREAR DOWN IT?S SONG FOREVER SUNG
IT CAN WEAVE A MAGIC WEB EXCITE YOU TO THE
CORE
OVERWHELM WITH IT?S POTENTIAL TO OPEN ANY DOOR
THEN COMES THE ABUSER
TURNING TRUTH TO TRIVIA TURNING
GOLD TO LEAD
WELCOME THE ABUSER WITH THE WORDS THAT ARE SAID
DRAWN THE MAGIC IN THE WONDER WITH THE WORDS THAT ARE
SAID
CONVERSATION DISSERTATION ELUCIDATION
EXPLANATION EXPOSITION EXPLORATION INFORMATION
CONFIRMATION POSTULATION
ELABORATION VERIFICATION
EXCLAMATION
TOO MANY WORDS FOR THEIR OWN GOOD
SWAMPFIRE
Copyright 1991 Bruce Henninger
Wake up in a dreamland, a bustling swampland mall
A cozy place
that feels like home and yet there’s something wrong
A place of our imaginings, that beckons us inside
To share
in life’s simplicity , and leave reality
Outside
So many friendly creatures, surrounding me right now
I
know I don’t belong here but they will not let me out
So I will play the innocent and take on a disguise
And
take my place in line to fool
The friendly watchful eyes
But my premature discovery raises rancor
By even
the most gentle, reason fled
No time to waste in final desperation
Make an escape and the flying weights
Hit the
LIZARD on the head
Where does the dreamer end
Where does the dream begin?
Where does the substance fade and
the
Myth come rushing in?
We are all just aspects of the things that we create
Profane and sacred, good and evil
In the depths of love and hate.
Pursued to the waters edge, I draw my gun
They stop and gasp for such a thing
is never done
I tell them that I meant no harm to any one, and that they must let me leave
They stand and watch
helpless as I
Step into the boat
Cast of from their peaceful shore
A wayward soul afloat
Far from shore
in another song
Where my dreamland starts to fade
The creatures watch me vanish, then
Turn and walk away…
BRIEF RETURN
copyright 1991 Bruce Henninger
When the Dreamer ends will he remember,
His return to this
land, where things got out of hand
Will he remember, the mistake that was made
And the price that he paid, when the
Dreamer ends…
The rope was placed around my neck through ignorance and fear
In my heart I find no room
for malice or resentment
They do what they feel they must
They cannot know their reasons.
Perhaps its best to
end it here, to put the strife to rest
Just before the final fall
A hand of understanding
Reaches up to where
I stand
A gesture of compassion
But I worry what will come
Once the final panel fades
Death no longer a stranger
here
How will the magic change?
When the Dreamer ends will he remember,
The tree upon the hill, the thoughts
that made them kill
Will he remember the evil that was done
Witnessed by the setting sun
When the dreamer ends
He will remember.
Juggernaut
JUGGERNAUT
copyright 1991 Bruce Henninger
I remember
He has been
here before now, and I am here again
A dark-masked man here by this fool’s façade
Call me OLD MAN JUGGS but
I am really so much more
An innocence destroyer well you f***ed with the wrong mother
A LECTER Incognito, a maven
of depravity
I will strike into your hearts and
Make you know MORTALITY
Cruel ghoul, murder maker
Soulless
machine, life debaser
You who left your justice swinging at the end of a hangman’s rope
The first to die
will be a sign
This memory that stains your lives
The tree there on your bloody hill
will know a different blood
tonight
The DEACON and the BLIND MAN
Each will suffer like the other
This JUGGERNAUT will war tonight!
The
SPINY friend will feel the spines
SHOPKEEPER with bloody eyes
Three SMALL BROTHERS nailed
Upon the wood
The
MADAME and THE bi***
Each will suffer like the other
This JUGGERNAUT will kill tonight!
Skin the LIZARD
Stuff
the OWL
Let the dog have the bones
Crack the shell and slice the tender flesh!
Don’t think that
you can stop me
The way you did before
Slap me and I’ll disappear
Behind my old familiar face
Terror
in the shadow
Your cowards realization
You have met the ENEMY
And he is me!
HE
IS ME!
Playing Possum
PLAYING POSSUM
Copyright 1991 Bruce Henninger
Who am I?
What did I dream?
The JUGGERNAUT
Within
me has stretched its legs enough
Playing Possum, Playing Mind Games
Its really harmless stuff
Who am I?
What
was my dream? This fancy of another
Now given its release
It belongs to all of us
To believe in as we please!
Where does the Dreamer stop
And the Creation come to life?
Where are all the choices made between the dark
sides and the light?
The facets of our inner selves. what is right and what is wrong
Hold the answers to the questions
That are asked within our song
If this Dreamer has offended
Think on this and all is mendedYou can be the
Dreamer too
And Dream the Dream that’s right for you
And Dream the Dream that’s right for you
And
Dream the Dream that’s right for you
AND DREAM THE DREAM THAT’S RIGHT FOR YOU!
Gulag
Cast adrift from his home and land
Comes the writer words in hand
No one knows if he’ll stay
or go
He’s just going where the current flows
He was guilty of no lies
He just wrote the tale of his eyes
What he saw was what was shown
And for this they made him leave his home
Red flag blood flows no one on their
side allowed to know
No truth may flow, in the echoes of silence, he knows
Now he comes to our shores
With
his tale of death and war
Some desire not to hear what he says
Because it does not cheer them
But the words he
says are true
Do your best they still haunt you
Red flag blood flows no one on their side allowed to know
No
truth may flow, in the echoes of silence, he knows
Now the time has come to open up your eyes and see
Now the
reason for the cries
Hear the words he tells you
Listen to what he tells you
He won’t lead you astray
Red
flag blood flows no one on their side allowed to know
No truth may flow, in the echoes of silence, he knows
RUN IN THE RAIN
I RESPECT WHAT USED TO BE AND HOPE TO GOD THAT WE WILL SEE
RETURN TO LIFE THAT WAS YIELDED
UPON THIS GLORIOUS EARTH
I USED TO HOPE FOR LIFE ANEW
IN LANDS THAT HAD BEEN SO ABUSED
NOW I HOPE THAT WE WILL
SEE THE SUNRISE AND REBIRTH
IT USED TO BE YOU'D SEE THE STARS
AT NIGHT YOU'D SEE THE WORLDS AFAR
BUT NOW YOU CAN'T
LOOK TO THE SKY
THERE'S NOTHING THERE TO SEE
THE CLOUDS THAT MAKE UP OUR SKIES
ARE YOURS AND MINE I WONDER WHY
NO ONE EVER THOUGHT ABOUT HOW IT MAKES US CRY
TO RUN TO RUN IN THE RAIN
TO RUN TO RUN IN THE RAIN
THE TIME
HAS COME TO RECOGNIZETHAT ALL OUR FEARS WILL REALIZE
THE TRUTH BE KNOWN WE MUST STOP
PLAYING WITH OUR LIVES
TO
HELL WITH PROFITS WE MUST FIGHT
IF NOT FOR OUR SAKES FOR THE RIGHT
OF OUR CHILDREN'S DREAMS, TO ONE DAY RUN OUT IN
THE RAIN
TO RUN TO RUN IN THE RAIN
TO RUN TO RUN IN THE RAIN
BY JOEL PIRARD
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