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Mother's Spiritual (1984)
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What is life?
Did you read about it
In a magazine?
Silent lies
Never give you what you need
Is there hope
For a mother
And an elf on speed?
Kiss the sun hello
Child in the park
Make your life a lovin' thing
I'm so tired
You're so wired
And I'm a poet
Without a poem
And you are my child

"So serene"
Read about us in a magazine
Then why are we
Crying by the washing machine?
Let's run away child
And follow a dream

Kiss the sun hello
Child in the park
Make your life a lovin' thing
The park is late
The wind is strong
The trees have eyes
And you are my song
My lovely song

What is love?
Child I am here
to stand by you
And you will find
You own way hard and true
And I'll find mine
'Cause I'm growin' with you

Kiss the sun hello
God & Goddess
Make his life a lovin' thing
And if I smile as you reach
above the climbin' bars
To see the stars
You are my love
Child my love

. . .


Thank you, sirs

For the right to vote

Bet you didn't know

I had a voice in my throat

Now let's see

Should I vote for 'A' or 'B'?

'A' talks a lot

But not to me

And 'B' wants war

Kill or flunk—

Forget the vote

I'll just go out and get drunk

They say a woman's place

Is to wait and serve

Under the veil

Submissive and dear

But I think my place

Is in a ship from space

To carry me

The hell out of here

Patriarchal great religions

Full of angels

Forgiving and fair

While they push the buttons

And blow up the place

(might as well)

Make room for a worthier race

They say a woman's place

Is to wait and serve

Under the veil

Submissive and dear

But I think my place

Is in a ship from space

To carry me

The hell out of here

All the colors in a race riot

In the land of the free

All the women are on a diet

I'm hungry

Are you hungry

For peace and quiet?

So thank you, sirs

For the right to vote

The microwave

And the old mink coat

Now let's see

Should I vote for 'A' or 'B'?

'A' talks a lot

But not to me

And 'B' wants war

Kill or flunk—

Forget the vote

I'll just go out and get drunk

They say a woman's place...

. . .


Cinnamon hills
Sweet child
And waves of whisper blue
Earth calls to you
Every day in every way
Momma's puttin' on some warpaint
For a little bit of combat
You asked the reason
You gotta fight for your freedom
Sometimes everyday
In every way

Many people pass by
Caught up in roles and rules
Many rivers run free
I don't wanna' crush
The wilderness in you child
Or the wilderness in me
How do we keep them both alive?
Somehow they must survive
Somehow they must survive

We go together
Through the changing seasons
Hearts afire
You know the world needs it
Everyday in every way
Little darling
Zap
Touch the earth child
Heaven and earth child
Ahm ahm ahm
Is that a monster?
Yep - no, a crocodile
Ee's eatin' the bed
See im?
Ahm ahm ahm
I'm ona eat mommy
And bed all up!
Ahm ahm ahm

. . .


I don't know

If this is for a night

A season or more

I only know

I feel sweet spicy waves

At my shore

Dark and light

I've been livin' day to day

Night to night

Feel this heart beat

No, not cold

Just tired of lies

Evening lights

A melody in the sky

Lover

I'm your friend

And tonight your melody

And you own yourself

I belong to me

Understand

That I've been livin' day to day

Night to night

I feel your heart beat

And your kiss can satisfy

Evening lights

Melodies in the sky

Through the trees they fly

Spring clouds in the park

Rainfall in the dark

Fireflies in our hands

Touching spark to spark

Oh, lovers shine

Lovers forgetting time

Lovers

And truly

You've got your life

Your love

Your life

Your love

I've got mine

And I like you

I'm not waiting

For Miss or Mr. Right

So light our fire

Though my heart's on a wire

Living day to day

Night to night

Night to night

Night to night

. . .


Like a sweet gift

From above

Kind of moonlit

And signed with love

Filled with the sweetest

Melt-in-your-mouth thing

You could dream of

People wait

They hesitate

It's getting late...

Do you think that love is sex?

Do you think it's security?

Do you give it with vanity strings?

Or sailing free?

Do you love a child

Or the wild?

A poem? a tree?

Oh, people wait

They hesitate

It's getting late for love

No, don't be late

For love

Love is really you

Many kinds of love

Is very really

It is you

It's not a Hollywood movie

Love is where you are—

Where you are

You could search the mysteries

Of the world

From stars to deep sea pearls—

And you could search

The mysteries of the earth

Through life and death and birth

Just for sweet love

Can you fly it?

Is it made in Japan?

Is it quiet

Or a ten-piece band?

Did I have it all at the start?

If love is a child at heart—

Do I wait?

Hesitate?

Am I late for love?

No, I can't be late

For love

Love is really you

Many kinds of

Love is very

Really, it is you

It's not a Hollywood movie

Love is where you are

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Song # 6 on the album " Mother's Spiritual"

" A Free Thinker"

You don't have your own
You're livin' thru others
Toss and turn at night
but you play it demure
and whats more
you don't think you've got the right
to be a free thinker
You could give yourself the right
You could shine your special light

Are you a consumer
A mere number
on a supermarket line?
wear a perfect mask
and never show your feelings
maybe you can make the time
To be a free thinker
You could find your own style
You may feel more alive

Do you ever wonder
Can we save our planet
and where will it go in time?
White hawk's* destroy
And healer's send joy
back to the starry nite line
for a free thinker
with some individuality
you may find you feel more free

* This word is being used in it's traditional sense of war consciousness and not in reference to the spirit of the soaring bird.

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Man in the moon

I ran past my home

To your shore

To melt the arctic beat

In my breast

Next to yours

It was just my fantasy

For a real world

What do you hear?

What is it we really share?

Do you know the depth

Of my need and my prayer

Or is it just my fantasy

For a new world

It's true

You'll see it, baby

There's a new world

Comin' through

Is it just fine for us to live

In a world that cannot give?

As for me I know I'm strong

And I belong

In a new world

You'll see

You'll see it, baby

There's a new world in me

If you want me

You'll find me in a new world

I want love, respect, and power

To make a new world

I wanna raise my babies

In a new world

Give them peace and happiness

You know you're the old world

And I'm the new world

It's true

You'll see it, baby—

The new world

Man in the moon

. . .


Baby in the cradle

I need to stay strong

I need some ease

Before long

And all the world around me

Is still in love with war

And I must teach that baby

That love is what life is for

And you may help me

Pretty daddy

But you can never lead me

'cause you don't seem to hear me

Gonna talk to a green tree

Talk to a green tree

Green tree—

What am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

I'm a working woman

With a baby on my back

Won't you see me through

Wind in the treetops

Flame in the song

Mother, I need your wise words

But you died before he was born

And all the world around me

Is still in love with war

And I must teach that baby, mama

That love is

What life is for

And you have fire

Little child

And we are growing

And I could really fly

With you by the green tree

We'll lie by the green tree

Green tree—

We're your company

We're your company

I'm a workin' woman

With a baby on my back

I need some energy

Listen, pretty daddy

You can take my place

Childcare and home

Is no disgrace

But eight days a week

May wilt your wild flower

And after you've done it all

Big daddy

Be ready for the midnight hour

And you—society

You can never lead me

'cause you don't seem to hear me

Gonna talk to a green tree

Talk to a green tree

Green tree—

What am I gonna do

To set my spirit free?

I'm a workin' woman

With a baby on my back

I need some energy

. . .


Trees of the ages

You stroll past them

They toss, shimmer in the wind

You stroll by them

You won't outlast them

They know everything

Hello, hello

Trees of the ages

Evergreen

Hello, hello, only you

Can keep my peaceful dreams

Sweep of the trees

Energy spirals

Co-existing in a glow

Believe in a tree

Trees know what every

Zen master needs to know

Hello, hello

Trees of the evening

And the dawn

Hello, hello

So good to those who stroll along

It is known

In special circles

Tree elves guide the way

High above

What people break

Elves rebuild each day

Oh, they live in strange places

Magic traces

In trees of the ages

The green love in the world

Strollin' at ease

In the great green harmonies

. . .


You are a free woman

You understand the earth

You say you want an end to violence

Feel safe in the universe

Sister, believe

You are stronger, brighter

Your dream's a little wilder

Sister, believe

Sister, believe in your happiness

You are a green peace dreamer

You understand the earth

You say you want to save the sea

And skies of the universe

Sister, believe

You are stronger, wilder

Your moon's a little brighter

Sister, believe

Sister, believe in your happiness

Sweet and shining dreams

They burn

And your light

Shine it free and bright

And if the world can't see it

Give it to the wild night

You are a romantic woman

Sweet and rare

You are young

And you are old

Black and white

You're everywhere

Sister, believe

You are stronger, wilder

Your moon's a little brighter

Sister, believe

Sister, believe in your happiness

Don't forget your happiness

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Gypsy fever

I've been here many times

The motels

The trailers

The netted tents

Of the road

I've been on these lands

Through space time

In my own time

In my own time, baby

Independently wanting you

I've been wanting you

Wanting you

Wanting to

What's a woman to do now?

Lover

That's right

Me and my friends

Somewhere on the road

Child and dog play

Winds, they blow

And blow

Happy birthday, thirties

What do I want?

My candles glow

Baby, I want everything

Just everything

I want everything

That you can bring

'cause my heart needs to sing now

Lover

That's right, lover

You are here

Music in my ear

A wild dear

A magic potion

Hold me tight

Angel of the night

Hold me right

'cause my love is the ocean

Give you everything

Just everything

I want everything

That you can bring

To set the night in motion

Lover, that's right, lover, that's right

Music of the night

I hear music of the night

And I'm here lovin' you

Baby, I'm lovin' you

Baby, I'll be lovin' you

Baby, I've been lovin' you

Lovin' you, yes

. . .


Sophia

Goddess of wisdom

And dream

Shine your light

Shine your light

For a gypsy queen

In a midnight dream

Sophia

Goddess of wisdom

Serene

Shine your light

Shine your light

For a gypsy queen

In a midnight dream

Hecate, queen of the night

Queen of the bold

Shine your light

Down the open road

Midnight in my eyes

Highway in my hair

I don't want no diamond rings

I don't want no pretty things

I'm lookin' for the highway

To my soul

Sophia

Goddess of wisdom

And dream

Shine your light

Shine your light

For a gypsy queen

In a midnight dream

Sophia

Goddess of wisdom

Serene

Shine your light

Shine your light

For a gypsy queen

In a midnight dream

Hecate, queen of the night

Queen of the bold

Women want to change the world

Make it whole

Midnight in my eyes

Highway in my hair

I don't want no diamond rings

I got all my pretty things

I'm looking for the highway

To my soul

Sophia

Goddess of wisdom

And dream

Shine your light

Shine your light

For a gypsy queen

In a midnight dream

. . .


On a street corner where the kids boogie all night
or where the winds sing and the stars shine like holiday lights,
come a band of angels, salvation in their might and as for peace on earth...

Feel this love, my brothers and sisters, feel the season turn, she is the mother of time.
Wonders that take you, rivers that give, that's where mother's spiritual lives

Talk of a ruby, love, lover's share. Find your love, lose your love here and there.
So you go home, do your own thing, the ocean sings to me
that love is always alive and part of thee.

Feel this love, my brothers and sisters, feel the season turn, she is the mother of time.
Light and darkness come to her kiss cause that's where mother's spiritual lives.

Come to the lights my sisters and take what you need.
Doesn't matter, my brothers, your Sunday creed
cause each one's a lover to this winter night star, a pilgrim, a pioneer, that's who you are.

Feel this love, my brothers and sisters, feel the season turn, she is the mother of time.
It's not war, it's life she gives and that's where mother's spiritual lives.

. . .


Refrain:

TELL ME HOW MUCH
IT IS TOO MUCH
SHOULD I GIVE ALL THE LOVE INSIDE MY HEART
WHEN I WANT TO KNOW
HOW MUCH
IT IS TOO MUCH
WITH THIS LOVE WE HAVE TO STOP BEFORE START(?)

TELL ME HOW .....

. . .


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