Ballad of the Hidden Village (Lay Your Burden Down)

Lay your burden down boys,
Lay your burden down
Of your kind they will say
How you set your will ablaze
But for now lay your burden down boys
Lay your burden down

We came from the port of New Orleans
From the maiden who ne’er shall wake
In her bed we take rest
From the woes we possess
By the shores of her Ponchartrain Lake, boys

We crossed the Great Mississippi
The roar of our nation’s birth
On her mighty waves
For the triumph of the trade
They belied the measure of our worth, boys

We passed by the graves of our mothers
Through the land where they toiled and they tilled
Are we ever to know
How their seeds were made to grow
It’s a silence that haunts us still, boys

When we reached Angelina County,
A Hidden Village we did find
A fraternity
Nay, the “Order of the Qui!”
Deep in those Texas Pines, boys

We took comfort in your union
The rage in your will of fire
You reached out a hand
Yes we joined the royal band
With our will may we ever inspire, boys

So, lay your burden down boys,
Lay your burden down
Of your kind they will say
How you set your will ablaze
But for now lay your burden down boys
Lay your burden down


Backside (Not Your Baby Girl)

Please don’t think me civilized
Please don’t leave me patronized
Please don’t think I’ll compromise
I’m not your baby girl

Please don’t try to analyze me
You can’t help but fantasize
But I won’t buy your sack of lies
I’m not your baby girl

I’m a woman on the run
I have so much to be done
Purpose is my number one
I’m not your baby girl

Don’t tell me I’m out of line
I can’t mend your broken mind
But watch me break your paradigm
I’m not your baby girl

You can’t see me
You couldn’t if you tried
You’re luck if you catch a shadow of my backside.


Beauty Beyond Reason

I want to write a song that she will hear,
She who holds beauty beyond reason.
She, whose eyes like butterflies
Reach to meet the morning sunlight
as it warms their wings
and they rest upon the rainbows
as they wish for simple things

I want to play a song for her to sing
she who hold beauty beyond reason.
she, whose eyes like butterflies
tell her everything she’ll ever need to know,
taking flight beyond the moonlight to behold
beauty beyond reason.

She who knows the reason we must fight for our lives,
She who knows the season comes
to take out the knife from her wounded soul,
for she holds beauty beyond reason