Fly

i am the eagle who glides on the wind
touching down briefly in someone’s back yard
only a glimpse of me ever remains
and my home is ever so far
so i must fly

i look to the moon when the daylight is lost
she is my pardon, she is my rest
taking the carnage of my daily bread
can leave me discouraged at best
but i am so high

and there are those who still sing in the hills
sacred heart secretly raging for more
tearing away at our mis-shapen will
making the lesson the art
so i will sing

i hear there’s freedom lying within
that’s what they tell me, that’s what i’m told
reaching for wisdom is one way to go
different direction than most
but i am free


Good as Gold

tear me up if you want to
i have nothing left to say
tear me down if you have to
i was breaking anyways

tell a lie, it can’t hurt me
so and so with such and such
to tell the truth, it’s all empty
and i can only take so much

what good is gold
to one who only wears silver
what good is silver
to one who only treasures brass
i ask my myself but
my heart it only beats bewildered
and what good’s a heart
if it’s only made of glass

it’s as good as gold

i’ve always been a great big fan of justice
it’s just its always had a price
sometimes we get lost in the lines between our sense of judgement
so judgement’s never as precise

i wish we all had a little curiosity
maybe just a little more
i wish we wouldn’t be so quick to pick what we believe in
and miss the good things knocking at the door cause

what good is gold
to one who only wears silver
what good is silver
to one who only treasures brass
i ask my myself but
my heart it only beats bewildered
and what good’s a heart
if it’s only made of glass

it’s as good as gold


I’ve Never

i’ve never tilled a garden
i’ve never bent my back to strike an ax to wood
i’ve never raised a child and yet
i’ve certainly pretended that i’ve understood

i’ve never built a home
i’ve never even built a warming fire in the cold
i’ve never tilled a garden
i’ve never needed shelter when the thunder rolled

so what do i know?

i’ve never fired a gun
i’ve never even given up a nickel when had a dime
and if i suffered loss
i’ve only ever really cared about the loss of time

i’ve never been to war
and i’ve only ever watched the protests on tv
i’ve never tilled a garden
i’ve never really seen the truth inside of me

so what do i know?

i’ve never been to mexico
i’ve never drunk the water from the river or the ground
i’ve never built a well
i’ve never held a baby right before the wailing of its very first sound

i’ve never tilled a garden
i’ve never bent my back over a winter’s pile of wood
i’ve never tilled a garden
so how could i believe i’ve ever understood


January 20

everybody’s singin’, singin’ “yes we can”
everybody’s waitin’ on the one great man
everybody’s singin’, singin’ “yes we did”
finally gave it to him at the lowest bid

it takes a village people
we can’t forget it now
it takes a village people
it ain’t about the dow
you know a change is coming
but let me tell you how
it takes a village people
we can’t forget it now

january, january 20

don’t nobody wanna buy electric cars
tearing up the ozone but we still have mars
opportunity is knockin’ at the door
singin’ we don’t have to study war no more

it takes a village people
the future’s ours to own
it takes a village people
it’s time for gettin’ grown
you know a change is coming
so let me tell you how
it takes a village people
we can’t forget it now

january, january 20

healthcare, welfare, roofs for people on the street
bad loans, lost homes, food for those with none to eat
corruption, destruction, of biblical proportion
if we’re gonna turn it ’round it’s time to set the ball in motion

january, january 20


Tall as Our Fathers

daddy you sure showed me
how to be a model citizen
i found out how to get out
everything i need from within
too bad you only see
through the barrel of your gun
i wish you had a wider view
but am i the only one?

we’ve turned our dream into our machine
which is working for the rich
we profit off our neighbor’s cancer
and it works until we’re sick
we must begin again so our children can
work for more than this
but who will we look to, will we look to you? we look up but

chorus
we will never be as tall as our fathers
and our resolve will never be
as firm as his hand
no i may never be as tall as my father
but was he such a big man?

your flag is always red,
isn’t red the color of blood?
your rag is always wrung dry, even in a flood
your empty pockets bulge,
i don’t understand the reason why
there’s not enough to feed
a single serving of your pie.

we’ve turned our dream into a machine
which will bury all of us
we lock our children in the dark until
the darkness is a must
we salt our sickness like the wounds we lick
cause there’s no one to trust
so who do we look to?
do we look to you? we look up but

chorus
we will never be as tall as our fathers
and our resolve will never be
as firm as his hand
no i may never be as tall as my father
but was he such a big man?


Very Small Things

woman, you are a queen
don’t you get worried over very small things

your roof is leaking rain
and it won’t get fixed cause you’re late on the rent again
so you fill up your all your time
doubling over that nine to five

sunday mornin’ comes
and beside you, there is no one
the lover you had before
well turns out, he don’t come home no more

woman, you are a queen
don’t you get worried over very small things
the living is easy when it’s just your song to sing
don’t you get worried over very small things

now your best friend says she’s feeling down
she don’t understand why you don’t come around
then she tells you where your lover’s been
well it turns out, she never was your friend

even a simple wish when said is your command
so be careful, be true to what you say
they can’t take anything without your open hand
so be careful with what you give away

woman, you are a queen
don’t you get worried over very small things

you can’t lose anything you never really had
so be careful with what you try to hold
if someone’s leaving you it’s best to just be glad
don’t get angry, just get to letting go.

woman, you are a queen…


Water I (The Water)

my father used to say
“my darling, what’s your strategy?
cause your people won’t survive alone
on all your theory
use your mind and use your heart
to be the change you want to see”
so this is how i walk the path
creator made for me

when i eat the rice, then i clean the bowl
if i scorch the sky then i mend the hole
if i slay the herd, everyone pays the toll
because we all have to drink the water

i left home for education,
to replete an eager mind
with my wisdom to recover,
and my young will to refine
what my people knew of fishing
they’d forgotten over time
so i returned home to my people
with a fishing line

and when we eat the rice, we clean the bowl.
if we scorch the sky then we mend the hole
and we’ll catch the wind
because we can’t clean the coal
and we all have to drink the water

100 years after
i was killed by calvary
i journeyed to the great white land
to seek apology
Tom Daschel said he’d only grant
the state’s regrets to me
Cause apologizing one time
might just set the floodgates free

but you ate the rice now you clean the bowl.
you scorched the sky
so you must mend the hole
you took my voice
right with the land you stole
but we all have to drink the water

yes you ate the rice so you clean the bowl
you scorched the sky
so you must mend the hole
you slayed the herd and still won’t pay the toll
but we all have to drink the water


Very Small Things (2009)

As heard at the Y2K10 International Looping Festival in Santa Cruz, CA, “Very Small Things” is the follow-up companion to Contemporary A Cappella Recording Award winner “Out from Yonder.” A diverse, heart-felt collection of original songs inspired by Sweet Honey in the Rock, Bobby McFerrin and Pete Seeger, all written and performed on a BOSS RC-2 looper.