Voyage of a Music Man
Music Man makes a moving journey …..
_ Catch a Lightning Ray: The artist and his ‘raison d’etre’ Keep on going along the way
– The Troubadours Alba: the music man, the muse, and the spell…
– Through the Looking Glass: Wander and wonder…
– Saving a Prayer for the Sea, for the Tree and the Bee…
– Down the River: The circle of existence, a perpetual movement from the source to the sea. Real poems never end…
LYRICS
Catch a lightning Ray (keep on going)
When I feel the lightning
wanna strike me today
and rains of confusion
are coming my way
I will be running
find a place to hide
on the slippery roads
I try to stride
I gotta keep on going
along the way
I gotta keep on running
and catch a lightning ray
And I see a shelter
for the thunder and rain
but when I’m getting closer
I feel linked to a chain
And I start to wonder
what’s this all about
am I alone here
yet chained to the crowd?
And all things down
are they like above?
I know… I am
I guess that’s enough
I gotta keep on going
along the way
I gotta keep on running
and catch a lightning ray
run boy run
run boy run
run boy run
catch a lightning ray…
—
Troubadour’s Alba (Under your spell)
I don’t know why
I’m feeling this way
a burning lust
to come out and play
the music flows
and the melody grows
the troubadour ‘s alba
at the dawn of day
When a cool breeze
calls the sun to rise,
I sense the air
of Paradise
Timeless words
the troubadour wrote
while he sang his songs
of love devote
Under your spell
Heaven and hell
Down in the well
Rising in swell
When the night departs
from the morning gate
Can you still recall
the serenade
the troubadour sang
while the night began
now the melody lingers
a twist of fate
Under your spell
Heaven and hell
Down in the well
Rising in swell
—
Through the Looking Glass (Wonderland)
And in the silence of the night
I keep on staring through the looking glass
and you shine so bright
in a wonderland….
Prayer
Save a prayer for the world
save a prayer for the sea
save a prayer for the tree
save a prayer for the bee
save a prayer for you
save a prayer for me
save a prayer for we, the people
Save a prayer for the greedy
who think a soul is made of dollars
Save a prayer for the violent
who think God is a gun
Save a prayer for the people
who think freedom is a wall
save a prayer for the world
save a prayer for the sea
save a prayer for the tree
save a prayer for the bee
save a prayer for you
save a prayer for me
save a prayer for we, the people
Down the river
From the source to the sea
the river flows, perpetually
The eternal shores that smell of desire
on which I’ll be washed again and again
From darker skies into brighter heavens
Real poems never end…
Take my hand for a walk
on the paths that seem unknown
cause I’m floating down the river
bound to drown into the sea