1. |
Rondo for Music Box
02:35
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2. |
One Letter Words
04:30
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3. |
Hogs in Love
04:52
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Hogs in Love
lyrics ©1988 Ken Clinger
when will the cows come home
why do they have to roam
why do the pigs grow old
why can’t they float like butterflies
when will the slugs go free
fulfilling their destiny
when will the frogs unite
transforming their tadpoles by candlelight
hogs in love
sheep from above
singing us songs of joy
singing of fields of gold
why did the goats move on
neglecting their friend the swan
what did they all imply
singing the swan that lullaby
hogs in love
sheep from above
singing us songs of joy
singing of fields of gold
why did the dogs betray
the chickens they led astray
what did they hope to do
convincing them they were kangaroos
why did the bees go wild
adopting that zebra child
how could they be so cruel
sending their zebra to beaver school
hogs in love
sheep from above
singing us songs of joy
singing of fields of gold
hogs in love
sheep from above
singing us songs of joy
singing of fields of gold
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4. |
Dragonkind
05:56
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Dragonkind
©2005 Ken Clinger
sunlight flash on scales of gold
wingspan cross the sky
age of dragonflight unfolds
horizon meets the eye
flights on high, the air is cold
beyond the distant sea
inborn spark desire for gold
from distant memory
ascending at the break of day
transcending gravity
instinct guides and shows the way
to realms of fantasy
age of dragonkind
we somehow always knew
rules were undefined (left behind)
our way of life rang true
moonlight glow on plains of gold
doubt enters dragon cry
what was clear is growing cold
instincts go awry
stamina maintains the way
remembrance of the true
tradition as its own display
informs our point of view
hints arise of something lost
with instinct vague and weak
rigidity reveals the cost
rules blocking what we seek
age of dragonkind
is coming to an end
leave the past behind
so spirit can ascend
sunlight on the water
spirit flying free
the physical is left behind all cares are gone
fulfilled reality
in every moment
how could we go astray
answers are so obvious
beyond the mind
beyond defines
true clarity’s display
can this be remembered within the realms of earth
return from dreams
with consciousness
return to realms of senses
at rebirth
into the challenge
of vagueness and dismay
remembering this sunlight
this clarity, reality
can seem to far away
awakening in darkness
or so it seems to be
gravity on body weight
antithesis of free
air in all its thickness
fades the clarity
how can i remember
when senses disagree
dragon body on its own
impulse to reach the sky
now a childish fantasy
atrophied wings don’t fly
dreams of dragonkind
reflected memory
spark of something still alive
inside still flying free
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5. |
Hispanujo
04:22
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The Broom, The Shovel, The Poker, And The Tongs
by Edward Lear [public domain]
I.
The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,
They all took a drive in the Park;
And they each sang a song, ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!
Before they went back in the dark.
Mr. Poker he sate quite upright in the coach;
Mr. Tongs made a clatter and clash;
Miss Shovel was dressed all in black (with a brooch);
Mrs. Broom was in blue (with a sash).
Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!
And they all sang a song.
II.
"O Shovely so lovely!" the Poker he sang,
"You have perfectly conquered my heart.
Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong! If you're pleased with my song,
I will feed you with cold apple-tart.
When you scrape up the coals with a delicate sound,
You enrapture my life with delight,
Your nose is so shiny, your head is so round,
And your shape is so slender and bright!
Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!
Ain't you pleased with my song?"
III.
"Alas! Mrs. Broom," sighed the Tongs in his song,
"Oh! is it because I'm so thin,
And my legs are so long,--ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!--
That you don't care about me a pin?
Ah! fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room,
Ah! why don't you heed my complaint?
Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom,
Because you are covered with paint?
Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!
You are certainly wrong."
IV.
Mrs. Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang,
"What nonsense you're singing to-day!"
Said the Shovel, "I'll certainly hit you a bang!"
Said the Broom, "And I'll sweep you away!"
So the coachman drove homeward as fast as he could,
Perceiving their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle, and little by little
They all became happy again.
Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!
There's an end of my song.
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7. |
Sequential Scissors
05:55
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Sequential Scissors
lyrics ©1988 Ken Clinger
sequential scissors, cut of lace
time-tested slogans on the wall
recognition, their control
forgotten yearnings on the floor
conditioned impulses
that lead astray
sequential scissors, revision
rust-tainted elemental cause
desire them, require them
they bring you home
posess them, caress them
when you’re alone
sequential scissors, raged lace
time-wasted drawings on the wall
concentration, what they show
untested visions at the door
sequential scissors, cutting lace
displacement holding with the wall
determined motion, turning face
direction differing before
conditioned impressions
they lead astray
sequential scissors, ripping lace
neglected symbols on the wall
desire them, require them
they bring you home
posess them, caress them
when you’re alone
sequential scissors, cut of lace
time-tested slogans on the wall
sequential scissors, ragged lace
time wasted drawings on the wall
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8. |
Focus
09:22
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Focus
©2005 Ken Clinger
sorting thru the colors randomly
looking for the perfect match
watching sunbeams in the air
catching signals from the sky
above the landscape oversee
all that we have done today
finding visions everywhere
that we lost along the way
taking leave from outer world
and focusing internally
atmospheres of our creation
feed out thoughts
fill our lives
flowing out externally
deeper into consciousness
we focus on the inner core
all exists as pure awareness
unity
energy
always giving, always more
sorting thru the memories casually
trying not to force the view
catching cycles in the flow
subtle patterns meet the eye
of the beholder consciously
night seen form the light of day
show connections with the stars
history shared with light’s delay
revealing past in present tense
learning from the overview
trusting instincts inner play
matching ancient with the new
sound and light from inner worlds
experiencing primally
our response with instincts freely
consciously
willingly
all we hear and all we see
form and beauty manifesting
primitive becomes sublime
deeper meaning, stringer reflex
elevate
captive
illuminate outside of time
drifting thru the sounds in harmony
slip into each inner note
joining unison display
floating upward in reply
to questions asked in empathy
sharing in the inner flight
finding answers in the air
feeling textures inner sights
to bring into the outer sphere
bridging near with faraway
holding dreams from dark to light
folding night into the day
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9. |
A Feather in Heather
07:52
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A Feather in Heather
©2005 Ken Clinger
a feather in heather
marks a location
a flower, an hour
admiration
director, deflector
honeymoon sweetness
forgetful, regretful
incompleteness
singing cyrillic alphabet
without a safety net, later
an inquest, a bird’s nest
freudian friendship
the cow poke who misspoke
covert air strip
athletics, cosmetics
cell phone addiction
club soda, pagoda
silk prediction
tracing elastic silhouettes
paying off rush hour debts
high above the clouds
saucers hover waiting, waiting
in a little while, the
continents will all align
in a hidden cave, molecules are congregating
with a magic word
all will know their microscopic minds
a canteen, a smokescreen
overachiever
defying, denying
map believer
no smoking, invoking
innermost sweet talk
eavesdropping, heart stopping
brimstone sleepwalk
meeting the bird of paradise
trying to break the ice, meanwhile
audition omission
causing a backlash
a bee sting in Beijing
heartthrob news flash
aunt elsie, in chelsea
lured by her sweet tooth
red herring, gift bearing
bag in phone booth
channeling astral butterflies
learning their alibis
have you felt the motion
waiting behind every thought
have you noticed intuition
guiding there with
out an explanation
ancient memories long forgot
ten waiting in the moment
space and time are gone
the feather, in heather
longs to be windblown
the flower in power
not quite homegrown
disaster newscaster
wining & dining
sob sister, arm twister
intertwining
chanting the hindu alphabet
wakens the statuette, meanwhile
the bird’s nest, post inquest
jet set location
the cowpoke, now housebroke
dislocation
fruit salad, invalid
gourmet diversion
insurgent detergent
fresh scent Persian
sighting the ending lyric line
getting out just in time.
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10. |
Sunbeams
05:14
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