Lyrics

Eiderdown (released May 1, 2020)

"Eiderdown"

’Twas years ago on Schoodic Point 
I felt your soul pass through me. 
Mysterious as morning mist 
And soft as Eiderdown. 

You gave your love to a sailor fair 
Who pledged in spring to marry 
He said your voice was like the wind 
And soft as Eiderdown. 

Eiderdown…Eiderdown 

But he was swallowed by the sea 
When autumn gales turned stormy. 
Fate left you weeping on the rocks 
Your darkness filled with mourning. 

You spent your sorrow on that shore 
Staring in the waters 
Singing to the wind-whipped waves 
Your voice like Eiderdown. 

Eiderdown…Eiderdown 

Eiderdown…Eiderdown 

When you breathed your last, your ashes cast 
To join your sailor fair 
Glitt’ring in the ocean breeze 
As soft as Eiderdown. 

Eiderdown…Eiderdown 

Still, you’ll hear it told on Schoodic Point 
How the waves and winds still hold. 
A voice that drifts like morning mist 
And soft as… Eiderdown.

"Désirée"

Désirée,
Mind her green eyes
That tell sweet lies behind paper fans.
Désirée,
She will haunt you,
And she’ll taunt you tracing secrets in the sand.

Carried in flight on the wings of the night she is soaring
Come the morning, she’ll be gone.
Lover in part, she'll deny you her heart and deceive you,
And she’ll leave you with the dawn.

Désirée,
Will caress you,
And she’ll dress you in a dream.
Désirée,
Silk and satin,
All adorned in the finest filigree. 

Carried in flight on the wings of the night she is soaring 
Come the morning, she’ll be gone. 
Lover in part, she'll deny you her heart and deceive you, 
And she’ll leave you with the dawn.

Coaxing you close to edge of your cautious existence.
Tempting and teasing, you contemplate seizing the flame.
Cursing the weight of your fortified mortal existence,
Her persistence calls your name. 

Désirée,
Mind her green eyes
That tell sweet lies behind paper fans.
Désirée,
She will haunt you,
And she’ll taunt you tracing secrets in the sand.

Désirée … Désirée … Désirée

"The Ballad of Joseph Martin"

My name is Joseph Martin. I hail from Prospect, Maine.
I was raised down in Connecticut, where I learned the farmer’s trade.
My father was a preacher man, but I took up my gun,
In the War for Independence ’till that bloody fight was done.
Ooooo, the bloody war was won. 

I left to fight the Redcoats when I was just fifteen.
I saw what eyes should never view in battle and in siege.
From Morristown to Mifflin, White Plains to Valley Forge,
Saw traitors hanged and heroes die, as they went to meet their Lord.
Oooo, they went to meet their Lord. 

Chorus: We salute our citizen soldiers; raise your glasses high.
They left their homes and families, looked the devil in the eye.
We salute our citizen soldiers; we’ll drink a toast to thee,
Who suffered for our freedoms, preserved for you and me.

When surrender came at Yorktown, our victory bittersweet,
I settled down near Sandy Point and raised a family.
I served as Justice of the Peace, and farmed the land I owned,
And recalled my veteran brothers and the debts that they were owed.
Oooo, the debts that they were owed. 

Chorus 

Soaked to the bone, froze near to death, and marched for 30 miles, 

My belly ached from hunger, longed for a lover’s smile.
We struggled through those dangerous days, the times that tried men's souls,
And stood our ground with hearts on fire, as the cannon thunder rolled. The cannon thunder rolled...

And so, my friends, through much fatigue and many dangers past,
I lived to say this war-worn soldier’s braved his way at last.
Don’t take freedom for granted. Don’t forget the price we paid,
And remember me a patriot when you look upon my grave. 

Chorus x2
Suffered for our freedoms, preserved for you and me.

"Just for You"

Back when you were three years old,
And you believed what (all) you were told,
I’d offer up my very soul
Just to shelter you.
Now that you have grown up and
You strive to reach and understand
The lessons learned that I began,
And I shared with you.

And I don’t have much to give
But my heart to you,
And I don’t have much to share
But my hopes for you,
Just for you.

Round the seasons many times,
We’ve said goodbye to nursey rhymes.
The world is offering up designs
All to capture you.
Throwing caution to the wind,
You’re leaving now to dance and spin.
Just promise you’ll remember when
I promised you. 

And I don’t have much to give 
But my heart to you, 
And I don’t have much to share 
But my hopes for you, 
Just for you.

Memories grayed
Childhood days,
But love can show
What the heart only knows 

Sometimes very late at night
I hold my breath and think I might
Hear those words that I’d recite
When I’d sing to you.
I wish you children of your own
You’ll love when they are small and grown
Just tell them what I’ve said and shown,
Darling, just for you 

And I don’t have much to give 
But my heart to you, 
And I don’t have much to share 
But my hopes for you, 
Just for you.

And I don’t have much to give 
But my heart to you, 
And I don’t have much to share 
But my hopes for you, 
Just for you.

"Satellites"

Longing for the morning light,
Devoured by the darkness I’m
Fighting fears I can’t outrun.
Like branches in the winter wind,
We quiver in these frozen skins
Just waiting for the sun.
We’re all waiting for the sun. 

Hypnotized and compromised,
We sterilize and fantasize
Something that we’re not.
Twisted voices rule the day,
Slay the hunter not the prey
And bind our soul in knots.
Yes, they bind our soul in knots. 

Searching for the satellites of reason
To justify this treason of the heart.
Reaching for the changing of the seasons
To melt the walls that keep us apart
To melt the walls that keep us apart. 

Our paths diverge and intertwine
Like lovers’ fingers laced with lies
In shades of indigo.
Jagged, jaded broken dreams
Dance and dart just out of reach
Like footprints in the snow.
Fading footprints we don’t know. 

Searching for the satellites of reason 
To justify this treason of the heart. 
Reaching for the changing of the seasons 
To melt the walls that keep us apart 
To melt the walls that keep us apart.

We collide in prisons self-proclaimed,
Entwined in the media parade.
This mirage of pleasure that we crave,
It blocks the sun and makes us run
And yearn life refugees for better days. 

Searching for the satellites of reason 
To justify this treason of the heart. 
Reaching for the changing of the seasons 
To melt the walls that keep us apart 
To melt the walls that keep us apart.

Searching for the satellites of reason 
To justify this treason of the heart. 
Reaching for the changing of the seasons 
To melt the walls that keep us apart 
To melt the walls that keep us apart.

Like branches in the winter wind, 
We quiver in these frozen skins
Just waiting for the sun.
We’re all waiting for the sun. Waiting…waiting…

"Piety of Thieves"

You disregard what you hear Sunday mornings.
You purify your conscience in the yearning tears of God.
You use your tithes to amortize salvation,
Equating wealth and power with the keeper of the keys.
And I cannot believe in the piety of thieves.
You crown yourselves as chosen but never give your heart.

When will we learn redemption’s not a steeple filled with gold.
Heaven’s found in the way we love and touch each other’s souls, Touch each other’s souls. 

Eclipsed by the addiction of possessions,
You waste your hours in worry, the way you will be seen.
And there’s nothing on your plate to feed your soul,
Satiate your spirit, or slake the thirst of greed,
Yet you try to fill the void with your silver Judas coins.
You pledge your heart in worship and then forget his name.

When will we learn redemption’s not a steeple filled with gold.
Heaven’s found in the way we love and touch each other’s souls, Touch each other’s souls. 

The rain upon the road reflects the darkness in your soul,
And you fancy you’re the founder of the feast.
The measure of a man is not the treasures in his hand.
The gauge lies in the love that is released. 

So may you rise like mist upon the sea,
Hov’ring o’er the waves and whitecaps of your mind.
May morning bring the light that leads to love.
Chart a course for freedom, set your sails for home.
And may you not believe in the piety of thieves,
And may you know the wonder and the riches of your soul. 

And then will we learn redemption’s not a steeple filled with gold.
Heaven’s found in the way we love and touch each other’s souls, Touch each other’s souls.

"Four Angels (Flowers are Better than Bullets)"

I was a soldier, just nineteen.
I can’t erase what I have seen.
Years of guilt, it haunts me still
What we did on Blanket Hill. 

Jeffrey, Alison, Sandra, Bill,
Among the college crowd they milled
After noon the 4th of May.
Those four would not return that day. 

Their faces all looked just like me,
Young and angry, wild, and free.
Call it fate or what you will,
Confusion reigned on Blanket Hill. 

Chorus: "Flowers are better than bullets,"
Someone heard her say.
"Flowers are better than bullets."
They won’t steal your life away,

Some armed with rocks and angry words
Came to protest. War’s absurd.
Some off to class, just passing by
Under beautiful, spacious skies. 

I saw four angels fly that day
Amid the tear gas, and the fray.
Soldiers, rifles, anarchy,
Thirteen seconds to eternity. 

Chorus 

The flash gunfire,
Four lives expire.
The photos freeze
A young girl’s scream 

Two hundred years between the two,
Boston’s State House - Kent State U.
Massacre or defensive strike,
Labels won’t bring back their lives. 

I was a soldier, just nineteen.
I can’t erase what I have seen.
Years of guilt, it haunts me still
What we did up there on Blanket Hill. 

Chorus x2 

Jeffrey, Alison, Sandra, Bill,
Became four angels on that hill.

"Dreams"

Day is finished. Time to rest.
Lay your head on my chest.
Close your eyes. Be worriless
In dreams. 

While you sleep, I will be here
Holding close, don’t you fear.
Darling, I won’t disappear
In dreams. 

You will hear me when the owl calls,
Whispering in snowfalls.
I’ll love you ’til the stars fall.
I will be the moon-kissed breeze,
Softly fanning ’cross your cheek. 

Day is finished. Time to rest.
Lay your head on my chest.
Close your eyes. Be worriless
In dreams.
Day is finished. Time to rest
In dreams.

"The Ghost of Hugh Thompson"

I’m tired of the politics.
I’m tired of the game.
We dance around the issues.
All the newscasts sound the same.
We’re divided in this country.
We are flirting with the flame.
We talk the talk of brotherhood,
But we walk the walk of shame. 

And I feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today.
Feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today. 

I’m not scared of the devil.
I’m not afraid to die.
I don’t fear Jesus’ judgement
Or the bombers in the sky,
But there’s one thing brings me to my knees,
One thing that makes me cry,
When our land sees people suffering
And turns a blind eye. 

And I feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today.
Feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today. 

Come down from your tower.
Use your privileged eyes to see.
Your narcissistic poison
Is an open wound that bleeds.
I beseech you, so-called leaders,
Please listen to me.
The wolves you choose to feed today
Will soon devour thee.
The wolves you choose to feed today
Will soon devour thee. 

And I feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today,
Feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today,
Feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today,
Feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson,
Hugh Thompson, Hugh Thompson.

"Longing"

Faith finds her way across town in her car,
Forgetting where she needs to go.
Her late husband surely would point out the way,
Now she can’t recall how to get home. 

Charity married the man that she loves,
Hand in hand 53 years.
Lost and confused, he’s forgotten their life.
And she struggles to fight back the tears. 

Chorus: Somewhere deep in the well of their minds,
Cloistered and covered from view,
Their wishes are tossed between promise and prayer,
Longing for lives they once knew,
Longing for lives they once knew. 

Hope hides huddled inside of her head.
Her visits are always the same.
The parents she prized are pleased when she comes
But never remember her name. 

Patience protects his wife in her room.
From her panic and false fears within.
He comforts and placates, and tells her, “It’s fine,”
And tomorrow, he’ll do it again. 

Chorus 

They never saw it coming.
It crept like a thief in the night.
Cut loose and adrift in their senses
No anchor, no homeland in sight. 

Chorus x2 

Love sits conversing with her only child
Of family memories gone by.
She squeezes his hand and watches the door
And waits for her son to arrive,
Waits for her son to arrive.

"Truth (I Will Rise)"

I’ve only five letters that make up my name.
My siblings are Justice and Freedom. They say
Lately I’m caught in a dangerous game.
My story is one you may know. 

I’ve lived in this land over four hundred years,
Defended by Patriots’ blood, sweat, and tears.
Your soldiers have sacrificed lives and careers.
For me, they’re six feet below. 

I dwell in your hearts that beat in your chests.
I tug at your conscience ‘til I am expressed.
Some try to kill me or twist me at best,
But they can’t bury my light. 

For I still burn. Yes, I still burn. 

Raise your voices up into the air.
I won’t be silenced. I will be heard.
Raise your voices, stand up with pride.
I will rise. 

In the gathering darkness when I seem weak,
My strength can be found in the words that you speak.
Speak me to power and others you seek,
For I will not be denied. 

Never underestimate the power of one.
One spark can ignite a million suns.
Like moths to a flame, your people will run.
My brilliance will soon fill your skies. 

For I still burn. Yes, I still burn. 

Raise your voices up into the air.
I won’t be silenced. I will be heard.
Raise your voices, stand up with pride.
I will rise. I will rise. 

Justice is blind, but lately it’s odd.
That sometimes she rules with a wink and a nod.
Freedom is fickle and fragile today
When money and politics get in the way - get in the way. 

But I still burn, and I’ll burn bright. 

Raise your voices up into the air.
I won’t be silenced. I will be heard.
Raise your voices, stand up with pride.
I will rise. 

Raise your voices up into the air.
I won’t be silenced. I will be heard.
Raise your voices, stand up with pride.
I will rise. I will rise.
I will rise.

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