Σεληνεκστατικές σφαίρες, εσώτερα μονοπάτια

Μουσική όπως αυτή μιλά κατευθείαν στο υποσυνείδητό μου, απομακρύνοντας φίλτρα, κριτές, είναι σαν να βρίσκομαι σε ενός είδους αργό trance. Απορροφώντας από τα κομμάτια του εαυτού που συνηθίζουμε να κρύβουμε. Μα.. είναι και αυτά 'εμείς'. ˘◡˘

Σαν ένα νωχελικό Κυριακάτικο απόγευμα, κάθομαι ακίνητος κοιτάζοντας στο κενό, μη ενδίδωντας στον εξωτερικό θόρυβο, κάθομαι ήσυχος να απορροφήσω και μόνο να απορροφήσω, αφήνω απλώς τις νότες να ταξιδέψουν το πνεύμα μου σε Σεληνεκστατικές σφαίρες. Και ω, το πνεύμα φαίνεται πιο ανάλαφρο τώρα ~
(_χμ.. εκπληκτικοί είναι οι τρόποι που το πνεύμα επιλέγει να ξετυλίξει τις εσώτερες ουσίες. Ένα ταπεινό νεύμα στον εαυτό μου: {{Σε Αγαπάω!}}_)

Joe Byrd & The Field Hippies - The American Metaphysical Circus (1969)

Track listing

The Sub-Sylvian Litanies

"Kalyani" – 3:52
"You Can't Ever Come Down" – 3:02
"Moonsong: Pelog" – 3:47
American Bedmusic - Four Dreams For A Departing President

"Patriot's Lullabye" – 2:49
"Nightmare Train" – 3:20
"Invisible Man" – 3:33
"Mister 4th of July" – 1:48
Gospel Music For Abraham Ruddell Byrd III

"Gospel Music" – 4:29
The Southwestern Geriatrics Arts and Crafts Festival

"The Sing-Along Song" – 4:05
"The Elephant at the Door" – 5:13
"Leisure World" – 2:36
"The Sing-Along Song (Reprise)" – 0:48

Following are the Lyrics of all the songs in the album.

3:52 - You Can't Ever Come Down

WAITING TO DIE
Waiting to die for the seventeenth time
Etched on a mirror in the back of your mind.
Trapped on a mountain nobody can climb,
You can't ever come down.

Try to remember the shape of your name.
Where did you go when they started the game?
How did the sand get inside of your brain?
You can't ever come down.

All of the doors lead you further inside.
Yesterday's shadows wash up with the tide.
Thousands of eyes but there's no place to hide.
You can't ever come down.

6:54 - Moonsong: Pelog

Come down, baby,
Come down easy
Onto your lady's satin pillow.

Come fly, angel,
Come fly gentle
Over your lady's heathered meadow.

Come in, lover,
Come in, softly,
Into your lady's warm and louvered chamber.

Come fly with me.
Come fly with me.
Come die with me.

Come die with me x 3

10:40 - Patriot's Lullabye

Into silence, soft as time,
Drifting out for years,
Summers distant as the moon
Send their winds to calm your fears.
Purple mountain majesties,
Amber waves of grain,
Quiet folk of quiet land,
Sad but patient, free but tame.
And the eyes of the graves are weeping
For the wise and the brave are sleeping still.
None who speak of discontent,
None who curse of war.
Poets praising elder days,
Chant the rimes of ancient lore.
Beautiful for patriot's dream,
Honor and obey.
White and free, assemble all,
Each to worship in his way.
Hush now, for slumber waits you.
Warm breezes insulate you.
Sweet summer wines create your dreams.

13:30 - Nightmare Train

Nightmare train gone to take you down
Where the hunger turns to hate you.
You feel the pain and you hear the sound
Of the grinding at the gate.
Now you ring for the conductor
But you find that he is gone.
And the smell of blood is in the air,
The curtains have been drawn.
But you're not insane,
You're in niggertown
And the National Guard has come too late.
You gonna die, boy,
Screamin' in the bedroom of your brain.
It's gonna be slow, boy
Waitin' while a thousand flies
Desecrate your alibis
And leave you in the dead room as your lies begin to drain.
Nightmare daddy gonna take your hand,
Take you down to the jungle zoo.
The air is foul and you understand
Why the pleasures are but few.
Now the natives cluster 'round you
As they gather for the game.
You can see it in their faces,
They are awfully glad you came.
Then you understand
You're in yellowgook land
And the little brown buddies know your name.
You gonna die, boy,
Screamin' in the bedroom of your brain.
It's gonna be slow, boy
Waitin' while a thousand flies
Desecrate your alibis
And leave you in the dead room as your lies begin to drain.

16:51 - Invisible Man

You walk the streets of the city
To watch the setting sun,
Passing only common folk
And recognized by none.
The lips that spoke the orders,
The voice that once sowed fear,
Calls to strangers passing by
But no one waits to hear.
Mm-mm, invisible man,
Ain't it hard to understand?
You know it's a shame and a terrible pity.
They've forgotten your name in Johnson City
And left you in the Texas of your mind.
Of those among the mighty
Who fluttered 'round your flame,
No one trembles at your wrath,
No one calls your name.
And standing in the shadows,
You watch, as one by one,
Dreams of immortality
Vanish with the sun.
Mm-mm, invisible man,
Ain't it hard to understand?
You know it's a shame and a terrible pity.
They've forgotten your name in Johnson City
And left you in the Texas of your mind.

20:24 - Mister 4th of July

( unclear/couldn't find online )

26:51 - The Sing-Along Song

The Sing-Along Song is not too long,
a song that all the old folks like to hum along
a cheerful there to chase their cares away.
A silly old thing, that easy to sing,
but you can just imagine all the happiness it brings,
for those who best remember yesterday.
So if you agree it's easy to see,
how ?? citizens are happy as can be,
exact and when the man begins to play

The Sing-Along Song is not too long,
a song that all the old folks like to hum along
a cheerful there to chase their cares away.
A silly old thing, that easy to sing..

30:45 - The Elephant at the Door

He's forgotten all the changes
But he still can sing along
The porpoise close behind you
keeps the time.
And there's something sucking
at the corners of your brain,
But the operator won't
give back your dime.
Your private ghosts surround your bed
to whisper in the night
And drain the marrow from your bones
The spirit from your eyes
And sleep will come in different colors
clearer than you've ever seen before.

In the dying sun
All your files have turned to ashes
As your last illusion passes on
Bitter is the wine
Fear in summer, fear in winter
Tears to turn the waters into brine
Through deserted shrines
to the vineyard path you wander
And your grapes have rotten on the vine
Muffled are the drums,
Trophies tarnished
Laurels shabby
What you hate is
what you have become.

While seventeen realities
add flavor to your food
You're embarrassed 'cause
You can't recall their names.
No one stops to give instruction,
To tell you when and where and who,
And you can't remember
how to play the game.
The things that sit and wait for you
To stumble in the dark,
Will take the cobwebs from your eyes
And plant them in your heart
And sleep will come in different colors
clearer than you've ever seen before.
Joseph (Joe) Byrd & The Field Hippies - The American Metaphysical Circus, lyrics