Song Studies of Learning

Lyrics

0629 Song Study of Learning
Hope - beyond apparent parting.

Not to give them chains
Nor to give them wings
But to help them find
For themselves these things.



0701 Song Study of Learning
Unregulated. Shock. Voltage.
Alternating. Switching.
Current.

The problem persists.

Circuit. Transformer. Direct.
Power. Resistance.
Power. Resistance.

A solution exists.
Spark. Ground. Ohm.



0703 Song Study of Learning
In times of reflection
How lucky are we
to play our songs honestly?

Without seeking perfection
How lucky are we
to sing out of key?

And in observation
How lucky are we
That it is you who I see?

We map constellations
How lucky we are
To Lie in the field and stare at the stars.

How lucky we are.



0707 Sound Sketch of Remembering
I won't forget the last time
You let go of my hand
November's falling leaves
Looking for a place to land.

You made promises you couldn't keep.
For now, I just to sleep.
Your lies are what got us here
Seems like we do this every few years.

Sure, we argue -
It's OK to disagree.
But meeting that with anger
Brings me to my knees.

You lit a fire I believed in.
It burned deep in me.
And I'd give my tomorrows
Just to see you be free...
Don't let go.
Don't fade from me!

Don't fade from me!
Just stand with me!
Don't fade from me!



0709 Sound Sketch of Remembering
In the forest of your mental fields, the wind howls through the trees. It beckons to enter an area full of dark and with no path. The ground is wet and it sucks at your feet, but the wind bellows your name.

You walk through buildings torn to pieces. Everything is empty and gone - it's crumbled at your feet. Looking back to the edge of the forest reveals it shrouded in a white blinding light. The wind calls you into the dead city.

You continue on. You see the shattered bricks and know you laid them yourself. You lived in each of these destroyed structures. You venture forth now determined to confront the arbiter. Each step echoes off the cragged towers, and you hear your name again. The wind still calls you.

After an eternity of walking through a barren wasteland - the howls subside and you are left alone in front of a well. You toss in your only coin.



0711 Sound Sketch of Remembering
Why do we map
Every inch of the world
And think that we can own it?

Why do we measure
Something that breathes
And think that we can know it?

Why do we collect
Every data point
And think that we can feel it?

Why do we split
The whole into parts
And think that we can halve it?

Why do we organize
Something in detail
And think that we can trap it?

Why do we review
Each other's performance
And think that we can tap it?

Why do we guess
What might happen next
And think that we can live it?

Why do we hunt
A word we've said a million times
And think that we can give it?