Lyrics
Sweet Darkness
When your eyes are tired the world is tired too
Your vision's gone no one can find you
It's time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes to recognize it's own
There you can be sure you're not beyond love
The night will be your womb tonight, you can feel it
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see
The night will give you a horizon
Sometimes it takes darkness to learn
The sweetness of aloneness to learn
Anything or anyone that doesn't bring you alive
is too small for you. Too small for you.
You must learn one thing
The world was made to be free in
So give up all the other worlds
Except the one in which you belong
Give up all the other worlds
When your eyes are tired the world is tired too
Your vision's gone no one can find you
It's time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes to recognize it's own
Sometimes it takes darkness to learn
The sweetness of aloneness to learn
Anything or anyone that doesn't bring you alive
is too small for you. Too small for you.
You can feel the freedom if you learn one thing.
Musicians
Andrew Greenberg: Guitar, vocals, harmonica
Pele Greenberg: Drums, percussion
Max Schwartz: Bass
Alexis Angulo: Vocals
Adam Savetsky: Vocals
Gareth Walters: Spoken word
David Mathews: Organ
David Whyte wrote, "Sweet Darkness" in 1997. From, The House of Belonging.
Andrew Greenberg and Steve Savage
co-produced
The Angel
I had a dream, what could it mean
That I was born a maiden queen
guarded by an angel mild
witless woe was n'er beguiled.
And I wept both night and day
and he wiped my tears away
I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight.
Do do do do...
He took his wings and off he fled
in the morning blushed rosy red
I dried my tears and armed my fears
with 10,000 shields and spears.
Do do do do...
So soon my angel came again
but I was armed, he came in vein
For the time of youth had come and fled
and only grey hairs were on my head.
Do do do do...
Musicians
Andrew Greenberg: Acoustic/elec guitar, vocals
Pele Greenberg: Drums, percussion, vocals
Max Schwartz: Bass
Kalil Greenberg: Acoustic guitar
Alex Hargreaves: Violin
Do do do's: practically everybody
"The Angel" was written by William Blake in 1794.
Andrew Greenberg and Steve Savage
co-produced
Where the Heart Is
i need me a house like that
a small mansion i could see through
all sides / with one door only
i can enter / and let my mind
be that / a small castle i could
lock myself in when the world's
too big ferocious and static and fulla
things that i can't understand
but my mind is packed with trucks
of memories, closets full of fears /
stairways that lead me to scars
that i hate in myself / i need me a
house like that one / a bungalow
by the sea, "where the heart is"
where i can love myself in empty
space / and maybe fill it with kisses.
fill it with kisses
fill it with kisses
fill it with kisses
a small castle i could
lock myself in when the world's
too big ferocious and static and fulla
things that i can't understand
but my mind is packed with trucks
of memories, closets full of fears
stairways that lead me to scars
that I hate in myself / i need me a
house like that one / a bungalow
by the sea, "where the heart is"
where i can love myself in empty
space / and maybe fill it with kisses.
Musicians
Andrew Greenberg: Acoustic guitar, vocals
Pele Greenberg: Drums, percussion
Max Schwartz: Bass
Alexis Angulo: Vocals, piano
David Mathews: Organ
Bill Ortiz: Flugelhorn
Andrew Greenberg and Steve Savage
co-produced
Last Night As I Was Sleeping
Last night as I was sleeping I dreamt — Marvelous Error! —that a spring was breaking out somewhere in my heart. I said, along which secret aquaduct, oh water, are you coming to me, water of new life.
Last night as I was sleeping I dreamt — Marvelous Error! — that a beehive was here in my heart. And the bees were making sweet honey from my old failures.
Last night as I slept I dreamt
It was God here in my heart
Last night as I was sleeping I dreamt —Marvelous Error! — that a fiery sun was here in my heart. It was fiery 'cause I felt the warmth from the hearth and the sun cause it gave light and brought tears to my eyes.
Last night as I slept I dreamt
It was God here in my heart
Take my kiss on your brow
And in parting from you now let me avow.
You're not wrong who deem that my days and ways are a dream.
But if hope has flown away
In a night or in a day
in a vision or in none is it really gone?
all that we see or seem is a dream within a dream
I stand by the roar of a surf battered shore
holding golden grains of sand in my hand
So few how they creep through my fingers to the deep
while I scream, "I weep".
Oh God, can I grasp them with a tighter clasp?
Can I not save one from the pitiless wave?
Is all the we see or seem just simply a dream within a dream?
Musicians
Andrew Greenberg: Acoustic Guitar, vocals
Pele Greenberg: Drums, percussion
Max Schwartz: Bass
Alexis Angulo: Vocals
Stef Birnbaum: Electric guitar
feat: Chris Burger: Spoken word
This poem is by Antonio Machado (who lived 1879-1938)
"Dream Within a Dream" ("Take my kiss on your brow..." was written by Edgar Allan Poe on March 31st in 1849
Andrew Greenberg and Steve Savage
co-produced
Faces
Have I said it before that I'm learning to see
Yes, I'm beginning but it's still going badly
True, true that I never knew how many faces we wear me and you
Each person has several and some wear the same
but others change faces as fast as the rain.
They wear out, get dirty and split at the seams
stretching like gloves from a Hollywood scene.
What do they do with the ones they don't use
Their children will wear them if they don't refuse.
Sometimes it happens their dogs will abide
A face is a face on the in or out side.
Some people change their faces so fast
put them on but you know they don't last
Cycle through til they wear them out
thinking the next one is never in doubt
put on another an unlimited supply
til they come to the last one, then they're surprised.
They don't really care for the ones they have
the last one wore through in a week and a half
with holes at the corner and parts paper thin
the lining is showing without and within.
But the women, the women fell into her hands
their on the corner of Rue Notre Dame
I walked up quiet as soon as I saw
While the homeless are thinking you should not disturb
perhaps their idea will still occur.
The road was too empty under my feet
pulling my footsteps all over the street
The women sat up quickly as if on demand
leaving her face in the palms of her hands
fearful of looking without any traces
I shuttered to see...she was faceless.
Musicians
Andrew Greenberg: Acoustic guitar, organ, vocals
Pele Greenberg: Drums, percussion
Max Schwartz: Bass
David Mathews: Organ, piano
George Brooks: Alto sax
Nilan Chauduri: Tabla
Adapted from a piece by Rainer Marie Rilke titled
"Faces" from The Notebooks of Malte Laurids
Brigge, published in 1910.
Andrew Greenberg and Steve Savage
co-produced
Real Name
I am the wind on the sea
I am the wave of the deep
I am the hawk high on the hill
I'm a tear of the sun
Tear of the sun
Tear of the sun
I am the greenest of plants
I'm the wild boar
I am the salmon swimming up stream
I'm the fire in your head
I'm the fire in your head
I'm the fire in your head
Call me by my real name
Call me by my real name
I am the victim of crime
And I'm the rapist too
I am the new born always in need
Im a hand on the heart
Call me by my real name
Call me by my real name
Call me by my real name
Call me by my real name
Musicians
Andrew Greenberg: Acoustic guitar, vocals
Pele Greenberg: Drums, percussion, stomps, vocals
Max Schwartz: Bass
Alex Hargreaves: Violin
David Mathews: Organ
Gaili Schoen: Piano, accordion
Hanz Araki: Penny Whistle
Real Name is a mash-up of two poems: Amergin Glúingel, considered the first Irish poet, has been called 'Bard', 'Druid' — his poems are part of the Milesian mythology. The other poet is Thich Nhat Hanh, the Vientamese monk who was nominated for a Nobel Peace prize by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Andrew Greenberg and Steve Savage
co-produced