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2 Songs of Light & Darkness

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Included in this zip-file are two original songs.
“Garden Of The Forking Paths” - a poetic lyric, including a spoken word portion - intended for a J.Lang collaboration…
and
“Joachim”
a lyric written for Per Tegelström’s beautiful musical backing - a song about the mysterious figure of St. John The Baptist. Also uploaded here is the original mix by Per (Timberman) as an mp3.

Lyrics:

Joachim

In your wandering you may cry
May lift your eyes to skies and sigh
And when your thirst has reached its high
Without water you may die….

It’s then clouds part
And rays of sunshine rise….
Change the water into wine
Change the water into wine

When your body’s scorched and burnt
And madness wreathes your knitted brow
On locust’s and on honey dine
Come hear the music – oh divine.

Your index finger poised in air
As Wisdom’s words stir about your hair
The baptism of fire and flame
Transformed into a gentle rain

Its then clouds part
And rays of sunshine rise….
Change the water into wine
Change the water into wine

When mystery has washed you clean
And everything you are is seen
Know then that you too are like they
On golden wings who fly away….

Change the water into wine
Change the water into wine…..

#2: Garden of the Forking Paths

There’s a dark side to each story
And a side of the light
There’s a path that leads to glory
And a road of strife

(dark light
Day night
Day night
Dark light)

Gather love in shinning moments
Lay your tears out stone cold
Time is short so seize the moment
this is what we’re told…

such clichés may leaves us dangling
on the edge of platitudes
coloring this or that decision
swinging from our moods

each and every person living
has a height and depth
saint and sinner both encompass
our first and last breath

Spoken part:
(I unfolded from sleep as if I were a flower…
Mysteriously opening to its day.
I smelled the freshly laundered sheets and
Saw in dim shafts of light tiny motes of dust,
Encircling miniature galaxies.
I sensed you, though we did not embrace, or even touch.
I heard the rhythm of your breathing riding a distant morning train whistle…
And knew that I had arrived
As each living man must
To every morning of the world.)

each and every person living
has a height and depth
saint and sinner both encompass
our first and last breath