Winter Shaker

The circle is vicious of
Thoughts altogether vain
Haunted by battles lost
Still living on Idian land
I clap my dirty hands
Given over to self and left
To own devices
A quaking in the person

All his glory
All his glory

Deep devotion
At the bottom of the sea
Iniquity goes down like water
I have been staff struck
By a finger in the sand

All his glory
All his glory

This circle is vicious
Spoken behind the hand
It is the storm
That brought me in

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Music-lyrics. DEE
Drums. Ordy Garrison



Swedish Purse

Falling from her braided hair
New morning on the stereo
Close together on the page
We live it down

She has made place for me
And life for those our children
Sewn into her swedish purse
I think upon these things

Chosen by candlelight
As great trees have fallen
Quietly and to herself
This is my language

Again I am away at sea
Looked upon with sharp eyes
Father how far am I
It seems forever as the crow flies

Again I am away at sea
Tossed about under a mean sky
Lord how far am I
How far am I

Music-lyrics: DEE.
Based on medieval melody



Twig

Eternal creator

Eternal creator of the world
Who rules the day
Who rules the night
Who give the hours their time
The herald of day

Watchman of the deepest night
Call forth a nocturnal light
Dividing night from night
In him the morning star arises

Break the darkness of the sky
In him the host of wanderers
Leave the way of the wicked lie
Look upon the fallen my lord
Set straight with your glance
Scatter sleep from our minds
Entranced

Lyric selections from
Eternal Creator Of The World
written by St. Ambrose - 340-397 AD

Music: DEE


Whistling Girl

A whistling girl
Among his flock of sheep
Lay breathing backward rest assured
Of Elijah and gods birds

It will fall to us
It will fall to us

Inside the home the folk pine grow
Where hearts are fire sparks are thrown
Is all that glitters
This terrible weakness

It falls to us
It falls to us
From his holy hill
By his perfect will

Through the open eyes
Soul tonight
His yolk is easy and his burden light
Kiss the sun lest he be angry
And you perish in the way

The rivers of the sky are dry
A roll up like a scroll
Down below
We tend to the forgetting
Forgetting what we know
The sun slips from your shoulder
As you enter in the wood
Without thought of thorns
Without thought of thorns

Music-lyrics: DEE
Drums: Ordy Garrison
Piano: Daniel MacMahon



Elktooth

A double minded man
A double minded man
A double minded man
In all his ways unstable
Double minded man
Double minded man

He is a tooth tapper
Dressed in cold
As told to the gauls of old
Arranging his word
An a controlled burn
There is an older foe in the field
Double minded man
Roll off the tounge and drum

Double minded man
The call is blown uncertain
Shadows long as he crawls home
The double minded man
Roll off the tounge and drum

Double minded man
Double minded man
Unstable in all his ways

Mmusic-lyrics: DEE
Drums: Ordy Garrison



Dirty Blue

This fear is only the beginning
All for the loving hand
Yes I smile and I agree
It is a good night to shiver
A good tounge might make it right
All Ive said above a whisper

There is a sorrow to be desired
To be sorrows desire

What they say is true
It is a dirty blue
This color around you
Your curled up warm
In your own little corner of Sodom
Did you agree to believe
This fall has no bottom

There is a sorrow to be desired
To be sorrows desire

All we move by the book of numbers
Im held together by string
Ii hear not the voices of others
The bells of Leuven ring
Fear not the faces of brothers
Ive come apart it seems

I see not the faces are covered
Im in your amber ring
Your amber ring

Music-lyrics. DEE
Drums: Ordy Garrison
Strings: Elin Palmer



Slota Prow

It reads lame now written down
It is frail now that it makes its sound
Of the past i have been living
As to cast myself aside
As is the custom
As is the custom
The shine of crime
Left lying around
Each one I will see again
Each one

Prashnom moldich svetoven
Vashene osh miashte
Endevik saferen seduc
Bullvenya oshkye
Bullvenya oshkye
Moldich fudjok eveshek prashene
Tovet dotchen oshkye
Vana ratache oshvende
Vana ratache oshvende
Dok bledsin dok slota prow
Dok bledsin dok slota prow
Prashnom
Prashnom moldich svetoven
Vashene osh miashte
Prashnom

Music-lyrics. DEE
Strings: Elin Palmer



Full Armour

In the helmet of his salvation
With his belt of truth
The chestplate of his rightiousness
And his gospel boots

In full armour
In full armour

By the sword of his spirit
And the shield of faith
Not of hands
Not of man
A holy work of grace

In full armour
He turns my cheek
In full armour
Contrite and meek
In full armour through the halls
Full armour
Full armour

Music-lyrics. DEE
Drums. Ordy Garrison



Truly Golden

I wait for her to speak for me
The rule is truly golden
I am spoken for

A drifting day on my own
he does chastize these bones
He gives a womans touch
A drifting day alone
He does chastize his own
He gives a womans touch

We are all pleased to dwell
With me
With me
Out of their goodness
And over my head
A burning coal of kindness
Over my head
Over my head

I spin with the world
But it is no help to me
I sleep in this chair like a stone
A yellow flower has grown
He does chastize his own love
He gives a womans touch

To spin with the world
It is no help to me
I walk the creeking floors of this home
Where a yellow flower has grown
He does chastize his own love
He gives a womans touch

Song by Peter van Laerhaven
Lyrics-bass-accoustic guitar. DEE
Drums. Ordy Garrison



Deerskin Doll

You are a fine noise
I must take care for you
My heart my head to the ground
To speak of such things
As the sound of your wings
I have not the breath
In my brides eye
And by her side
And by her side

You are the noise
The elktooth chain
Lovely in the rivers mirror
You stand in my circle
The circle of my center here

It will take some time
To get to this point
Remember you are spinning
Around the room
I dare not rest
My hands on my chest
Vashene osh miashte means yes
Means yes

The branches all creek together
All out in the open
Inside a roaring figure on the wall
The streets are cobbled just for you
The silver sun in my cellar well too
I hear a mocking voice

Music-lyrics. DEE
Drums. Ordy Garrison
Strings. Elin Palmer

Lyrics and music by David Eugene Edwards, except: