Angels Bend Closer
1. Walk On Water
2. Living Statue
3. Dante
4. In My Dream
5. Positively Beautiful
6. Anytime
7. Morag
8. Mama Hereby
9. Geranium
10. Hide Not Your Light
11. Beyond Plus One
12. Everything You Knew As A Child
13. Send Me Someone To Love
14. The Great Train 

Meshach Dreams Back







Lips

1. First Word
2. Valley Of The Dolls
3. Freedom Is Gold
4. Hotel Room 417
5. Foecke
6. I Will Survive
7. Flirtin' Is A Flo-Thing
8. Say It (excerpt)
9. Grace Hospital
10. You Say I Say
11. Mimi Finally Speaks
12. Last Word
13. Say It
14. Barkis Is Willin'



Child (Music for Holidays)

1. She's Paying The Taxidriver
2. Caravan
3. Wildwood Carol
4. A Bitter Christmas
5. What Is This Fragrance Softly Stealing
6. Quoi, Ma Voisine, Es-tu Fachée (Neighbour Neighbour)
7. Shir Amami
8. Mary's Lullaby
9. New Year's Baby
10. An Angel Stepped Down
11. Silent Night
12. You Will Be Born
13. O Holy Night
14. In The Bleak Mid-Winter
15. Christmas Mass
16. Christmas Song
17. Maria Wanders Through The Thorn
18. What Child Is This
19. The Valley
20. Hockey
21. Twelve Days Of Christmas
22. Are You Burning, Little Candle


Maria

1. Maria
2. See The Child
3. Honey Bee
4. Caravan
5. Lovin' Cup
6. Begat Begat (Spring Is Coming)
7. Goodbye Sweet Pumpkinhead
8. Would You Go
9. Mary Had... (A Little Lamb)
10. Oh My My





 






Call Magic

Lyrics by Jane Siberry


ACT 1

Oh my gosh, I almost didn’t make it! But I did.
And I have so many messages for you from the
villages that I have passed through.
This is part three of a three part story.
A little bit strange
A little bit funny
And a little bit gory.
Here we go.

And as I came around the corner of the building,
I saw embedded in the wall a shell, I saw a most
beautiful pearl and I saw the footprints of a dog
and I saw a word M-A-G-l-C. And I looked over to
you in your garden and you leaned forward to me
and you said ‘How beautiful!’. Thank you! ‘No,
how beautiful are the columns of the temple that
have found their way here, right now.’

We can climb the highest mountain
We can ford the raging river
Even as we make the waitress cry
Even as we curse the next guy
Even as we brace for attack from our fellow man
And we can hear a child crying
on the other side of the world
Even as we can’t hear our own friends but …
And I came around the corner of the building
and I saw embedded in the wall a shell, a pearl,
a seven-league boot, the footprints of a dog and
I saw people streaming past you ¡n the garden.
Where were they going? Hey!

CALL MAGIC!

A man approached me on the street and he said
‘You’re so attractive’. I know. ‘Your legs are like
columns in a temple, I just want to caress them and
I...’ And I said aren’t you my girlfriend’s boyfriend?
Oh, I’d never do anything. I just thought you valued
honesty.’ I do. ‘I just thought you valued openness.’

I DO.

Call Magic! Wha?
Just then a woman came walking towards me
wearing what looked like a superhero’s cape but
not quite. Very plain and unassuming. And as
she passed, she looked at me and her eyes were
bright blue and piercing and brimming with
intelligence and humour. I felt like I’d been zapped.
You never know who you’re talking to
You never know who you’re walking to
You never know who you’re sitting beside
You never know who you’re taking for a ride
What? I take people for a ride?

LET GO!

But he just wouldn’t let go of it. He said he’d never
do anything but he wouldn’t stop saying what he
wouldn’t do. I couldn’t stop him.
Call Magic!  Not now. Call Magic! I’m too busy.
And I came around the corner of the building,
I saw embedded in the wall
a shell, a pearl, I did NOT see the footprints
of the dog though. Hey!
And then I passed three men at the side Z.
of the road smoking.
And then I passed a couple talking.
Marry me. I can’t marry you.
Marry me. I won’t marry you.
You make me feel almost sleazy!
It’s not that you judge
I don’t feel like you do
It’s just how wobbly my spine feels
when I stand next to you
I pick up the phone. I don’t call you.
I pick up the phone. I don’t call you.

Marry me. I won’t marry you

Mmuh schmuh! Why doesn’t he just marry her?
Let Go! But I didn’t understand, you see. She was
just asking about integrity. And my judgment of
this couple started to make me feel soooo sleepy. As
if I’d been running through a field of self-vampirizing
poppies (the poppies being me).

CALL MAGIC! No.
CALL MAGIC! Muh... 
CALL MAGIC! Magic... 
CALL MAGIC! OK. MAGIC!!!

Like That?

And to my great surprise a big black dog came
bounding towards me. Wha? Is this Magic?
You want me to take Magic for a walk? So Magic
and I started walking towards the next village.
We passed three men — Shadrach, Meshach and
Abednego. We passed three children — they
were humming at the side of a field and the field
was beginning to change, to come back to life.
And I felt like I’d had bandaids ripped from my
eyes and I was so ... GRATEFUL?
Not exactly. NOT EXACTLY! NOT EXACTLY!

 

When We Are A Vampire

Lyrics by Jane Siberry


ACT 2

Tiny lies are killing me

One day when I was walking
I saw you on the street
He was doing all the talking
You looked very sweet
Then I saw your face go white
I saw your shoulders sag
As you slid to the ground
He took another drag

When we are a vampire
We can make you so tired
What kind of lies are feeding you?
Drawn from the neck of something quite untrue
Like the man who would be king
Just because of family pride
Or the desire to be famous because of love denied

When we are a vampire
We can make you so tired

Great big lies are feeding me

What lies? Big lies.
Big lies? Sneaky lies.
Sneaky lies? Life lies.
What’s that? I’ll explain later.
A temporary source of e-n-e-r-g-y
You have to find another
When you’ve sucked the last one dry

Who are we talking about?
I’m totally confused.
Are we vampire or victim?
Just who is being used?
The only protection I know is positivity
And ¡n desperate cases chocolate
Joy will set you free

Sometimes we swing to the side of the law
Putting on our superhero cape
And in the name of all that is good and light
Free huh free huh!

When we are a vampire
We can take away your fire
When we are a vampire
We can make you so tired

Mostly we don’t know we’re doing
And if we knew we were doing it
We wouldn’t want to be doing it
And if you ever find me doing it
Say hey! Stop doing it
And I’ll say thanks pal!
This song is about just being a bit more aware
Of how we’re using energy
Maybe that’s why vampires are in the air
(I don’t know)
Show you care. Free huh free huh!

 

Meshach Dreams Back

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

ACT 3

LET GO!

SHADRACH, MESHACH, ABEDNEGO
HANANIAH, MISHAEL, AZARIAH

Come on, Magic. Let’s go to the train station.
It’s our turn to greet people. Others have gone
to schoolyards, to office parties, any and all
ports of call where someone might be found
standing alone against a wall.
You know, when the great train of freedom comes,
they say no one will be left behind. No one.
Not the least of sparrows. Don’t give up, get ready.
Prepare ourselves, get ready. Here we go, get ready.

Maybe it was to learn how to love
Maybe it was to learn how to leave
Maybe it was for the games we played
Maybe it was to learn how to choose
Maybe it was to learn how to lose
Maybe it was for the love we made

Love is everything they said it would be
Love made sweet and sad the same
But love forgot to make me too blind to see
You’re chickening out, aren’t you?
You’re chickening out or ... is it me?


And as I came around the corner of the building, I saw
embedded in the wall, I saw a shell and I saw a pearl
and I saw a superhero’s cape and I saw a sword and
I saw the mighty word M - A - G - I - C. Which of course
spells ‘YES!’ YES? I didn’t mean to say YES! The
universe did a martial arts move on me and tripped
me up on my own energy.

But since I’d said yes,
I found myself being led blindfolded through a
backyard in Oakland, California towards a chicken hut
and I braced for the fatal squawk.
And inside that chicken hut, that dark tent, they cut
the clothes from my body: my expensive black leather
jacket from New York; my expensive black jeans
from Paris, 10% lycra, perfect fit, long sought after;
and finally gone was my expensive thong. But I was
so desperate to lose the heaviness that had dogged
my trail since I had been a young girl that it finally
outweighed the ‘otherness’. And they sprinkled me
with some kind of magic water and incanted words in
a language I’d never heard before. And I don’t know if
the water or the words worked. I just know that I will
never, ever forget their kindness.

Let Go! Let Go!

Oh Mama, with what shall I keep warm?!

LET GO OF KEEPING WARM
TO WHICH MESHACH DREAMS BACK

CONSIDER THE LILIES OF THE FIELD.
AND SHE CAME AROUND THE CORNER OF THE
BUILDING AND SHE SAW A BENCH. AND SHE LOOKED
UP AT THE SUN AND IT WAS HOT. AND SHE FELT THE
WIND AND IT WAS STRONG. AND SHE TOOK OFF HER
CLOAK AND LAID IT ON THE BENCH.

 

We Could Have Been Great Friends

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

Act 4

And as Magic and I walked into the next village,
we came upon my worst enemy. Hi! But I wasn’t
prepared. And my sword arm was weak. And where
we’d normally insult each other with the greatest
of pleasure, I could see the disappointment on his
face when this was all I could bleat:
"Is ... is this your horse?"

We could have been great friends
We could have been on each other’s talk shows!
We could have been great friends
As above why not so below?
Ah, that was a great day!
Yea, except you killed me.
The General is lonely.
Instead of like this ...

 

Above The Portico

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

Act 5

Instead of a village it was a temple. And above the
portico were the words KNOW THYSELF
Magic and I climbed the cool marble steps following
the indentations of thousands that had climbed before
us. And there we stood in the temple with a beautiful
breeze coming in off the ocean. In, inspiring us.
Making us feel like we could write the most beautiful
song in the world, paint the most beautiful painting.
And then because we know that these are times of
greater discipline, we understood that we must feel the
air also moving out. So we felt the vacuum starting.
And we felt sick. We felt nauseous as the air moved
out of the temple and we heard the splintering of glass
and the smashing of wood and we heard a voice say
'Flat line, second time tonight'.

HARMONY

And in this temple, as we reminded each other of
Harmony—the harmony that we send out in every single
thing that we do: me as a musician, you as a mover
of the earth, as a tiller of the people. And harmony is
not just a pretty chord. Harmony is the sequencing, the
release at the right point into something beautiful.

BODIES

And we pursue the greater understanding of harmony
by using our bodies to run marathons and to lift
weights and to burn the dross off. And then we do
the opposite, of course. We sit on our couch for two
weeks and eat junk food and watch tv and take into us
a value system that puts forward lies and intolerance
as acceptable. And even worthy of primetime viewing
when the children can see it.

HAIR

And we experiment with our hair and we twist it tightly
on top so it is a topknot and it spurs the aggression
in our system. And we look a bit like a Samurai
warrior. And we shave the sides so that Venus cannot
get a foothold. And then of course, we do the opposite.
We shave the top and we let the sides grow until we
look like someone of a hermetic order.

ORDER

And as we try to order the universe in a way that will
give us the security that we need, we add the signs on
top of each other. ‘Do NOT do this!’ ‘Do this!’ ‘Drive
according to conditions!’ until finally we can no longer
see the view. And so of course we do the opposite.
We get rid of all the signs. And we wobble and warble
until finally we find the path of least resistance and a
feeling of Common Sense that guides us. The middle
of the river, equidistant from the shoreline. And the
view now! And as we stand here in this temple, the
columns, the spaces between the columns perhaps
even more beautiful than the columns themselves.

DESCENDING

And as Magic and I descended the marble steps
I looked back and I saw that the words above
the portico had changed: 'THAT THOU MAYST KNOW GOD'

HEADLINES

We feel the headlines starting to crowd in again,
as they must. ‘The highest cause of death in a
modern day war is ... suicide.’ ‘One lone veteran
stands in salute for his fallen comrade, alone on
the street as the coffin goes by. Office workers
see this and join him the following week.’ A
young man is brought back from a far away war.

TEENAGERS

Six o’clock news: another war veteran, school
bus driver, bus shelter, teenagers. And as I turned
to leave they stood up to give me a hug. And
the hair fell away from their eyes. And I saw that
now their foreheads were open and their eyes
were bright blue and warm brown and brimming
with intelligence and humour.
And I said to them Whenever you find someone
open, glom onto them like a little barnacle until
you get safely through being a teenager. And be
careful with the drugs and alcohol because your
temple ... every now and then you will need to
walk through the darkness alone.’

 

The Alchemy Of The Everyday

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

ACT 6

When we can climb the highest mountain
When we can ford the raging river
When we can cross the plains in one step
In our seven-league boots
Even as we make the waitress cry
Even as we curse the next guy
And when we can hear a child crying
On the other side of the world

Even as we can’t hear our own friend
Even as we fall from grace
So grace shall lift us up
And teach us of our power
Power so deep and hidden
Power that now is bidden
Release the superhero inside

The superhero of today works quietly away
Very different from the fancy capes
And hats of yesterday
They are mostly in disguise
But you can see it in their eyes
The social worker, the gardener
The computer guy, the teacher
The warriors, the queens
We are all our brother’s keeper
And you come around the corner of the building
And you see the mast exploding
And there’s terror in the air
And you feel your spine imploding
And you hear the spiral
Singing a different song against the grain

But he wouldn’t stop telling me what he wouldn’t
Io. And I looked down at Magic and in Magic’s deep,
beautiful eyes I saw the word I turned to the
door. I flung it open. ‘How wonderful that
you want to be more open and honest and let us go
together to your girlfriend’s that we may celebrate
the movement forward for isn’t this what we want for
each other?’

WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM BECAUSE THERE
IS SOMETHING VERY WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE.
WHILE WE APPLAUD HER EFFORTS, THE SLIGHTLY
SARCASTIC NATURE OF HER SOLUTION HAS
LOWERED THE VIBRATION OF THIS POTENTIALLY
TRANSFORMATIVE ALCHEMICAL REACTION.
WATCH CLOSELY NOW.

I looked down at Magic expecting to see his tail
wagging but instead ...
I guess I was not successful in protecting myself
through being a clown, in seeing the world as a place
of wonder. Oh no. .. Oh yes! Because
I’ll use this lesson to do it better next time.

AND IN THAT SINGLE MOMENT SHE PRACTICED
THE ALCHEMY OF THE EVERYDAY AVAILABLE TO
EVERYONE. SHE CHANGED A LUMP OF COAL
TO A DIAMOND WITH THE FLICK OF A THOUGHT.
A POSITIVE THOUGHT.
MAGIC’S TAIL WAS WAGGING NOW.

 

The Village Fair

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

ACT 7

And we walked into a village where they were having some kind of country fair.
Someone was giving a speech at the bandstand. We drew closer.
LET GO! LET GO!
ISSA! ISSA! OVER HERE!

Of seeing the beginning of the movie? Of the names that bind?
MAKE WAY! Oh, Mama, with what shall I keep warm?
LET GO! Let go? Let go of what? OF LETTING GO?
MAKE WAY!
LET GO

Oh. OK! (applause)

And so my friends we’ve come to the end of our time together, it’s true.
I hope you’ve enjoyed these silly or serious tales, I know I do.
My wish for you, for me, for us, is to fall asleep at night
Exhausted from using our superhero powers to the max, that’s right.
Lying on our backs with our boots on, a peaceful smile on our face
Our foreheads open and very photogenic, resting assured of our place.
And if we’re really super-lucky, a corncob pipe in our mouth
Just like my friend’s great-great-grandmother who lived down South.

 

Invitation To Be Well

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

ACT 8

And as I came around the corner of the building one last time,
I saw embedded in the wall a Shell, a Pearl, a Canoe, a Ship,
a Mast, a Spine, a Spiral,
I saw the footprints of a dog. Magic? Magic?!!

DOESN’T SHE GET TO HAVE MAGIC ALL THE TIME?

And you leaned forward to me from your garden, even as people
streamed past you to the abyss where they would lie down for the
final peaceful sleep, the fumes from the earth ...
And you said that single word, that precious word
And it hung in the air like a drop of dew
It was AN INVITATION TO BE WELL.
And we said ...

I DO.

 

Imagine A World

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

ACT 9

Imagine a world
Where the columns of the temple come to life
At first stiff and then flexible and flowing
Striding down the street a perfect reflection
Of our inner beauty, our inner glory
Reaching here, helping there
Until separation from our brother
Is just a puzzling memory
Instead of quietly sitting in our cubicles at work
Wondering how this came to be

So all the people that you’ve heard me
Talk about up until now

There was the girl walking village to village
There was the man who was unclear
There was the couple ...
The girl just wanting to learn about integrity
There was the woman in the garden
Or the person who leaned forward and said
‘How beautiful!’
And then by the end you knew all these voices
They were just like family. I hope. To me, anyway.

Well, let me go on and talk to you
About this fellow who worked at the comer store
People called him ‘Moose’, you can imagine ...
If you talked to him about spirituality
He’d shrug his huge shoulders and say ‘What for?’
Anyway, he’s everything you would not want
In a refined, romantic cavalier, I suppose
But when they came over the hill that day
He out-Thorred Thor

Imagine a world
Where the columns of the temple come to life
At first stiff and then flexible and flowing
Striding down the street a perfect reflection
Of our inner beauty, our inner glory
Reaching here, helping there
Until separation from our brother
Is just a puzzling memory
Instead of quietly sitting in our own apartments
Five feet from each other with our own tv

And then there was Pauline, we all agreed
That she was cold in some way, unfeeling
Well, one wintry day she took me aside
And she was unsympathetic to anything
I had to say about my problem
(In which I took pride, I guess)
And for years I wouldn’t talk to her
Even though she tried, I couldn’t see
That kindness could come to me in such a way
And when I went to say I saw, it was too late

And Quincy, he’s a hard-assed kid
Who lives under the overpass downtown
When he comes at you with a squeegee
Well, you kinda sorta wanta duck down
But if a baby bird, a cry unheard
A struggling flower, a teen unseen
Should fail to take to song, to take wing
He’s the first one to their side
He has that healing thing

Imagine a world
Where the columns of the temple come to life
At first stiff and then flexible and flowing
Striding down the street a perfect reflection
Of our inner beauty, our inner glory
Reaching here, helping there
Until separation from our brother
Is just a puzzling memory
Instead of quietly sitting at the family reunion
Saying ‘Oh gosh! You don’t want a picture of me!’
Well, actually we do.

And Ramona
She works the library cart in the Third Ward.

 

Eden

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

Oh my love, are you going away again?
can’t get this body thing right
Oh my love, will you be coming home someday
can’t get this body thing right
Oh my love ...
can’t get this body thing right

I’m eating too much food
I’m eating too little food
I’m eating the wrong kind of food
can’t get this body thing right

I just want an apple and a handful of seeds
Why can’t I live on an apple and a handful of seeds?
counting in 4/5
Hey Adam I’m getting it right
Swing your partner dosey doe
Hey Adam I’m getting It right
Swing your partner dosey doe
Hey Adam, Adam, Adam!
Walt for me! Walt for me
Come with me! Come on

There will be more gardens and beauty
And apples and serpents
And wisdom and children
And families and tribes
And nations and wars
And darkness, Intolerance
Hatred, separation, kindness
Hatred, separation
Kindness Kindness Kindness
And Love

Oh my love, when will you be coming home?
Stop asking me

Oh my sweet darling, you must not worry so
Not ‘til I get it right

 

Hide Not Your Light

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

I find it - I find it strange
I find it (she finds it) I find it odd
I find it strange that you can’t hear me

I love you
Yes I do
I love everything
How you laugh
How you smile
Your unusual sense of ...

I find it - I find it confusing
I find it (she finds it) yes, I find it dark
But not like before. A different dark
I find it strange that you can’t see hear me
I love you
Yes I do
I love everything
How you laugh in your sleep
How you smell of roses when you weep
Your sense of style
Your wide open prairie smile

I found it - I found it lonely
I hid it (she hid her light) I hid It well
I hid my light under a bushel
When It could have helped me see my way

I love you
Yes I do
I love everything
How you dance
How you light up the world when you sing
Don’t be sad - be glad
I’m so happy to be free
But you don’t have to leave like me
l’m running beside the train
I’m singing the sweet refrain
Sm Ile for th camera of Love
Smile for the camera of Love
Use your own God-light to see
And smile smile smile
Smile in the light of Love

This Is Not The Way

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

This ...
This is ...
HEADLINE
Jury still needs therapy two years after the trial is over
This is not ...
HEADLINE
Soldiers torture prisoners in their boredom
More women joining army, being trained to kill
Teenagers afraid to go to school
This is not the ...
This ¡s not the way
HEADLINE
School bus, soldiers, gas masks
Machine guns, terrorist drill
Running through the bus
Children watching from the schoolyard
Bus driver, retired, war veteran
He turns to the TV camera
He tries to say
He says
Choking
This
This is
This Is NOT
THIS IS NOT THE WAY THINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE
This is not the way
This is not
This is
This.

 

Phoenix (for teenagers)

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

Phoenix
Setting sun
Pyramid
Children run
Brass
Trumpet
Sand
Bury

dada...

Fairest
Golden ones
Fearless
Children run
Glass
Buildings
Flash
Hurry

dada...

Teenagers
Small village
England
Nowhere to hang
Too young for the pub
So they hang out in the bus shelter
The villagers complain
You’re making too much noise
And they take the bench away
So they sit on the cold cement floor
And watch me walk by
Again and again
Foreheads closed
Talking tough, smoking
And shivering in the rain

Tower
Stone upon stone
Workers
Spiral below
Move
Rumble
Explosion
Music

da da

I talk to the bus driver
The grocer
The minister
The teacher
The pub-owner
The sweeper
These kids arc damaged goods they say
I talk to the anvil maker
The blacksmith
The warriors
The queens
looking for my brother’s keeper
It’s a downward spiral
And the more the villagers fear
The more they reject
And the more they reject
The more hurt, confused
Angry, belligerent and louder
The teenagers the children get

Children
What do you need
To feel safe in this world?

Finally they trust me
They watch for me every day
We sit on the cold cement floor
They’ve got so much to say
they say: da da ...

Michael
Marshall
Caitlyn
Ciara
Caointiorn
Tearlag
Liewelyn
Brianag

Oh, has anyone ever told you how beautiful
Told you how needed
All you know is something is wrong
Well, hold on to your song
Because in this Babel of darkness

A new music
A new language
Is being born

 

In My Dream

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

I’m running along with my father
He’s running like a boy
We’re running along in slow motion
And he falls in the leaves
Like a child, strong and free

In my dream
In my dream

I’m running along with my mother
She’s laughing like a girl
She’s telling me about all her hopes and dreams
There is light In her eyes
She is open, she is wise

In my dream
In my dream

In my dream its October
And the leaves are floating down
Like tiny yellow boats
Each finding their own unique, particular way
To the ground

I’m running along with my sister
Our pigtails flying free
We’re racing ahead of our sweet baby brother
There is joy on our faces
We are sure of our places

In my dream
In my dream

And the dog runs ahead of us
Always almost-out-of-sight
Pulling us further
Into the golden autumn light
A lighthouse for the family
Following that sweet familiar tail
Pulling us closer
On the troubled family trail

I’m running along with my family
We're running through the leaves
We're running along in slow motion
We are laughing
We are happy
No one’s missing
We are holy in my dream
In my dream
In my dream
We are holy in my dream

 

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Further In The Garden

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

 

 

Take Me To My Tent

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

Take to my tent I am so tired
Take me to my tent I am on fire
Take my horse away
Give him fresh water and the sweetest hay
I almost lost my faithful today

Send a girl to my tent
Let her voice be low and well-modulated
Let no harshness thrall my ears tonight
Take to my tent I am so tired
My eyes are burning, my throat Is parched
My sword arm heavy from the march

I spent the day on the white hot plains
Guarding all of my terrain
I heard a sound in the birdsong
I saw a sign in the morning dew
I knew today would be the day
That I would be the hero true

Send a girl to my tent
Let her hands be soft and cool
Have her wash my aching body
And get the smell of blood out of my nose
I waited ‘till u saw them rise
Above the crest, the whites of their eyes
I kicked my horse forward

He was coming at me
Leading his army
My mortal enemy
I surprised him with speed
My sword hit it’s mark
But as he fell to the ground

My horse stumbled, I tumbled upon him
We Lay breast to breast
We lay there like lovers
And what happened then I cannot say
I scrambled up from his bloody breast
I flung myself upon my horse
I let out a cry Lo end all cries

The rage in my heart that day
I remember it still
I must have killed a hundred men
And so they’ll say in minstrel song
I will go down in history
A hero of Brotherhood-Gone-Wrong

Send a girl to my tent
But there must be no sex tonight
For surely a single kiss would draw a child
And when I’ve rested I will join
My men around the ring of fire
The sparks fly up the stars fall down
We draw our plans upon the ground
No suicide shall keep me
From this game of cards I chose

The General Is lonely
But this is his job and thusly
He accepts

 

Tiny Lies Are Killing Me

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

tiny lies are killing me
somedays I know, I know
somedays even lipstick is a lie
but this song is true

 

 

Then We Heard A Shout

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

First there was a shell

Then there was a pearl
Then there was a boy
then there was a hand reaching
Then there was a wave
Like no other wave
then there was a sound
like no other sound of Music
da da ..

A Rose is how you shall kneel
A Rose is how you shall know
Then there were two or more
Gathered on the sand
Singing songs of praise
Grateful for this place of Beauty

Then the sky began to flow
Day bled into night
Our ship began to glow
The sound of tumblers changing nearby
First there was a shell
then there was a pearl
Then there was a boy
then there was a hand reaching
Then there was a wave
Like no other wave
then there was a sound
like no other sound of Music
da da ..

A Rose is how you shall kneel
A Rose is how you shall know

Then there were two or more
Gathered on the sand
Singing songs of praise
Grateful for this place of Beauty
Then the sky began to flow
Day bled into night
Our ship began to glow
The sound of tumblers changing nearby

 

Mama Hereby

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

Mama are you listening
Please put your tea towel down
This is the most important thing
I’ve ever said
I love you as my mother
I love you as no other
But the pain we cause each other
Is killing me

Can we hereby agree
With love and dignity
From now on my life is fine
And you are free
You know anytime
You come to me with love
My arms will always always
Always be open

Ail the times I lay
My head upon your lap
Your hand upon my forehead
Brought such comfort
Such treasured memories
As are so many still
But across this kitchen table
Words are hurting

Can we hereby agree
With love and dignity
From now on my life is fine
And you are free
You know anytime
You come to me with love
My arms will always always
Always be open

Don’t worry about my health
My body is just fine
And don’t worry about
What other people think of me
Just laugh about my ways
And be glad that I have faith
And for what time is left
Let’s just enjoy each others company

Let us hereby agree
With love and dignity
From now on my life is mine
And you re free

Don’t cry, Mama
This is not goodbye, Mama
Try, Mama,
Be light, Mama
Like with your friends, Mama
Be light for me
You know anytime
You come to me with love
My arms will always always always
Always always always always
My arms will always be open to you

 

Walk On Water

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

I was standing at the back of a crowd
At the edge of the sea a multitude
A single word
A hush would fall...
I prayed that your gaze might fall on me
That my longing might part the sea of faces
And in my misery
I turned and walked away

Come up, my brother
Come up, my sister
Come up, my children
And walk on water with me

I walked away from that crowd
Out along a long and dusty road
I saw a women lying there in pain
She was crying out to mc
I was so absorbed in my own loneliness
Are you not my brother? I guess not yet
Oh, to turn back the hands of time
Drowning in my shame

Come up, my brother
Come up, my sister
Come up, my children
And walk on water with me

I’d give anything to touch your gown
To kiss your hand, anything ...
I knelt down In hopelessness
Hopelessness, hopelessness
I’d give anything to hear your voice
To wash your feet, anything ...
I knelt down ¡n helplessness
And then I felt Virtue flow to me

Come up, my brother
Come up, my sister
Come up, my children
And walk on water with me

Oh, that was the night of nights
I stood against the sea in that strange starlight
I felt the wind upon my face
I thought I heard my name
I thought I heard our names

A Train Is Coming (intro)

Lyrics by Jane Siberry


who, how, when, where ...

Wilderness Wheel

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

 

Now, if we’re really quiet …

Paddling ...

See that white pine tree?
That’s an eagle’s nest on top of it? 
Now if we’re real lucky …

Paddling ...

There are only two loons per lake
Hear them answer on the other lake?
Wha? That’s weird
Hey! There’s a deer and two fawns!
They’re staring at us

You 
You’ve come from so far
To be here right now
Streaming from the four corners of this beautiful round
Teeming marketplaces
Dusty caravans
Phoenician triremes
Silent mountain paths

Pompeii
Constantinople
Kaikobad
Pehlevi
Tanton
Tokyo
Okinawa
Oahu
Who are you?
Who am I?
Delphi
Many miles 
Many lives 
To reach this undulating light

Paddling
J-stroke
Hey, there’s a beaver dam
I don’t see any beavers
Look! Over there! 
A moose
And a bear
And a wolf 
And a rabbit
Did you know that all God’s creatures got shoes?
It’s true
Just one more portage to go

Cabin
Wilderness
Waiting
Tired
Dusty
Strip
Bathe
Firelight
Listening
To the Great Wilderness Wheel
whence we came

Superhero Dream

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

 

I had a dream that the world was calling
And I didn't know what to do
I’m so new at this Power thing
Who can teach me? Can you?

I see pyramids
I see bursting Spring
Can you teach me about strengthening?

I had a dream that we had a dream that the world was calling
And we didn’t know what to do
We’re so new at this Power thing
Who can teach us? Can you?

We see hurricanes
We see tidal waves 
Can they teach us how to change and rearrange?

The bells of hope shall be
The superhero 
The super strength 
Of you and me

Grace

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

 

When we climb the highest mountain
Even as we make the waitress cry

When we forge the might river
Even as we curse the next guy

When we …

Even as we fall from grace
So grace shall lift us up
And teach us of our power
Power so deep and hidden
Power that now is bidden
Come on come forward
Release the superhero inside

When we climb the highest mountain
Even as we make the waitress cry

When we forge the might river
Even as we curse the next guy

When we cross the plains in our seven league boots
Even as we worry about paying the rent

And when we hear a child crying on the other side of the world
Even as we can’t hear our own friend

Even as we fall from grace
So grace shall lift us up
And teach us of our power
Power so deep and hidden
Power that now is bidden
Come on come forward
Release the superhero inside

The world is calling us
We each must decide
Saying come on
Come forward
My beautiful friend
Release the superhero inside

Even as we …

Oui Allo

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

 

Oui allo?
C’est qui? C’est quoi?
Qu’elle heure est-il?

You say I’ve received an inheritance?
From a distant relative? Yeah, sure.
Well, what is it. Money?
What do you mean ‘not exactly’?

Everything you ever wanted
Will be yours to have and hold
Soon come tomorrow

Everything you ever dreamed of
Will be yours to have and hold
Soon come tomorrow

Si allo?
¿Quien es? ¿que hora es?
Three o’clock in the morning, mama mia
Ohala que se mejore pronto.

You say I’ve received an inheritance?
And it’s been there all this time?
Oh, I get it.
You want something from me. You don’t?
Is this Jerry? It’s not?
Is this inheritance money?
What do you mean ‘not exactly’?

Everything you ever wanted
Will be yours to have and hold
Soon come tomorrow

Everything you ever dreamed of
Will be yours to give away
Soon come tomorrow

Don’t give up

All the times you wanted
Only to give back with all your heart
Tomorrow

I Pick Up The Phone

Lyrics by Jane Siberry


Dear So-and-So

Uncomfortable
Uneasy
Self-conscious
Almost sleazy

I pick up the phone and I don’t call you

It’s nothing that you say
It’s nothing that you do
It’s just how I feel
When I hang out with you

Uncomfortable
Uneasy
Tense
Almost sleazy

I pick up the phone and I don’t call you

It’s not that you judge
I don’t feel like you do
It’s just how my spine feels
When I stand next to you

Uncomfortable
Uneasy
Self-conscious
A little bit sleazy

I pick up the phone and I don’t call you

But if anything important happened in my life
Like say, I had to get my children home from school 
In the middle of the day safely and without fail.

Or say, I had to get my signed sealed documents 
To the kingdom on the other side of the mountains by midnight 
Or I would lose all my virgin men

Or say, I had to get my beautiful mother across the holy river 
And I could not do it by myself

It would be you that I call
Yes, you. Why?
Your word is good
Your word is good
Is gold
Is God
Is good

Marry me.

 

You Never Know 

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

 

You never know who you're talking to ...

When life becomes a dream
And dreams become reality
When gently down the stream
Becomes walking down the side of the street

You never know who you're talking to ...

All these miracles under the sun 
People Doing things like they’ve never done
There’s a superhero 
Inside everyone

You never know who you're talking to ...

You can’t trust anyone nowadays
Not the checkout girl or the lady at the laundromat
Not the banker, not the kid with the tatoos
You can’t trust anyone not to be 
The most beautiful person you’ve ever met 
Why have we never met? 
‘Darling?’ 
‘Yes?’ 
‘We’ve been married forty years!’

You never know who you're talking to 
You never know who you're walking to

No capes, no seven league boots, no fancy hats
The superhero of today works quietly away
They like it like that

You Had A Good Thing

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

 

You had a good thing and you blew it
When it came right down to it you couldn't get down to it
What you couldn’t get down to was treating our girlfriend right
Such a lovely girl, such a sweet delight

You had a good thing and you blew it
When it came right down to it you couldn't get down to it
Anyone could see that something wasn’t right
We never saw her so upset out as when you were comin’ for the night

She jabs on her perfume
Slashes on her lipstick
Snaps on her bustier
Yanks on her thong
She jams on her stilettos
Crams on her hat
She’s doing her duty
But she’s hissin’ like a cat
Just tryin’ to mobilize her lover to uh … zero
With her booty

You had a good thing and you blew it
When it came right down to it you couldn't get down to it
I’m not talking flexibility or the kama sutra
But you were only nice to her when it would suit’cha

And now you hear someone else is treating our girlfriend right
You want to know what she does when they come to spend the night?

Well …
She dabs on her perfume
Kisses her lipstick
Caresses her bustier
Thrills herself softly with her thong
She admires her stilettos
Turning that-a-way and then this-a-way
She takes great delight in mobilizing her lover 
To greater … greater … greater heights 
With her beauty

You had a good thing and you blew it
When it came right down to it you couldn't get down to it
And what you couldn’t get down to was treatin’ someone right
We never saw our girlfriend so lonely as when you'd spend the night

When We Are Queen

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

 

When we are queen ...

There will be more dancing
And less worrying
And more singing
And less hurrying
But everything will still get done in time

There will be all the money in the world
Or none of all the money in the world
We’ll just go to a kiosk at the side of the road
And arrange for however much we want per week
We can choose to be rich or poor
And we can change it anytime we like.

When we are queen ...

There will be no (sexual) frustration
Just temples at the side of the mountain path
And anyone who is out of balance will be attended to
By workers who will teach them how to pull it up their spine
Until they finally they spout poetry
(Won’t that be a lot of poetry?)

There will be no signs saying ‘you can’t do this’
And no signs saying ‘you can’t do that’
We’ll be guided by common sense
Common Sense? you ask. What’s so common about that?
Perhaps it is simply a reflection 
Of the movement of the planets and the stars

This queendom shall be invisible
Neither male nor female in spite of its name
Full of undulating light
And the faint scent of jasmine, and rose
But most importantly there shall be …
Who? Tell them I’ll call them back

When we are queen ...

There will be more happiness
So people will look better in photographs
I don’t mean happy-happy all the time
Perhaps it’ll just be an absence of being afraid of fear
And definitely there will be no homework for kids

It will be more about giving
And less about getting
And farmers, teachers and nurses
Will be returned to their honoured place in society
And all the windows will open for obvious reasons

When we are queen ...

A Train Is Coming

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

 

Why? Where? What?
If a train is coming 

Who? How? When? 
If a train is coming 

To your town
To our town
To us all 
No one shall be left behind
None at all
Not the least of sparrows

Don’t give up. Get ready
Prepare yourselves. Get ready
Here we go. Get ready

May the first word on our lips in thankfulness be YES

back

Send Me Someone To Love

Lyrics by Jane Siberry

 

Send me someone
Send me someone
Send me someone to love

Someone whose kiss I could understand 
And who would understand mine
Someone whose hips I could understand
And who would understand the rhythm of mine
Someone who understands the power of making love divine
Send me someone to love

Send me someone
Send me someone
Send me someone to love

Someone whose lips I could understand
And who would understand the language of mine
Someone whose silence I could understand
And who could understand the love within mine
Someone who cares more for seeing true
Than wanting to be right
Send me someone to love

Send me someone
Send me someone
Send me someone to love

Someone who would never become immune
To my charm over time
Someone whose first strength
Is the strength of their spine
Someone who won’t mind a ménage-a-trois
You and me and God
For God is great, God is good in bed

Send me someone
Send me someone
Send me someone to love

Send me someone
Send me someone
Send me someone 
Tonight

How Beautiful Are The Feet

 

How beautiful are the feet of them
That preach the gospel of peace
How beautiful are the feet
How beautiful are the feet of them
That preach the gospel of peace

How beautiful are the feet of them
That preach the gospel of peace
And bring glad tidings
And bring glad tidings
Glad tidings of good things

That bring glad tidings
Glad tidings of good things
And bring glad tidings
Glad tidings of good things
Glad tidings of good things

How beautiful are the feet of them
That preach the gospel of peace
How beautiful are the feet
How beautiful are the feet of them
That preach the gospel of peace

From Messiah, Part 2, No. 38, Air. 1741
Text: Charles Jennens (1700—1773),
based on Romans 10:15
Music: George Frederic Handel, (1685—1759)

Sheep May Safely Graze

 

Sheep may safely graze and pasture
In a watchful Shepherd's sight
Sheep may safely graze and pasture
Sheep may safely graze and pasture
In a watchful Shepherd's sight
In a watchful Shepherd's sight

Those who rule with wisdom guiding
Bring to hearts a peace abiding
Bless the land with Joy made bright

Those who rule with wisdom guiding
Bring to hearts a peace abiding
Peace abiding
Peace abiding
Bless the land with Joy made bright
Sheep may safely graze and pasture
In a watchful Shepherd's sight
Sheep may safely graze and pasture
Sheep may safely graze and pasture
Sheep may safely graze and pasture
In a watchful Shepherd's sight
In a watchful Shepherd's sight

From the ‘Hunting Cantata’ BWV 208, No. 9, Aria, 1713
Lyrics: Salomo Franck (c. 1659—1725),
translator unknown
Music: Johann Sebastian Bach, (1685—1750)

A Star Shall Rise Up Out Of Jacob

A Star shall rise up out of Jacob

A Star shall rise out of Darkness
Rise out of Sorrow
Rise out of Misery

A Star shall rise up out of Jacob

O Bright Morning Star
O Radiance from afar
O Love, thy Word
Thy Sound is Harmony

A Star shall rise up out of Jacob

A Star shall rise out of Darkness
Rise out of Sorrow
Rise out of Misery

A Star shall rise up out of Jacob

O Bright Morning Star
O Radiance from afar
O Love, thy Word shall inly feed
Love, thy Sound is Harmony 

Lyrics: by Jane Siberry (except title line) based on lyrics by J.F. von Bunsun (originally based on Numbers 24:17) for "Es wird ein Stern aus Jacob" from Christus, op. 97, by Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy (1809—1847), 1847. Phillip Nicolai wrote text and music to a song, "Wie schon Leuch-tetder Morgenstern" published posthumously in 1647. It is possible that the tune was harmonised by J. S. Bach some years later, and that was what Mendellsohn used in his oratorio. Siberry used a small section and expanded it.

I Know My Redeemer Liveth

I know that my Redeemer liveth
And that He shall stand
At the latter day upon the earth

And though worms destroy this body
Yet in my flesh shall I see God
Yet in my flesh shall I see God

I know that my Redeemer liveth

For now is Christ risen from the dead
The first fruits of them that sleep
Of them that sleep 

From Messiah, Part3, no. 45, Air, 1742
Lyrics: Charles Jennens (1700—1773),
based on Job 19:25-26 and 1 Corinthians 15:20
Music: George Frideric Handel (1685—1759)

Lo, How A Rose E'er Blooming

Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As those of old have sung
It came a flow'ret bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half spent was the night

Isaiah 'twas foretold it
The Rose I have in mind
With Mary we behold it
The Virgin Mother kind
To show God's love aright
She bore to us a Savior
When half spent was the night

O Flow'r, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air
Dispels with glorious splendor
The darkness ev'rywhere
True man, yet very God
From endless death He saves us
And lightens ev'ry load

(Instrumental)
It came a flow'ret bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half spent was the night

O Saviour, child of Mary
Who felt our human woe
O Saviour, King of glory
Who dost our weakness know
Bring us at length we pray
To the bright courts of heaven
And to the endless day 

Lyrics: verses 1-2, German, 15th century, translated by Theodore Baker (1851—1934); 
verse 3, Friedrich Layritz (1808—1859), translated by Harriet Reynolds, Krauth Spaeth (1845—1925); 
verse 4, translated or written by John C. Mattes (1876—1948), 1914 
Music: “Es Ist Ein Ros”, from Alte Catholische Geistliche Kirchengesäng, 1599; 
Harmony added in 1609 by Michael Praetorius (1571–1621)

In The Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter long ago

Angels and Archangels may have gathered there
Cherubim and Seraphim thronged the air
But His mother only in her maiden bliss
Worshiped the Beloved with a kiss

What can I give Him poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb
If I were a Wise Man I would do my part
Yet what I can I give Him?
Give my heart

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
If I were a Wise Man I would do my part
Yet what I can I give Him?
Give my heart 

Lyrics: Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894)
Music: Gustavus Theodor Holst (1874-1934), 1906
Using the additional melody line of Harold Darke that was incorporated into the original work of Holst.

Jesus Christ The Apple Tree

The Tree of Life my soul hath seen
Laden with fruit and always green
The Tree of Life my soul hath seen
Laden with fruit and always green
The trees of nature fruitless be
Compared to Christ the Apple Tree

For happiness I long have sought
And pleasure dearly I have bought
For happiness I long have sought
And pleasure dearly I have bought
I missed it all but now I see
‘Tis found in Christ the Apple Tree

I’m weary with my former toil
Here I will sit and rest awhile
I’m weary with my former toil
Here I will sit and rest awhile
Under the shadow I will be
Of Jesus Christ the Apple Tree
This fruit doth make my soul to thrive
It keeps my dying faith alive
This fruit doth make my soul to thrive
It keeps my dying faith alive
Which makes my soul in haste to be
With Jesus Christ the Apple Tree 

Lyrics: Anonymous, from Divine Hymns or Spiritual Songs, compiled by Joshua Smith, New Hampshire, 1784
Music: Lyrics set to traditional air
by Elizabeth Poston (1905—1987)

Break Forth, O Beauteous Heavenly Light

Break forth, O beauteous heav’nly light
And usher in the morning
Ye shepherds shrink not with affright
But hear the angel’s warning
This child now weak in infancy
Our confidence and joy shall be
The pow’r of Satan breaking
Our peace eternal making

Lyrics: Johann Rist, (1607—1667) 
Translation (from German): John Troutbeck, (1832—October 11, 1899, buried in Westminster Abbey) 
Music: Johann Schop, (c. 1590—1665) 
Adapted and harmonized by Johann Sebastian Bach, (1685—1750)

If God Be For Us 

If God be for us who can be against us?
Who can be against us?
Who can be against us?
If God be for us who can be against us?

Who shall lay anything to
the charge of God’s elect?
Of God’s elect
Who shall lay anything to the charge?
If God be for us

With Love in our hearts who can be against us?
Who can be against us?
With Love in our hearts
Who can be against us?

Who shall come to the circle of peace
with Love in their hearts?
with Love in their hearts
Who shall come to the circle of peace
with Love in their hearts?
with Love in our hearts

From Messiah, Part 2, no. 52, Air, 1742
Lyrics: Charles Jennens (1700—1773),
based on Romans 8:31 and Romans 8:33-34
Music: George Frideric Handel (1685—1759)
Add’l lyrics for verse 2: Peter Kiesewalter

My Mother Is Not The White Dove

my mother
is not the white dove

oh my mother
she is the flight of the white dove

and when i do not feel her feeling me that is when i am lost

my mother
she is the blackness against which the stars are pressed

and when i do not feel her feeling me that is when i am truly lost

my mother
she is the long cry that is pulled from our hearts
as we lift our faces from the lap of loneliness

my mother
she is not the white dove
she is the flight of the...

Harmonix/I Went Down To The River

Collaboration with Peter Gabriel
(Collaboration week at Real World)
Recording: 'Way Down Below Buffalo Hell' (Jam Nation)
Produced and mixed by: Mark Rutherford and Sugar J
Original Production: David Rhodes
Real World Records - 1993
Publishing: Wing-it Music/WOMAD Music Ltd./Carl Adams Music Ltd.

Musicians: Jane Siberry - lead vocals
Ayub Ogada - nyatiti
CC - backing vocals
David Rhodes - heavy guitar
Mark Rutherford - guitars, drums, bass, synthesizer
Richard Blair - drums
Sugar J - drums, bass

It Can't Rain All The Time

We walk the narrow path 
Beneath the smoking skies 
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference 
Between darkness and light 
Do we have faith in what we believe? 
The truest test is when we cannot see 

I hear pounding feet in the streets below 
And the women crying and the children know 
That there's something wrong 
It's hard to believe that love will prevail 

It won't rain all the time 
The sky won't fall forever 
And though the night seems long 
Your tears won't fall forever 

When I'm lonely I lie awake at night 
And I wish you were here, I miss you 
Can you tell me 
Is there something more to believe in? 
Or is this all there is? 

And the pounding feet in the streets below 
And a window breaks and a woman falls 
There's something wrong 
It's hard to believe that love will prevail 

It won't rain all the time... 

Last night I had a dream 
You came into my room 
You took me into your arms 
Whispering and kissing me 
And telling me to still believe 
(Within the emptiness of 
The burning cities against which 
We set our darkest of selves) 
Until finally I felt safe and warm 
I fell asleep in your arms 
And when I awoke I cried again 
For you were gone 
Can you hear me? 

It won't rain all the time...


Collaboration with Graeme Revell
From the 'Crow' movie soundtrack
Lyrics and Music: Jane Siberry and Graeme Revell
Produced by: Graeme Revell
Executive producers: Jeff Most, Jolene Cherry, Tom Carolan
Publishing: Atlantic Recording Corp/ WEA International

Musicians: Jane Siberry - vocals
Graeme Revell - rhythm programming, keyboards
Carl Verheyen - guitar
Mark Gasbarro - piano
Matthew Cooker - cello

Shir Amami

I look into the well 
In the light of the morning sun 
Perhaps within the jug I draw 
I'll find the bliss of yesterday 

Oh fill my jug up for me 
Oh fill it up for me 
fill it with happiness 
Oh fill it to the brim 
The flocks have quenched their thirst 
Now quench mine 
I am as the lonely palm 
In the hills of Canaan 
My heart calls out 
But only the south wind responds


Collaboration with Frank London
Recording: Festival of Light (compilation)
Produced by: Robert Duskis , Bob Appel
Lyrics and Music: Traditional
Six Degrees Records, US 1996
Publishing: Psycho Freylekh Music (BMI) / Wing-it Music (SOCAN)

Musicians: Jane Siberry - vocals
Lorin Sklamberg - intro back up vocals
Don Byron - clarinet
David Torn - guitar
Simon Sheheen - violin
Erik Friedlander - cello
Glen Velez - frame drums, percussion

The Bridge

Collaboration with Joe Jackson
Recording: Heaven & Hell (Joe Jackson & Friends)
Produced by: Joe Jackson and Ed Roynesdal
Sony 1997
Publishing: Sony Classical/ Sony Music

Musicians Jane Siberry - vocals
Sue Hadjopoulos - congas and bongos

She's Like A Swallow

by Jane Siberry


Collaboration with Hector Zazou
Recording: 'Songs From The Cold Seas'
Lyrics and Music: Traditional
Sony 1996

When I Think Of Laura Nyro

Collaboration/Compilation
Collage created by Jane Siberry
Recording: 'Time and Love: The Music of Laura Nyro'
Produced by: Jane Siberry
Astor Place Recordings 1997
Publishing: EMI Blackwood Music

Musicians: Jane Siberry - vocals
Mr. McConnell - keyboards, programming

Calling All Angels (with choir, not kd lang)

by Jane Siberry

Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah
Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica
Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla
Santa, Santos, Miroslaw, Vladimir
and all the rest 

a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries
and high above the church bells start to ring
and as the heaviness the body oh the heaviness settles in
somewhere you can hear a mother sing 

then it's one foot then the other as you step out onto the road
how much weight? how much weight?
then it's how long? and how far?
and how many times before it's too late? 

calling all angels calling all angels
walk me through this one
don't leave me alone
calling all angels calling all angels
we're cryin' and we're hurtin'
and we're not sure why... 

and every day you gaze upon the sunset
with such love and intensity
it's almost... it's almost as if...
if you could only crack the code
then you'd finally understand what this all means 

but if you could... do you think you would
trade in all the pain and suffering?
ah, but then you'd miss
the beauty of the light upon this earth
and the sweetness of the leaving 

calling all angels calling all angels
walk me through this one
don't leave me alone
callin' all angels callin' all angels
we're tryin' we're hopin'
we're hurtin' we're lovin'
we're cryin' we're callin'
because we're not sure how this goes


(Original collaboration with Wim Wenders film "Until The End Of The World". 
Later released on Jane's "When I Was A Boy" CD in 1993. Included duet with k.d. lang.)
This 'City' version recorded in 2000 in celebration of the new millennium, released on SHEEBA as a
single, used in 'Pay It Forward' film 2000 (Kevin Spacey, Helen Hunt)
Lyrics and music: Jane Siberry
Publishing: Wing-it Music/Sold For A Song (Universal/MCA Music Publishing

Musicians: Jane Siberry - vocals, piano, guitar, organ, percussion, samples/loops
Ken Myhr - guitars
Alex McMaster, Andrea Bettger, Pamela Bettger - strings
Quisha Wint, Kate Burgess, Christopher Rouse,
Rebecca Lundstrom, Dallas James, Peter Miller,
Jason Simmons - vocals

Nut Brown Maid

Collaboration with Michael Grey (bagpipes)
Recording:
Music and Lyrics: Traditional
Recording: untitled
Celtworks 2001

Musicians: Jane Siberry - vocals

All The Pretty Ponies

'Collaboration' with Barney (yes, the purple one)
Lyrics and Music: Traditional
Recording: Barney's Great Adventure -The Movie
Produced by: Jane Siberry
Executive Producer: Jan Rhees
Lyons Partnership Records 1998
Copyright: Super-Dee-Duper Music (SESAC)

Performed by: Jane Siberry

Innig

dark, dark bar
bright bright day
a man in a yellow suit
pushes his drink away 

he's looking at the bottles
lookin' at them real hard
he's lookin' at the bottles
oh, when those walls come tumbling down... 

feels someone near
feels someone pour it down
feels someone burn
feels something... 

he's looking at the bottles
lookin' at them real hard
he's looking at the bottles
oh, when those walls come tumbling down... 

ah, but there was not a time
when the walls came tumbling down
that the rush of brotherly love
pushing through the drug-induced generosity
of my veins like a pack of drunken hounds
begging and bobbing through the alleyways
of the long spiral down 

ah, there was not a time
that did not contain within all this
a glimpse of the devil leering at me
like there was some deep dark secret that we shared
not no way, no how, not now 

dark, dark bar
bright, bright day
the man in a yellow suit
stares at his water
stares at his water
stares at his water
water...
water...

Collaboration with Nigel Kennedy (Welsh violinist)
Recording: "Kafka"
Produced by: Nigel Kennedy and David Bottrill
EMI Records 1996
Lyrics and Music: Nigel Kennedy, Jane Siberry
Publishing: Copyright Control/ Wing-it Music

Musicians: Jane Siberry - vocals
Rory McFarlane - double bass
Rupert Brown - drums
Nigel Kennedy - piano

Spade And Sparrow

Collaboration with Takafumi Sotoma (Japan)
Recording: 'Backyard'
Produced by: Takafumi Sotoma
Lyrics and Music: Sotoma / Jane Siberry
Gemmatika Records 1999
Publishing: Road & Sky Music Publisher

Musicians: Jane Siberry - vocals
Tatsuya Suzuki - computer programming, keyboard, brush drums
Nobuo Nakahara -electric upright bass
Shunsuke Suzuki - electric & acoustic guitar
Takafumi Sotoma - synthesizer, sound effects, backing vocals

Narrow Bridge

Collaboration with Morgan Fisher
Words by Jane Siberry, adapted from the version of this poem, which
appears in Jane's, book "Swan" (Released by SHEEBA Records, Spring 1998)
Ambient background music by Morgan Fisher
Recording: Miniatures 2 (60 one-minute contributions by various artists
regarding the new millennium)
Cherry Red Records 2000

Musicians: Jane Siberry - vocals
Morgan Fisher - keyboards, sampler, programming
Spoken by: Jane Siberry

Slow Tango

by Jane Siberry

On the sixth day 
When the word came 
We began our journey 
We would not break the promise 
Lonely 
Hasten to the shoreline 
Just in time to see them sail away 

All the times when we lay sleepless 
And the weather made no sense 
Challenge your hands to capture 
These landscapes, holy days 
Landscapes of dunes and red skies 

There is only one horizon 
Rolling thunder 
This wilderness of longing 
Tangled up forever 
Hold me for a while my love 
I can hardly hear you 
Heal me, feel my love 

So I find your breast against mine 
Is this the slow tango? 
I have no regrets my love I let you press 
I forget the rest 
But I feel it like the rushing dove 
That beats against the hands of time 
With pounding heart... again 

Is this the slow tango? 
I have no regrets my love

The Kiss

Collaboration with Ghostland
Recording: Interview With An Angel
Produced by: Tim Oliver and John Reynolds
Lyrics and Music: Judee Sill
Instant Karma, UK, 2001
Publishing: Warner Chappell, North America

Musicians: Jane Siberry - vocals

Jacobs Ladder

We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
Children of the world 

Every round goes higher higher
Every round goes higher higher
Every round goes higher higher
Children, listen now 

Love will lift us higher higher
Love will lift us higher higher
Love will lift us higher higher
Children of the world 

We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
Children, listen now

All Through The Night

Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I my loving vigil keeping
All through the night 

While the moon her watch is keeping
All through the night
While the weary world is sleeping
All through the night
O'er thy spirit gently stealing
Visions of delight revealing
Breathes a pure and holy feeling
All through the night 

Though I roam a minstrel lonely
All through the night
My true harp shall praise sing only
All through the night
Love's young dream, alas, is over
Yet my strains of love shall hover
Near the presence of my lover
All through the night 

Hark, a solemn bell is ringing
Clear through the night
Thou, my love, art heavenward winging
Home through the night
Earthly dust from off thee shaken
Soul immortal shalt thou awaken
With thy last dim journey taken
Home through the night 

Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I my loving vigil keeping
All through the night

Pontchartrain  

O it was one fine morning
I bid New Orleans adieu
And took the road to Jackson Town
My fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money
No credit could I gain
Which had my heart a-longing
For the Lakes of Pontchartrain 

I stowed aboard a railroad car
Beneath the morning sun
And I rode the rails 'til eventide
'Til I finally lay me down
No stranger would befriend me
'Til a dark girl toward me came
And I fell in love with a Creole girl
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain 

I said 'My bonnie Creole lass,
My money 'tis no good
And if it weren't for the alligators
I'd sleep here in the wood'
'You're welcome here kind stranger
Our house is very plain
But we never turn a stranger out
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain' 

She took me into her mama's house
And treated me right well
The hair upon her shoulders
In jet black ringlets fell
To try to paint her beauty
'Twould surely be in vain
So handsome was my Creole lass
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain 

I asked her if she'd marry me,
She said that ne'er could be
For she had a lover
Who was far away at sea
She said that she would wait for him
And true she would remain
'Til he returned to his Creole lass
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain

So fare thee well, my Creole lass,
I'll ne'er see you no more
And I'll ne'er forget your kindness
In the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering
A flowing bowl I'll drain
I'll raise a glass to my Creole lass
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain
I'll raise a glass to my bonnie lass
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain

Streets Of Laredo

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy dressed up in white linen
Dressed up in white linen as cold as the clay 

He was a young cowboy in search of a homeland
He rode 'cross the ranges in search of a bride
His strength was his glory, so brave and so handsome
His weakness was gambling, his downfall was pride 

O beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
He's gone to his maker this fair windy day
Sing the hymns sweetly
And place the flowers softly
For the young cowboy that lies here today 

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy dressed up in white linen
Dressed up in white linen as cold as the clay.

As I Roved Out

As I roved out one bright May morning
To view the purple heather and flowers gay
Who should I spy but my own true lover
As she sat under yon willow tree
I took off my hat and I did salute her
I did salute her most courageously
When she turned around
And the tears fell from her eyes
Saying 'False young man, you have deluded me 

Three diamond rings for love I gave you
Three diamond rings to wear on your right hand
But the vows you made, love
You went and broke them
And married the lassie that had the land.' 

'If I married the lassie that had the land, my love
'Tis that I'll rue until the day I die
But when fortune calls few men can shun it
I was a blind fool was I' Now at night when I go to my bed of slumber
The thoughts of my true love run in my mind
When I turned around to embrace my darling
Instead of gold 'tis brass I find 

And I wish the Queen would call home her armies
From the West Indies, Americkay, and Spain
And every man to his homeland would run
And I in hope that we'd meet again 

Then I roved out one bright May morning...

False False Fly 

'O and where are you going?' said the False False Fly
To the lovely little child on the road
'I am going to my school,' said the lovely little child
She was only but seven years old 

'O what have you in your bag?' said the False False Fly
To the lovely little child on the road
'Me bread and me books,' said the lovely little child
She was only but seven years old 

'Will you come along with me?' said the False False Fly
To the lovely little child on the road
'No, I won't come with you,' said the lovely little child
She was only but seven years old 

'I will give you a ball,' said the False False Fly
To the lovely little child on the road
'Ah, but you'd be Lord of all,' said the lovely little child
She was only but seven years old 

'What is rounder than a ball?' said the False False Fly
To the lovely little child on the road
'The earth is rounder than a ball,' said the lovely little child
She was only but seven years old 

'What is higher than the sky?' said the False False Fly
To the lovely little child on the road
'Heaven is higher than the sky,' said the lovely little child
She was only but seven years old 

'What is deeper than the sea?' said the False False Fly
To the lovely little child on the road
'Hell is deeper than the sea,' said the lovely little child
She was only but seven years old 

Then he flew away in flames
Did the False False Fly
From the lovely little child on the road
'Twas the devil in disguise
Was the False False Fly'
Said the lovely little child on the road

The Water Is Wide

The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
And neither have I wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And two shall row, my love and I 

There is a ship that sails the sea
It's laden deep as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim 

And when we've come to life's sweet end
Two hearts which naught but death could part
Will we be wed in a life to come
Or must we lie, the water wide
Or must we lie fore'er apart? 

The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
And neither have I wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row
Two hearts shall flow
My love and I 

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot 

Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home 

I looked over Jordan and what did I see?
Comin' for to carry me home
A band of angels comin' after me
Comin' for to carry me home 

Swing low... 

Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down
Comin' for to carry me home
But still I know I'm heavenly bound
Comin' for to carry me home 

Swing low... 

If you get there before I do
Comin' for to carry me home
Tell all my friends that I'm a-comin' too
Comin' for to carry me home 

Now if I get there before you do
Comin' for to carry me home
I'll cut a hole and I'll pull you through
Comin' for to carry me home 

Ol Man River

Here we all work 'long the Mississippi
Here we all work while the white folks play
Pullin' them boats from the dawn 'til sunset
Gettin' no rest 'til the judgment day 

Don't look up, don't look down
You don't dare make the bossman frown
Bend your knees, bow your head
Pull that rope until you're dead 

Let me go 'way from the Mississippi
Let me go 'way from the white man boss
Show me that stream called the River Jordan
That's the ol' stream that I long to cross 

Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River
He don't say nothin', but he must know somethin'
He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along 

He don't plant taters and he don't plant cotton
And then what plants 'em are soon forgotten
But Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along 

You and me, we sweat and strain
Body all achin' and racked with pain
Tote that barge and lift that bale
You get a little drunk and you land in jail 

I gets weary and sick of tryin'
I'm tired of living but I'm scared of dyin'
And Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along
Ol' Man River...

O Shenandoah

Sail away, sail on out
'Cross the wide Missouri 

O Shenandoah I long to see you
Far away you rollin' river
O Shenandoah I long to see you
Away I'm bound away 'cross the wide Missouri 

Sail away, sail on out
'Cross the wide Missouri
O Shenandoah I am a rover
Far away you rollin' river
A-searchin' for the greenest clover
Away I'm bound away 'cross the wide Missouri 

So it's fare thee well, my love
I'm bound to leave you
Far away you rollin' river
But Shenandoah I'll ne'er deceive you
Tho' away I'm bound away 'cross the wide Missouri O Shenandoah I love your waters
Far away you rollin' river
O Shenandoah I long to see you
Away I'm bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri Sail away, sail on out
'Cross the wide Missouri

Slow Tango

by Jane Siberry

On the sixth day 
When the word came 
We began our journey 
We would not break the promise 
Lonely 
Hasten to the shoreline 
Just in time to see them sail away 

All the times when we lay sleepless 
And the weather made no sense 
Challenge your hands to capture 
These landscapes, holy days 
Landscapes of dunes and red skies 

There is only one horizon 
Rolling thunder 
This wilderness of longing 
Tangled up forever 
Hold me for a while my love 
I can hardly hear you 
Heal me, feel my love 

So I find your breast against mine 
Is this the slow tango? 
I have no regrets my love I let you press 
I forget the rest 
But I feel it like the rushing dove 
That beats against the hands of time 
With pounding heart... again 

Is this the slow tango? 
I have no regrets my love

Burning Ship

by Jane Siberry

Sixty thousand sheep on a burning ship
Sailing across the deep blue sea
And not a soul in sight
And the boiler room caught fire
And the men, the hired men
They set off signals
And nearby boats came by
And they rescued them
And off they went on their way
To South America from Australia 

Sixty thousand sheep
On the great, great blue sea
And not a soul in sight
For what purpose? For what purpose?

What great things happening on this planet
Huge clusters of animals going up in smoke
Two million cows in Great Britain
Gone in one month
Two million cows
Who can separate the cows from the people?

Two hundred elephants found in a clearing
Ghastly silence when they found them
Pregnant cows, baby elephants
And not a soul in sight
In one fell swoop

And then the swoop of swallows
As they gather in the fall
Getting ready to prepare to start to begin
To set upon their long, long flight
At what moment, Lord
At what precise moment
Do they decide?

When Last I Was A Fisherman

by Jane Siberry

When last I was a fisherman
I'd watch the storms rise up from the sea
And see it as a sign to me
That the sea was still my mistress
And teasing me for love

When last I was a fisherman
I'd watch the whale-fish blow
And rise up from the darkest deep real slow
And see it as a sign to me
That she was still my mistress
And teasing me for love

I never knew why she loved me
I never tried for her favour
I wouldn't have known how
I wouldn't have known how
And I didn't have the know-how
To heel and toe her, heel and toe her
I only knew that she was my mistress
And teasing me for love

When last I was a fisherman
I lay along the sea wall
My body pressed against
The blue of her occupation elsewhere
She was busy with the other boats
But I knew she'd turn her belly back to me
When she was free

When last I was a fisherman
I'd stand against the sea
My skiff adrift in ecstasy
The mast a-singing, the salt a-stinging
I'd see it as a sign to me
That she was still my mistress
And just teasing me for love

I never knew why she loved me...

When last I was a fisherman
I lay awake one night
Her cooing and raving nearby
And I waited in youthful eagerness
For the dawn's first hint of light
For my mistress to come
For she to come to me
I knew she was coming
I could feel her coming
And I waited and I waited
And I waited and I waited...
'Til I raised my voice unto the night
And only heard a baby's cry

I never knew why she loved me
I never tried for her favour
I wouldn't have known how
I wouldn't have known how
And I didn't have the know-how
To heel and toe her, heel and toe her
I only knew that she was my mistress
And teasing me for love 

When last I was a fisherman...

It Can't Rain All The Time

We walk the narrow path 
Beneath the smoking skies 
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference 
Between darkness and light 
Do we have faith in what we believe? 
The truest test is when we cannot see 

I hear pounding feet in the streets below 
And the women crying and the children know 
That there's something wrong 
It's hard to believe that love will prevail 

It won't rain all the time 
The sky won't fall forever 
And though the night seems long 
Your tears won't fall forever 

When I'm lonely I lie awake at night 
And I wish you were here, I miss you 
Can you tell me 
Is there something more to believe in? 
Or is this all there is? 

And the pounding feet in the streets below 
And a window breaks and a woman falls 
There's something wrong 
It's hard to believe that love will prevail 

It won't rain all the time... 

Last night I had a dream 
You came into my room 
You took me into your arms 
Whispering and kissing me 
And telling me to still believe 
(Within the emptiness of 
The burning cities against which 
We set our darkest of selves) 
Until finally I felt safe and warm 
I fell asleep in your arms 
And when I awoke I cried again 
For you were gone 
Can you hear me? 

It won't rain all the time...


Collaboration with Graeme Revell
From the 'Crow' movie soundtrack
Lyrics and Music: Jane Siberry and Graeme Revell
Produced by: Graeme Revell
Executive producers: Jeff Most, Jolene Cherry, Tom Carolan
Publishing: Atlantic Recording Corp/ WEA International

Musicians: Jane Siberry - vocals
Graeme Revell - rhythm programming, keyboards
Carl Verheyen - guitar
Mark Gasbarro - piano
Matthew Cooker - cello

I Paddle My Canoe

by Jane Siberry

Oh, I don't like the look of the look of today
A great grey cloud is coming our way
So I move through the streets on my own
A-huffing and a-puffing and feeling so alone

O Grandfather, Grandfather
Will you wake up?
Will you take up these threads?

O Grandmother, Grandmother
I am walking on such thin ice
I wonder how you feel?
And a fire is burning in the fireplace
And the windows crackle with rain
Feels so part of my place
So I leave my sleeping ancients
And I walk down the steps
And I move to the edge of the forest
Where I lay my heaviness...

Oh, where is my sweet puppy?
Oh, there you are
You're never far behind
Sometimes he seems like a little lamb
So I push off from the shore
I press my face against the watery place
I push off from the shore
My sweet dog and you
I paddle my canoe
Across the water and home to you.

Way back then, way back then
My Grandfather sleeping by the fire
Way back then, way back then
My Grandmother dreaming of desire
Way back then, way back there
My sweet family
I will return someday
But on this grey afternoon
There's something that I must obey
So I paddle my canoe out across the bay
The end of an endless day
My puppy and me
Across the water and home to thee. 

Adam And Eve

by Jane Siberry

I will have a cup of tea
I will wash the cup
I will place it on the dish-rack
I will wait for it to dry
I will have another cup of tea
I'll drink it up I'll wash the cup
I'll place it on the drainboard
I wonder if it's dry?

O give me a home
Where the buffalo roam
And the apples go rolling the other way.

There are ten neighbours
Walking up my driveway all dressed in black
Carrying carnations and waving recipes
And I tell each of them:
If I could only have everything they have
Then I know that I'd finally be happy

O give me a home
Did someone call the police?

And Adam would never have had
If he hadn't have had Eve.

Up The Loggin' Road

by Jane Siberry

I hate to see you go
You're goin' up the loggin' road
Bless my soul, it's starting to snow
I hate to see you go
You're goin' up the loggin' road
You're moving out so slow
Swing your partner doe-si-doe
Goodbye goodbye goodbye

Don't forget your hat, my love
I just won't have you goin' out
Looking like that, my love
Look out for the bears
There's going to be a lot of strangeness there
And whatever you do don't go to sleep
Don't lie down don't do the final thing 

Oh, and if I come looking for you
Up the loggin' road
And if I find you fallen down should I fall?
Should I kneel? Should I cover you?
Should I keep you from the cold?
Goodbye goodbye goodbye

What's that?
You say you forgot the sweet familiar?
Tears are a-clinking?
Yeah, it's getting pretty cold
And as you move up into the forest
As you move between the thin the trees
You'll be in good hands
You can do whatever you please
Anything you say, anything you do
Anything you say, anything you do
Goodbye goodbye goodbye

Goin' Down The River

by Jane Siberry


You're goin' down the river
You're a little boy on a little boat
And the white sheets are blowing
They're blowing like all get out
No one can stop you now
No one can muss your hair
No one can criticize
No one can tell you lies
You can do whatever you want
You can say whatever you like
You can wear whatever you want
Your shirt is plaid, your pants are striped

This ain't no dying of the light
This ain't no final boarding call
This ain't no swan song
This is the promise of all
'Cuz you're going down the River of Life

You're a little boy on a little raft
And the white sheets are streaming back
There's figures on the riverbank
They're all apologizing
But you don't have to worry now
You don't have to listen to them
You can say whatever you want
You can be whoever you like
You're free now you're free now
You can do whatever you like
Your shirt is plaid, your pants are striped

This ain't no dying of the light...

The river's going faster
Hey Huck, hold onto your hat
You'd better look out now
No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that
The flying fish are flying up
Flying up for you to see
There's bear on the riverbank
Fishing for those flying fish
Wishing for those flying fish
Don't you love those flying fish?
You're free now you're free now
You can say whatever you like

This ain't no dying of the light
This ain't no final boarding call
This ain't no swan song
This is the promise of all
'Cuz you're going down the River of Life
Goodbye goodbye goodbye 

First Word

by Jane Siberry

In the beginning there was the word
And the word was sent through a thousand different telephone lines
And became garbled and distorted.
And so began the long process of sorting out
The wheat from the chaff
The milk from the whey
The truth from the lies
The night from the day.
Xylem and phloem
Flotsam and jetsam
David and Goliath
Donner and Blitzen. 

Freedom Is Gold

by Jane Siberry

Nobody ain't telling me
what I can or cannot do.
Freedom is a choice and freedom is gold.
Taking full responsibility
for sinking or swimming.
But what are you gonna do about money?
Well, I can do just fine with less. What if you fail? Well, I hadn't
thought about that. But I guess as long as it's an interesting ride that's
alright. But what if people don't like what you do? Fuck 'em?
Freedom is a choice and freedom is gold.

Hotel Room 417

by Jane Siberry

Hey baby, I'm in town and I thought I'd give you a call.
Maybe we could get together, have dinner, go to a show,
maybe go to a museum, an art gallery, get to know each other,
slowly, over time. Don't be nervous, baby.

I'm not.
And... No, thanks.

Hotel du Vie, how can I help you? Room 417, please. 

Yeah? 

Hi. I'm coming down to your hotel. We've got to talk. Buy condoms.

(Tim helps singers find their note.)

I'm startin' at zero ...

I've come to your hotel room looking like a boy, no makeup, my hair's a mess, I don't want to be coy. I'm here to present something to you and to see how you feel about it. It's now or we're through. I'm not looking to make friends. I'm not interested in who you are or getting to know you, going to art galleries or museums. I just want to know if we can make good loving together and get out of here if we can't.

I find that time is just speeding by and I just don't have time for having my time speedin' by and thieves keep eatin' my time.

I'm startin' at zero ...

So how do you feel about it? How do you feel about me arriving here with just one goal? The goal being the possibility of going straight to soul-to-soul? And there's only way that I'll know if we can meet there. It's to touch me. Touch me. 

Hmm. Yeah, that'll do alright. Okay stop. I want to double-check Touch me. Yeah... What room is this?

Straight to the heart ...
I'm startin' at zero ...
This is how I choose to live my life.

Okay, so I didn't say it too well but the intent that I came to your hotel room with is one of respect for you. Coming from a place of respect to another human being. Being straight ahead, not playing those games. I don't want to do the dance. You picked the wrong girl... I'm startin' at zero...

Foecke

by Jane Siberry


(an interpretation of the origin of the word 'fuck') 

In the beginning he was a baby just like any other baby,
my little son, Foecke. 

Who would have known, in the beginning, looking at his tiny unprotected frame, that one day he would grow into the large, granitine form, the primordial eye-of-the-elephant through which humanity would send their anger out through as many languages as there are languages, through the primordial eye-of-the-elephant out into the universe. 

A baby like any other baby.
A child like any other child.
A boy like any other boy. 

Until about grade three. And then things began to change. My little Foecke. It began in the schoolyard. Small outrages building up into larger outrages in the childish systems. But these children were too young to pull down the words that they needed to send their inarticulateness out into the greater schoolyard. 

Then, in one collective moment, they noticed my son, Foecke.
And they nicknamed him. 

And so began the story of Fuck. 

And with each intonation of his nickname, my little son, Foecke, (Fuck) generated into a larger more generous being. His muscles became more defined. His eye became stronger and more constant. And his back grew wide like a stairway to heaven. 

And with every 'Fuck' that reached his labyrinthine ears his giantness extended into lumbering and constancy and tank-like purpose. 

And as their childish rage grew into men's rage they gravitated towards my son, Fuck. Clambering to be lifted up and to have their anger harmlessly sent out into the universe through his great primordial eye-of-the-elephant. 

And Foecke, (Fuck), that slow-moving son of mine, the gentle giant, obliged them all. He never said no. He allowed their inarticulate rage to be exhumed in his name, their impotence pressed against the comfort of his broad and constant back. 

And as the ever-expanding distortions of wisdom and truth triggered even more rage throughout the world, throughout as many languages as there are languages, the Word spread like wildfire. Fuck would accept everyone. None would be turned away. All could send out their most important message just by calling upon his name. He would only grunt gently as he bent to take you on. 

And people came from far and wide and they were not necessarily healed but they were not killed either. 

In the beginning there was Foecke.

Flirtin' Is A Flo-Thing

by Jane Siberry

Flirtin' is a flo-thing...

I like to keep the fires hot
I like to keep the coals a-glowin'
I like to keep the furnace a-burnin'
I like to keep the engine a-hummin'
To take home to my baby. (Or not). 

Flirtin' is a flo-thing...

I like to flirt with men
I like to flirt with women
I like to flirt with old folks, young folks
I think I even like to flirt with trees
I like to flirt with rocks, birds, bees
I like to flirt with a good plate of linguini
I like to flirt with a good suit,
double-stitched, good linen.
I guess that what I'm saying
what I'm gettin' at is
I like to flirt with everything

I like to keep the fires hot...

Flirtin' is a flo-thing...

Grace Hospital

by Jane Siberry

I'm walkin' down the corridor of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital. I'm gonna make it to the end. I'm gonna smoke a cigarette. The cigarette is my only friend. 

I can hear my slippers a-slappin'. I can feel my gown a-flappin'. I've got my whole being set into making it to the end of the seventh floor corridor of the Grace Hospital. 

These are my people. Hello Joe, how ya doin'? Don't I take good care of you, Joe? Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? What? No, I don't have your mail! I'm not the friggin' mailman. I'm going to make it to the end. And when I make it to the end I will smoke my cigarette. They make it very hard to smoke here but I've got it all figured out: they make it hard and that builds up your strength and then they want you to check out. 

There's a man in traffic below. He's all revved up with nowhere to go. He's a-cursin' and a-swearin' and watchin' the rain drops roll, roll down his windshield. He's stuck in rush hour traffic and he's sayin', "Oh I shoulda bought that farm in the country. I woulda been home by now. I woulda been milkin' cows and sloppin' pigs and sayin' benign things to my benign wife instead of sittin' here lookin' up the tailpipe of someone I do not even know and probably wouldn't like. And lookin' up at the face at the end of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital." 

I'm walking down the corridor of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital. Everything's green here, like a green nightmare. They come every Thursday morning. They spend an hour in the boardroom making decisions like this, they say: "Oh yes. Green like the grass! Like the trees! That'll make everyone brighten up and feel so happy, make 'em feel so pleased!" 

Well, I'm so pleased that when I get out of here I'm gonna write fuckin' greeting cards tellin' everyone how sweet it is here. Green. It just reminds everybody of their own shit and their own puke and oh, the blonde she pats her hair and she tastes aluminum chlorohydrate on her fingertips and oh... 

"Daniel!" Yes? "Would you come into the office please." 

I'm walkin' down the corridor of the Grace Hospital. I'm gonna look out at the rain, at the sweet, sweet rain... 

There's a man in traffic below... instead I'm sitting here in rush hour traffic lookin' up the tail pipe of someone I do not know and probably would not even like and watchin' this face at the end of the seventh floor corridor of the Grace Hospital lookin' out at the goddamn rain. 

I'm walkin' down the corridor. I'm startin' to get withdrawal but I'm gonna make it to the end. I can feel my gown a-flappin' and I can hear my slippers a-slappin'. Hello Mrs. Bergman. No, I don't have the goddamn mail! And if you don't keep your dog tied up, I'm gonna have the dog catcher come. I don't care if you're ninety years old and he's sixteen and you've been together all this time. He's gonna take him away. Don't ask me for the mail. "Daniel, will you come into the office!" 

I'm walking down the corridor of the Grace Hospital. Me and my bride. There's gonna be a wedding today. I'm feeling so happy inside. Oh me and my rolling bride. Here we go hand in hand, needle in arm, she is my only friend. 

When I get to the end I will look out at the traffic below and I will smile sort of sweetly and tilt my head and everyone will look up and think that I'm lookin' out at the rain as if it's the sweetest thing I've ever seen. 

The Grace Hospital is a terminal hospital and everybody knows that and... and maybe that's why the food's so bad and... and can I see your fucking boarding passes please... oh! 

Last night someone came into my room and they took my bag of sugar water and they must have changed it for some strange potion 'cuz now I feel like I'm floatin' on some strange ocean... 

There's a man in traffic below...

Instead I'm sittin' here in traffic lookin' up at this white balloon at the end of a liquid string at the end of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital. Lookin' out at the goddamn rain like it's the sweetest thing that he's ever seen." 

O I'm gonna save myself... I'm running down the corridor of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital. Me and my family, come on everybody! We're heading down the runway. We're gonna kick this thing. Come on Mrs. Bergman. There'll be so much mail! I'm taking off of the runway. I'm moving out into the rain. Out into the rain.

Out into the sweet goddamn sweet goddamn rain.

You Say I Say

by Jane Siberry

YOU SAY you are standing alone in the middle of a vast emptiness that stretches as far as you can see. There are no signs of life. Only a grainy blue sea that moves around you like some kind of drunken ocean. Around you but not me. The word you used, I believe, was... desolate. 

I SAY you are in a waiting room full of people. Your mother is talking to the woman at the desk. And on the bench under the clock is an Italian family. They all have brown eyes. They are looking at us. 

YOU SAY you are standing alone in a barren landscape. You have scanned the blue emptiness countless times and found nothing. You have raised your voice to the ceiling of the vast expanse and it has held no recognition. 

I SAY you are in a waiting room full of people. And I am holding your right hand. We are all watching the woman at the desk. Her shoes sigh as she moves about. It is exactly 3:10 in the morning. 

YOU SAY you are standing alone. What is this loneliness that you feel. What is this loneliness that you cannot seem to shake? 

YOU SAY you are standing alone in the blue tinge of an unfixed photo. And the only voices you hear are grainy and urgent and grate across your soul in a series of moving lines like sandbars. You have stopped calling out because you called out and your voice never came back. 

And I SAY you are in a waiting room full of people. We are all looking at the clock. And now the woman at the desk is speaking to your mother. The Italian family is looking at you. I go to the window and look out at the darkness.

Mimi Speaks

by Jane Siberry

There is a girl out on the sea
Floating on a pink surfboard
With a picnic lunch and parasol
Sitting there like a typical girl

You don't know me but I've been watching you all day. I thought that by ignoring you perhaps you'd go away. I thought it was just too much sun as I faced out across the bay. Hearing all these voices telling me how to spend my day. 

Then I turned around and I saw you standing there. Talking all this time. Talking like you care. It's been ten years and you haven't gone away. So I'm finally speaking up. It's time to have my say. 

First of all, my name isn't Mimi. It's Ruth.
Ruth-Mimadoni-Castradicus-Phaterpithecus-Triumvatini.
And I come from a family of ten children. A tomboy. The youngest. I learned to fight before I learned to walk. To fight for my place in a space without grace. All cannons open by the age of two. By six I ruled the schoolyard. By fourteen I ruled the shopping malls.
Loud. Active. Restless. Arrogant. Aggressive. And STRONG. 

I couldn't understand these flimsy things called 'teenage girls'. They scattered before me like ineffective dolls. So I bullied them even more in my consternation. Trying to make them break out. Trying to beat them into consciousness. 

And then one day, I was working on this little bit of a thing. Trying to whip her into three dimensions. She was shaking and looking confused. Way beyond her ken. I was just about to give her one last kick, when all of a sudden, she got real silent. 

I mean, REAL silent. 

And from somewhere faraway, someone called my name. RUTH-MIMADONI-CASTRADICUS-PHATERPITHICUS-TRIUMVATINI. And a pink surfboard was handed to me. And a voice said "her name will be Mimi". And they gently urged me forward to the edge of the water. 

And we moved out onto the sea, Mimi and me. And the language between us was wordless and hung in the air. And I spent a lot of time thinking about chains that bound the others but not me. And then I started to feel so trapped by feeling oh-so-free. 

And somedays I hated the pink. I HATED the pink. Pink for weakness and girls and little posies. Pink for subjugation, oppression, asexuality, moral shrivenness, ignorance, and painted toesies. 

And yet it's pink that is my friend out here. Out on the sea that I'm learning to fear. Pink that's showing me the way. Learning how to NOT have my say. To hear what YOU might have to say. 

(Stand up, Mimi. Stand up). 

And so you're saying 'stand up' to a natural athlete.
It's MUCH harder for me to sit here feeling oh-so-incomplete. 

Something strange occurred
On the local beach that day
One girl paddled out to sea
The other slowly walked away.

Last Word

by Jane Siberry

In the beginning there was the word.
And the word was sent through a thousand different telephone lines and became garbled and distorted.
And so began the long process of sorting out the wheat from the chaff
the milk from the whey
the truth from the lies
the night from the day.

Xylem and Phloem.
Flotsam and Jetsam.
David and Goliath.
Donner and Blitzen. 

In the end there was still the word
Was it still the same word?

Barkis Is Willin'

by Jane Siberry

So I'm walking down the road
No one else will take my load
So I will Everyone is laughing, baby.

And everyone is patting their own backs
But every stone and every stick
And every bone
And every halfhearted
But at least half-attempted half-truth
Will come back to stand with you
When you're alone 

There is one thing I forgot to tell you
There is one thing I forgot to say
But if I have the guts to say it
I'm afraid the place where we go to get lost
Would get lost 

And so I'm walking down the road
I'm crying, baby
I walked all the way to Whitby
People honk at me.
I shake my fist, sometimes give them the finger
I don't know why I always lie to you 

Caravan

by Jane Siberry

O it was a snowy night
The caravan traveling across the desert land
The stars were hanging heavy
In the absence of light
And you were there and I
And something in our hearts
Told us to keep on moving
Because there was something about that star
That Star...

How far is the nearest place to kneel?
How far is the nearest throne?
How far can you go with only a dream?
With only a hope?
You take the vision and you hold it steady
Right ahead of you
Across the ranges across the plains
The desert land the gaze of strangers
That is how... Hold It Steady

There was always someone who would
Take the children and keep them entertained
There was always someone who would
Lay down their work to play the children's games
There was always someone
Who would know how things worked
They'd say... There. Where? Over there.

And now as we sit on the steps
At the side of the square
There are three wise men sitting in their chairs
If anyone wants to know
Which way any of us should go
They will hold they will contain
They will cup the refrain
Hold It Steady - Take The Vision
Hold It Steady
Right ahead of you right between the eyes. THAT is how.

O it was a snowy night and our caravan 
Moved along through this yet unholy land
You were there and I was there
Two desert boys - we did not understand
We only knew that something grand
Was happening - that Star - that night.

Wildwood Carol

Sing O the wild wood, the green holly
The silent river and barren tree
The humble creatures that no man sees
Sing O the wild wood
A weary journey one winter's night
No hope of shelter, no rest in sight
Who was the creature that bore Mary?
A simple donkey

And when they came into Bethl'hem town
They found a stable to lay them down
For their companions that Christmas night
An ox and an ass

And then an angel came down to earth
To bear the news of the Saviour's birth
The first to marvel were shepherds poor
And sheep with their lambs
Sing O the wild wood

What Is This Fragrance Softly Stealing 

What is this lovely Fragrance stealing
Shepherds, that fills the winter air?
Never was sweetness so appealing
Never were flowers of spring so fair
What is this lovely Fragrance stealing
Shepherds, that fills the winter air?
What is this Light so fair, so tender
Breaking upon our wond'ring eyes
Never the Morning Star so radiant
Followed his course o'er eastern skies
What is this Light so fair, so tender
Breaking upon our wond'ring eyes?

What is this Wonder all around us
Filling the air with Music light?
Shepherds! Some magic here hath found us
Never mine ears knew such delight
What is this Wonder all around us
Filling the air with Music light?

What is this lovely Fragrance stealing?
Shepherds! It sets my heart astir
Never was sweetness so appealing
Never were flowers of spring so fair
What is this lovely Fragrance stealing?
Shepherds! it sets my heart astir

Shir Amami 

I look into the well 
In the light of the morning sun 
Perhaps within the jug I draw 
I'll find the bliss of yesterday 

Oh fill my jug up for me 
Oh fill it up for me 
fill it with happiness 
Oh fill it to the brim 
The flocks have quenched their thirst 
Now quench mine 
I am as the lonely palm 
In the hills of Canaan 
My heart calls out 
But only the south wind responds


Collaboration with Frank London
Recording: Festival of Light (compilation)
Produced by: Robert Duskis , Bob Appel
Lyrics and Music: Traditional
Six Degrees Records, US 1996
Publishing: Psycho Freylekh Music (BMI) / Wing-it Music (SOCAN)

Musicians: Jane Siberry - vocals
Lorin Sklamberg - intro back up vocals
Don Byron - clarinet
David Torn - guitar
Simon Sheheen - violin
Erik Friedlander - cello
Glen Velez - frame drums, percussion

New Years Baby

by Jane Siberry

I was there when you were born.

I was there when you started your descent down, deep down, into the vortex of your mother.

I was there when you, in your own exquisite timing, continued your descent
down, deep down into the primordial channel of your mother. I was there
when you, in your own exquisite timing, reflected, as the moon, the ancient
song of the universe. Pushing, pausing... pushing, pausing... testing for
dilation in your mother's womb. Pushing again... pausing again... A woman's
voice speaking to your mother. Bear down now... wait... bear down now...
wait.

I was there when you, in your own exquisite timing, verified the reverse
path of the kundalinic serpent, your mortal coil twisting towards the gateway of life.

And I was there when you, in your own exquisite timing, came bursting
forth, bursting forth! Clinging for dear life to the back of the tyger of
rippling muscles and gushing waters!

And I was there! My hands shaking and my heart pounding as I tried to film
your arrival for your parents, hoping to God that I wasn't shooting the
laundry basket.

And I was there when you, in your own exquisite timing, came to a full stop
into the loving cup of your mother's hands.

Facing us all with the unblinking 360-degree stillness of a little old
blind man.

And I was there when they bound and swaddled you in white linen.
White, the colour of truth.

And it is I that found you this week in your apartment. Your sixteen years
now cupped within the tangle of your own bruised arms and record
collection. And it is I that bound and swaddled your wrists in white linen.
White, the colour of truth.

And it is I who sits beside you in this quiet room, as you face, with
unblinking stillness, the privacy curtain... you looking younger now than
when you were born.

And it is I that is remembering for you how hard you fought to gain entry
to this life... is remembering for you the long descent down, deep down
into the vortex of your mother... is remembering for you the strength and
fierceness with which you ensured your entrance to this world... a rite of
passage so deliberately difficult that all other trials would be acceptable
by comparison.

I am here because I was there. And I am here because I know you are giving
birth to yourself again. And I am here because I am not fooled by the drugs
and defiant posters. I am here as a figure of recognition as you push and
pause, push and pause through your sixteen years. Dilating your soul until
once again, in your own exquisite timing, the life force will flicker,
flare up behind the gateway of your uncomprehending eyes, sending the
recognition of self rushing forward, clinging for dear life to the back of
the tyger of rippling muscles and gushing waters.

And I am here, telling you, over and over again, the story of your birth.
For you will be born again and again. Even as you gather yourself beneath
yourself. Even as you gather yourself beneath yourself to send your force
forth once more. Well beyond your sixteen years.

I was there when you were born.
I was there when you started your descent down, deep down into the
primordial vortex of your mother.

And I was there
When your triumphant cry
Rang out upon the world
Like a symphony of bells.

An Angel Stepped Down

by Jane Siberry

come on baby come on give me

come give your love to me again
and send me across the water 

an angel stepped down
touched lightly to the ground
me and my friend
we stared at her soul an angel:
IS THERE SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVEN'T SAID?

come on baby come on give me
someone help me someone help me
someone help me someone help me


an angel:
I'M HOLDING YOU

come give your love to us again
and send us across the water 

an angel stepped down...
and slowly looked around
we stared at her soul 

an angel:
IS THERE SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVEN'T SAID?

I believe... I believe that love... I believe
that love is the only thing
...the only thing that can heal... us all
...is equal to... the love... you make
the love you take
the love you make
the love you take
and so we give and give and give again 

an angel stepped down...
touched lightly to the ground
we stared at his... soul
an experiment in longing 

come on baby come on give me
someone help us someone help us


an angel:
WE'RE HOLDING YOU

I BELIEVE THAT LOVE IS THE ONLY THING
THAT WILL HEAL US ALL

an angel:
IS NO ONE ASKING FOR THIS DANCE?
WERE YOU NOT ASKING FOR THIS CHANCE?
COME ON ... (I can't)
COME ON! (I... I can't)
COME ON
COME ON!

come give your love again again... 

In The Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter long ago

Angels and Archangels may have gathered there
Cherubim and Seraphim thronged the air
But His mother only in her maiden bliss
Worshiped the Beloved with a kiss

What can I give Him poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb
If I were a Wise Man I would do my part
Yet what I can I give Him?
Give my heart

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
If I were a Wise Man I would do my part
Yet what I can I give Him?
Give my heart 

Lyrics: Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894)
Music: Gustavus Theodor Holst (1874-1934), 1906
Using the additional melody line of Harold Darke that was incorporated into the original work of Holst.

Maria Wanders Through The Thorn

by Jane Siberry

Maria wanders through the thorn
That seven years no bloom has borne
Jesus and Maria

As with the Child she passes near
Red roses on the thorn appear
Jesus and Maria

The Valley

by Jane Siberry

I live in the hills
You live in the valleys
And all that you know are these blackbirds
You rise every morning wondering
What in the world will the world bring today?
Will it bring you Joy or will it take it away?
And every step you take is guided by
The love of the light on the land
And the blackbird's cry
You will walk in good company

The valley is dark
The burgeoning holding
The stillness obscured by their judging
You walk through the shadows
Uncertain and surely hurting
Deserted by the blackbirds
And the staccato of the staff
And though you trust the light
Towards which you wend your way
Sometimes you feel all that you wanted
Has been taken away
You will walk in good company

I love the best of you
You love the best of me
Though it is not always easy
Lovely? Lonely?
We will walk in good company
The Shepherd upright and flowing you see...

Are You Burning, Little Candle

by Jane Siberry

Are you burning, little Candle?
High upon the Christmas tree
Symbol of a new beginning
Faith and hope and sweet release
Remind us of the children's faces
Full of wonder and surprise
Of the laughter in their voices
The sweetness in their eyes
When they wake up in the morning
With the feeling in their heart
That there's joy in the air
And they know that they're a part
Shine your light on me, little Candle

Are you shining, little Star?
Shining in the skies above
Lift us up into the heavens
Symbol of the light of love
Are you spinning, little Dreidel?
Spinning tales of long ago
Spinning past the little cradle
Tell us what we used to know

Remind us...

Are you watching, little Angel?
High above the Christmas tree
Angels all around the world
Hear us as we pray for peace

Remind us...

Are you listening, little Pine Tree? 

The Squirrel Crossed The Road

by Jane Siberry

the squirrel crossed the road
like a ribbon on a fan
and the afternoon cicada
threw a spell across this land
and the waves rolled off the Georgian rocks
and threw a friend upon the sand oh, None

now I understand
that the searching never stops
until you have a man in mind
second booth the King's Head
leave the ordinary men behind
go ask them to play
all the glorious love songs they can find

as for you, Dewar
now I understand
that the searching never stops
until you have a drink in hand
drinking to your gloom
in the slow-whirl licensed room
ah, yes - she was lovely
you told us (many times)
'neath the moon 

the squirrel crossed the road
like a ribbon on a fan... 

oh Madam
now I understand
that the searching never stops
until things are out of hand
then you jump up to heaven
pull down the wrath of God
you're alive when men are falling down
suspended when they're not

and oh Thomas
now I understand
that the searching never stops
until you are a man
whether early morning hunting deer
or women in the sand
that measured raging overdrive
makes you feel alive
a man 

the squirrel crossed the road
like a ribbon on a fan... 

oh Sal
now I understand
that the searching never stops
until you're in a foreign land
haunting yourself at Delphi
or melting in Lausanne
or good times in Marbella
(yes - you have a lovely tan)

and Oh Little One
now I understand
that your searching never stops
until you leave your head
you want peace
thank God you laugh at what your friends said
they said - barefoot in the Himalayas
he'll just find his feet have spread
but in you I have greatest faith

the squirrel crossed the road
like a ribbon on a fan
and the afternoon cicada
threw a spell across this land
and the waves rolled off the Georgian rocks
and threw a friend upon the sand

Let's Not Talk Now

by Jane Siberry

I can see the sweetness on your face
you don't know I'm looking
under the light of the moon
I know you're alive in the blackness of the pine

in the paleness of the moon
you offer me a silver spoon
you offer me arms to take up
you offer me arms to wake up in
and we'll put pain away
sing the heavens to sleep
ah - let's not talk now
didn't know the birds woke so early
didn't know the dawn was so beautiful
didn't know didn't know didn't know
I didn't know 

I can see the patience on your face
you don't know what it means to me
when I get weepy or when I get mad
I'm not very cool in the blackness of the pine

in the paleness of the moon
you offer me a silver spoon
you offer me arms to take up
you offer me arms to wake up in
and we'll put pain away
sing the heavens to sleep
ah - let's not talk now
didn't know the birds woke so early
didn't know the dawn was so lovely
didn't know didn't know didn't know
I didn't know 

oh - you keep me laughing at the world
and the more I laugh the more I understand
and the more I understand the more I love
and I'm always out of breath
half the time I'm out of breath 

in the blackness of the pine
in the paleness of the moon
you offer me your love
and my love comes back to you

Song To My Father

by Jane Siberry

(the first song Jane wrote, 16) 

flashes of warmth
golden summers
sparkling winters

walking with Daddy on Sundays
hand in hand - heart in heart
hand in hand - heart in heart

lift me up on the pony again, Daddy
don't leave me alone in the dark
swing me on your leg again

Daddy - why did they take the horse to the factory?
dry your tears and you can watch TV.
with your Mommy and me
between Mommy and me

I know it's late, Daddy
but I can't get to sleep
I'm sorry that I was so bad today
I'm sorry that I made you so mad today
come tuck me in again, okay

bubbles and squeak?
I hear you Daddy
Daddy? I want to be your little girl again

in the linden tree
in the apple tree
my book, my blue dog and me
watching the leaves making shadows
on the next page

well, Daddy - I'm a big girl now
and do you love me as much?
I can tie my own shoelaces now
but I still need you
I know a lot more answers now
but I still need you
I can stand on my own feet now
but I still love you

and Daddy... I want to be your little girl again

Broken Birds

by Jane Siberry

holding your amber to the light
I see centuries of you
and you find me kind
you find me tall
you find me crazy like you
and while I fight my own words
you're off saving those broken birds
sometimes I wonder if you'll survive

we are kindred spirits but not kindred people
in this world for now
we are both too strong we are both too weak
we are both too young
so you go sing your songs
and I'll go sing mine
but I never really go away
no, I never really go away 

I know you hear me
you always hear me
on the run to the sun
your kind will get far
if you don't burn 

I hear the echo of our voices
hopeful in the church of the morning sun
asking - how far away from love are we?
are we far enough to keep us apart?
oh, I really really really don't know 

you said - come to the window
I said - no you don't
 

we promised we'd never sing of pain or of losing
or how beautiful people look when they are dying
but clichés come so easily
and your tears run through me again and again
forget those broken birds
forget those broken birds 

I know you hear me
you always hear me
on the run to the sun
your kind will get far
if you don't burn 

holding your amber to the light
I see centuries of you...

Puppet City

by Jane Siberry

I couldn't believe it
when you said you didn't care
if people used you
or people stole from you
you said - nothing lasts forever
nothing to do with you
then you say 

come to me if you can be quiet
come little one
if you can be still
you say - there's so much more to do
than get caught up on every issue
it's puppet city out there truly 

I couldn't believe it
when you said you had no feelings
of love or hate or anything dramatic
not jealousy or pride
you said you'd set these things aside
then you say 

come to me... 

I couldn't believe it
when you said I had been programmed
to miss you when you go away
to be indignant when you stay away
to worry about things the proper length of time
well-taught emotionally 

girl does this - tell her it's wrong
that's the thing to do
girl does that - tell her it's wrong
that's the thing to do
if you love them you need them
so stop trying to free them
that's the thing to do
that's not the thing to do 

I couldn't believe it
when you said you needed no one
you're a stubborn man
I think you're antisocial
whatever that is
you're supposed to care about your brother
it's not right to be so cold

come to me if you can be quiet
come little one
if you can be still
you say - there's so much more to do
than get caught up on every issue
it's puppet city out there truly

Oh My Sister

by Jane Siberry

oh my sister
what did you say to them
you've got to use a little tact
leave out words like "bombs", "gurus", or "India"
you wont set the world on fire
if you separate yourself from them like that

oh my sister
you are so critical
how did you ever get this hard
he only wanted to kiss you
and when he couldn't "score"
he told his friends
and now all the boys are afraid of you

of us all you were most modest
even though you were last to lower your hem
throw your jeans out the window
put them on behind the fence
oh I laugh - you put such feeling
into your indifference

oh my sister
you don't know why I love you it could be
the untouchable innocence
that I see in you sometimes
or the loss that I feel
when you pass through my mind
or maybe because I'm supposed to

oh my sister
where are you living now
you left "nirvana" as your forwarding address
well - that's very funny from a mile and a half
but up close at home it's not like that
why don't you send us a letter

oh my sister... 

The Long Pirouette

by Jane Siberry

sun shine on the moon shine on the lake
moon shine on the snow shine on my face
winter birds go in and out the stars
Okanagan arrowheads under lace
my shining skates still on the ground

silver web go across the mountain top
mountains lift the hem of the horizon
pinholes in the black
some call them stars
call a little louder - they will answer you 

my shining skates burst into stars
it is a long pirouette
that sends me through
this shining night 

sun shine on the moon shine on the lake
velvet comes when all the edges are erased
hang out the night it is much rounder here
roll off the night onto the ice
my shining skates still on the ground

crease the earth- the snow fall out of sight
soft midnight herds go cross the valley
valley deepen so there comes a lake
lake go to ice so I can skate 

my shining skates burst into stars
it is a long pirouette
that brings me through
this shining night

Bessie

by Jane Siberry

I'm going to take a rope
and put it over her shoulders
and head for the river
and practice on boulders
and when she's real good
I'm going to build a big ramp
and me and that bovine
gonna vacate this camp 

fly now
across the hills
everyone's watching
gonna give them a thrill 

so pound up that ramp
your hooves sound like thunder
I'm Zeus - you're Pegasus
we're a six-legged wonder
it's our key to success
we'll be famous world over
I'll make lots of money
and you'll have sweet clover 

fly now
across the sky
fetlocks a-flappin'
it's just you and I 

and I won't tell the airforce about my schemes
I know they'd abuse you for their flying machines
and the farmers will curse me
when their cows take off from the fields
no meat for their markets
no milk for their meals 

fly now
across the hills
everyone's watching
gonna give them a thrill so don't let me down
oh, bovine be risen
come on, sweet Bessie
be just like my vision
don't back away Bessie
if you pull I'll push
and we'll weave a nice sine wave
up over the bush 

fly now
across the hills
fetlocks a-flappin'
the earth's standing still
fly now
up in the sky
Bessie sweet Bessie
it's just you and I

We Should Be There By Morning

by Jane Siberry

look at me, babe, look at me
am I special or not?
I love you do you love me?
am I special or not?

I'm combing your words for compliments
am I special or not?
I love you do you love me?
am I special or not? 

we should be there by morning
we've done so well so far
we should be there by morning
we've done so well so far
won't we? 

I woke one night in Wales
and this cow was bellowing across the hills
I didn't know you then
but I felt the same loss 

we should be there by morning
we've done so well so far
we should be there by morning
we've done so well so far
don't we? 

I don't want the hurt to leave
just through time or a new man's faith
I want the hurt to leave
because my heart's a better place

so I'm gonna stand here in this empty room
and wait for it to come
I'm never going to leave this room
until we all are one 

we should be there by morning
we've done so well so far
we should be there by morning
we've done so well so far 

we love don't we?
we love don't we?
we love don't we?

Viking Heart

by Jane Siberry

Can you see who it might be?
Tell old man to ring the bell
Climb the steps up from the sea
Strange and dark and very tall

Can you see who it might be?
Visitors-they are so few
Head so proud but curls so free
Looks like someone I once knew 

David of the Viking heart
Glitter of the sea
It couldn't
It wouldn't
It daren't be 

The men they see him up the coast
At the drinking house of Morley Arms
Hails the sea with every toast
and he hails the ladies with his charms

All the ladies he does love
Each day I saw his bosom swell
He's not like me - I love but one
And I love that one and I know him well 

Ah - but all the love
In the world was not enough
So I couldn't
I wouldn't
I daren't say no 

David how you made me feel
Every crack in every wall
Climb above the traps of man
Shout above the sirens call

But now the siren's all you hear
Shamed and dizzy you can't stop
All the things we used to fear
Are you spinning - little top? 

The strangeness of it all
Is you know yourself so well
But you couldn't
You wouldn't
You daren't say no 

Signs of you - they disappeared
Poems and candles - I don't need
Flowers that you brought to me
Fell into a book I never read

I cut my hair off like a man
Too much trouble and what's more
It was tarnished by your hand
Gone my hair... into a drawer 

I said - should you leave?
And you - you just agreed
So we couldn't
We wouldn't
We daren't say no 

Now I have been a woman true
Taking all that life does send
I thought I could love just you
But the heart does sway and the body does bend

Tales of you sometimes they come
I smile and nod quite naturally
My thoughts so rarely to you run
I watch the glitter of the sea

*****

Can you see who it might be?
Tell old man to ring the bell
Climb the steps up from the sea
I cannot see - I know him well 

David of the Viking heart
Glitter of the sea
It couldn't
It wouldn't
It daren't be

When Spring Comes

by Jane Siberry

stand here on the bridge with me
and look down below
see how high the river is
from all the melting snow

I think the river is laughing
like a thousand old ladies
like a thousand silver chimes in the wind 

ah, when Spring comes
there's nothing you can hide
making all your feelings come alive 

frozen toes and tons of clothes
in winter time is done
people are like flowers
they blossom in the sun
open up you flowers
tell us when and we'll follow you
la la la 

ah, when Spring comes
there's nothing you can hide
making all your feelings come alive
so you open up
your windows and doors
and the sun and the breeze
streams across the floors
the river is rising
the birds are returning
the earth is promising
Love
(or something like that)
I don't know 

talking with you on the road
I couldn't hear what you said
for there was honking in the heavens
honking overhead
but you can't fool me
I know that cars don't fly
la la la 

ah, when Spring comes
there's nothing you can hide
making all your feelings come alive
and you feel so different inside
that you think that in winter
you must've been barely alive
the river is rising
the birds are returning
the earth is promising
Love
(or something like that)
I don't know 

I think I would read my books
if they weren't upside down
and I wasn't on the window ledge
dropping them on the ground
I think I'll get my bicycle out
down the road I'll sway
la la la 

ah, when Spring comes
there's nothing you can hide
making all your feelings come alive
so you open up
your windows and doors
and the sun and the breeze
streams across the floors
the river is rising
the birds are returning
the earth is promising
Love
(or something like that)
I don't know

Angel Voyeur

by Jane Siberry

the hounds are running in the alleyway below
underlining all her sins


across the alley
there is a rented room
there is a girl
I watch I watch her

yellow cotton curtains
the tiles are black and white
why are you home early?
is this another one of those nights?

straighten up the lilacs
straighten up your hair
over to the mirror
what do you see there?

you know why he is living
on a separate street away from you
usually you can forget
but tonight the hounds they get to you

the hounds are running in the alley-way below....
underlining all her sins. 


magnets in the mirror
usually you croon
but tonight you are no beauty
in your rented room

he knows why he is living
on a separate street away from you
usually he can forget
but tonight the hounds they get to him 

the mirror shows a man in a chair
she sees him sway
he's falling to the floor
his lines they crack away
who is this man?
you know him you know him you know him 

his being is your being
his scent is on your skin
his mind is on your mind
his breathing is your breathing
 

so she goes to her own chair
I see her sway
she's falling to the floor
her lines they crack away
she shatters on the tiles
like the mirror that she shatters
like the mirror that she shadows 

the street it's night it's dark
I cannot see too well
but a fog descended on her room
that much I can tell

and every drop of water
drew salts across her soul, Lord
and every bead of water
made the beaded bodies roll

a cat stopped by to listen
'til her breathing ceased to toil
and on a separate street
well, that man he ceased to moil

yellow dawn is yellowing
now I can see the girl
now I can see her face
on the tiles I see her curled

breeze- it blows the curtains
across the wayward tiles
across the sleeping ones
on separate streets - I have to smile

they still will not understand
why they awaken so new
but their sleep was close to...holy
my darlings
we're watching over you

across the alley
there is a rented room
there is a girl
I watch I watch her
I watch I watch her
We watch We watch her

Trumpeter Swan

by Jane Siberry

will you wipe the flour from your hands and look this way? perfect
now hold your apron by your side. perfect
no, no...your hair's just fine. perfect
will you let me paint you? I'll take such pride
many sorrows, many ways life could be kinder
but you laugh alot - life is still a surprise
meeting you and greeting you is always an armful
"oceans of love" crinkling in your eyes 

neck white and eager
my Trumpeter Swan
gliding through the ferns the fronds
we feel your love
oh Trumpeter Swan
oh love on 

now I see you kneeling amidst the fiddle-heads and ferns at the side of the pond
weaving 13 magic flaxen shirts for 13 brother swans
and never once in you sweet thoughts do you ever think maybe you might fail
in your unknowing way your love is strong

me - I fear the 13 brother swans are going
me - I curse them when they've gone
but you will never know for we will rearrange the ferns and fronds to re-surround you
the devil makes us see more and you don't see more
but somehow you go beyond 

neck white and eager
my Trumpeter Swan
gliding through the ferns the fronds
we feel your love
oh Trumpeter Swan
oh love on 

when I think of you I think of Christmas
of oranges and mangers on the mantelpiece
of red and greens and velvets
of stars that twinkle on the Christmas tree
I don't know if trumpeter swans are immortal
but if ever from this beautiful pond you should fly
the reason would be... the reason would be
you were loved too much by them by I 

neck white and eager
my Trumpeter Swan
gliding through the ferns the fronds
we feel your love
oh Trumpeter Swan
oh love on 

Maria

by Jane Siberry

Maria... Maria... Maria... Maria...
Maria is on my mind

everything you do, everything you say
every time you run, every time you play
every time you sing, every time you pray

long ago and far away
long ago and here today
long ago and far away
long ago and here today
and here to stay

See The Child

by Jane Siberry

a child was lost at sea today
afloat on an ice floe they floated away
a white cloud?
a carpet?
a white sleigh?

See the child
that chases the dog
that jumps for the butterfly
See the yellow dress on the child
that chases the dog
that jumps for the butterfly
See the blue sky behind the yellow dress
on the child that chases the dog
that jumps for the butterfly
See the sun up high in the sky
behind the yellow dress on the child
that chases the dog
that jumps for the butterfly
See the grass growin' up to the bright sun
up high in the blue sky behind the yellow dress
on the child that chases the dog that leaps for his happiness
See the grasses growin' taller and taller
and taller and taller and taller and taller
until you cannot spy with your little eye

...oh

where is the child that...?
where is the child that...?
where is the child that...?

it was a yellow sun
and it was a blue sky
and the grass was a-growin'
and the bees were a-buzzin'

AND THROUGH ALL THIS
THE BUTTERFLY SIMPLY FLIES

IT'S THE PULL OF LIFE
IT'S THE PULL OF LIFE

humble bee humble bye
humble dog humble child
humble grass humble sky
humble me humble my
humble thee humble thy
humble earth's lullaby
earth's lullaby
earth's lullaby

ohh... how time flies by

a child was lost at sea today
afloat on an ice floe they floated away
no one in the village will leave these shores
until the child is safe once more 

so if you see that child in someone's eyes
bring us home

Honey Bee

by Jane Siberry

everyone has their own story
you have Yours
I have Myne
today mine happens to be about a
... a yellow dress
and behind the yellow dress
lies a warm and beating heart
that longs to tell a story
of which we are all a part

oh oh oh I love these things
so these things shall I bee


the honey bee
it has taken me so long to get up to speed
a looooonnnggggg winter
but the sun is slowly warming me
and ssssooo here I go towards the garden of love

oh oh oh I love these things
so these things shall I bee


the garden of love I can see it now
I am meandering as fast as I can
want to sip the nectar
I am making my way back to where I belong

oh oh oh I love these things
so these things shall I bee


and when I lay me down to sleep
in my flowery keep
the moon upon my face
I dream of bowls of milk

...sailin' towards a sea of roses 

Caravan

by Jane Siberry

O it was a snowy night
The caravan traveling across the desert land
The stars were hanging heavy
In the absence of light
And you were there and I
And something in our hearts
Told us to keep on moving
Because there was something about that star
That Star...

How far is the nearest place to kneel?
How far is the nearest throne?
How far can you go with only a dream?
With only a hope?
You take the vision and you hold it steady
Right ahead of you
Across the ranges across the plains
The desert land the gaze of strangers
That is how... Hold It Steady

There was always someone who would
Take the children and keep them entertained
There was always someone who would
Lay down their work to play the children's games
There was always someone
Who would know how things worked
They'd say... There. Where? Over there.

And now as we sit on the steps
At the side of the square
There are three wise men sitting in their chairs
If anyone wants to know
Which way any of us should go
They will hold they will contain
They will cup the refrain
Hold It Steady - Take The Vision
Hold It Steady
Right ahead of you right between the eyes. THAT is how.

O it was a snowy night and our caravan 
Moved along through this yet unholy land
You were there and I was there
Two desert boys - we did not understand
We only knew that something grand
Was happening - that Star - that night.

Lovin' Cup

by Jane Siberry

every morning
when I wake up
I wonder which cup
I will take up

kiss me mmm again mmm

Monday
Wednesday
Friday
Sunday

I am your lovin' cup
come on and fill me up


Cup of wonder
Cup of Light
Cup of royal
beauty bright

I am your lovin' cup
come on and fill me up


every night
before I sleep
I wonder which cup
I will keep

I am your lovin' cup
come on and fill me up

Begat Begat

by Jane Siberry

Oh
everyone is sayin' the same thing
it's in the air

THESE ARE THE DAYS OF OPEN
and PROCESSION

oh
these are the ones you will be
walking with
streaming with
kneeling with
singing with

Mahalaleel Shushan Shiboleth Tarshish
Shadrak Vashtish Jereth Shebadiah
Shebaniah Shushan Mahalaleel
Shekaniah Amariah Anathoth

and numbering in the...

and you're moving past the walls of the city
to the great open-ness
it's in the air
it's in the air

and the grass is starting to grow
and the rivers are starting to run
it's in the air
singin' the same song
singin' the same song
singin' the same song

oh and the birds are starting to return
oh, seein' them seein' them
and the sap... oh
the trees are starting to turn
and the little lamb

spring is in the air
singin' the same song

oh
beautiful child
there is much ahead
there is much ahead
there is much joy
there is much joy
there is much joy

oh
there is much ahead
children
children
children

Goodbye Sweet Pumpkinhead

by Jane Siberry

would you believe me if I said that you're the one
that I've been waiting for for so long?
and I've sailed my ship 'cross some stormy seas
looking for my love while my love waits for me

ah, but what darkness
in the hearts of men?
good-bye sweet pumpkinhead

would you believe me if I said that you're the one
that I've been waiting for for so long?
I've pushed you away and I've pulled you down
but here you still are.
your love is so strong

would you believe me if I said that you're the one
that I've been waiting for for so long?
and I've sailed my ship 'cross some stormy seas
looking for my love
looking for my love
while my love waits for me

Would You Go

by Jane Siberry

there's a hole in the roof where the rain comes in
would you go?

or say it is a long and dusty road
and your feet are bare and your throat is parched
and you don't know where to go
and a man stepped forward
and said "would you go?"
would you go?

or it was a foreign land
and the oars were dropped
and a voice said "will you walk?"
and you saw nothing
would you go?

oh my sweet sweet darling
it's been a long long way down
and it's been a long long long long time
oh but I have found you
and I cannot stand here and watch you go

or say it was a long and winding path
and your feet are bare
and the road is rocky
and you don't know where...
and you want water

there's a hole in the roof where the rain comes in

Mary Had... (A Little Lamb)

by Jane Siberry

Mary had a little lamb
it's fleece was white as snow
and everywhere that Mary went...hey!
where did that little lamb go?
where did that little lamb go?
little lamb
little lamb
far far away
and long ago

Oh My My

by Jane Siberry

EVERYTHING YOU SAY
EVERYTHING YOU DO
WILL COME BACK
TO STAND WITH YOU

EVERYTHING YOU TRUST
EVERYTHING YOU FEEL
WILL COME BACK
TO KNEEL WITH YOU

EVERYTHING YOU SAY
EVERYTHING YOU TRY
WILL COME OUT
SOUNDING LIKE A LIE

EVERYTHING YOU TRUST,
EVERYTHING YOU KNOW
WILL TURN TO DUST
WILL BLOW AWAY

...oh my my... 

I'm cracking
I'm cracking
I'm cracking into a thousand pieces 

OPEN UP YOUR EYES 


mama mama please come quick
something's wrong I'm feeling sick
mama mama I'm in a mess
I cant lose this heaviness

oh my... oh my my my... oh my Mother

Mary had a little lamb
little lamb
little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
its fleece was... oh...


mama mama
I searched these hills for my sweet lamb
I carried myself up the mountain
And five men came out
And I laid myself down
And I looked around
And I couldn't find my sweet lamb
I'm looking for my Bottom Line
And as soon as I find it
I'm gonna turn my life around

oh my... oh my my my... oh my Mother
oh my... oh my my my... oh my Brother 

You're floating in a harbour
In the middle of the night
And you're looking all around you
And you can't see any light
And the black and starless heavens
Weigh down upon your soul
And you face the open sea
and You're not sure that you wanna go
And you scan the horizon
But the only light you find
Is in the place you came from
The place you left behind
oh so You're moving out
Moving out
Moving out
Cutting the cords
You don't know where you're going
And you don't have any maps
and the only thing you're sure of
Is You Ain't... Going... Back 

1. You will be born into a Strange and Desolate place
2. It will be called "The Average Home"
3. The times will be Restless and full of Uncertainty
4. You will Silently question this of your mother as you watch her 

Move Away 

Precious Candles
your light is your own
Is Life not Precious?...
YOUR LIGHT IS YOUR OWN
 

mama mama
please come quick
take me home from school
I feel so sick

mama mama
something's wrong
my heart is breaking
but I don't know why

oh my... oh my my my... oh my Mother
oh my... oh my my my... oh my Brother 

Puff the Magic Dragon
lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honalee

little Jackie Paper
loved that rascal Puff
and brought him strings and sealing wax
and other fancy stuff

Puff the Magic Dragon
lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist
an a land called Honalee

one grey night It happened
Jackie Paper came no more
and Puff that mighty dragon
he ceased his fearless roar.


5.There will be no answer
6. You will begin the long process of shutting down
7. Your countenance will reflect less light and later when you look at pictures of yourself you will wonder
8. You will give up your backbone to the T.V. and accept a value system
9. Putting forth Lies, Hatred and Intolerance in the name of Love as acceptable
10. No one will step forward from the Shadows saying: "Expect this. It is Part of the path"
11. You will discover Drugs and Alcohol
12. You will instinctively move towards your own Bottom Line

Precious Candles
your Light is your own
Precious Candles
your Light is your own

mama mama please come quick
hold my head I feel so sick
mama mama let me come home
wrap me up I can't get warm

oh my... oh my my my... oh my Mother
oh my... oh my my my... oh my Brother

13.You will rush headlong towards your Bottom Line in an Instinctive attempt to Heal
14. You will go to AA to learn what you should have learnt in Sunday School
15. And then you will give yourself permission to cry. And you will cry and cry and cry
16. And your friends will move away nervously and you'll feel like a Fool
17. And no one will step forward from the Shadows saying
18. "The Journey Forward Includes Movement Into Despair"
19. And you will be gathering Strength
20. Even as you don't understand
21. And certain words like LOVE and...
22. Integrity will be drawn into your spine.
23. And Then One Day...
24. You Will Turn Off the T.V...

Precious Candles
your Light is your own
Precious Candles
your Light is your own

mama mama something's wrong
there's only silence where there once was song
I keep hearing all these bells
am I healing or dying? I can't tell. hey ho
sail on out
sail all night
sail on
with all your might
land ahead
land ho...
land ho...
land ho...

I sure miss that little lamb
that little lamb called Puff
or... was it... Poof? or...
well, anyways, I sure miss that sweet lamb

(lay down upon your pillow...
just live all you can
knowing that's all you have to give) 

mama mama
I almost did it
I almost carried myself up the mountainside
In my own arms
And laid myself down

there's a New Strength nearby, I know
And as soon as I find my Bottom Line
I'm gonna turn my life around

I sure miss that little lamb...

here I go...

Temple

by Jane Siberry

mmm... gimme

you call that hard?
you call this cold?
that's nothing. 

come on come on
let me into your temple
come on come on
I want into your temple 

mmm... gimme

you call that far?
you call that hot?
you call that darkness?
well, it's not. 

come on come on
let me into the temple
come on come on
I want into the temple 

stop.
I mean... go

you call that loving?
you call that rain?
you call that giving?
you call this pain?
you call that rough?

you call that sad?
you call that tough?
well, it's not tough enough 

come on come on
let me into your temple
come on come on
I want into your temple
come on come on
let me into the temple
come on come on
I want into the temple

Calling All Angels

by Jane Siberry

Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah
Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica
Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla
Santa, Santos, Miroslaw, Vladimir
and all the rest 

a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries
and high above the church bells start to ring
and as the heaviness the body oh the heaviness settles in
somewhere you can hear a mother sing 

then it's one foot then the other as you step out onto the road
how much weight? how much weight?
then it's how long? and how far?
and how many times before it's too late? 

calling all angels calling all angels
walk me through this one
don't leave me alone
calling all angels calling all angels
we're cryin' and we're hurtin'
and we're not sure why... 

and every day you gaze upon the sunset
with such love and intensity
it's almost... it's almost as if...
if you could only crack the code
then you'd finally understand what this all means 

but if you could... do you think you would
trade in all the pain and suffering?
ah, but then you'd miss
the beauty of the light upon this earth
and the sweetness of the leaving 

calling all angels calling all angels
walk me through this one
don't leave me alone
callin' all angels callin' all angels
we're tryin' we're hopin'
we're hurtin' we're lovin'
we're cryin' we're callin'
because we're not sure how this goes



(Original collaboration with Wim Wenders film "Until The End Of The World". 
Later released on Jane's "When I Was A Boy" CD in 1993. Included duet with k.d. lang.)
This 'City' version recorded in 2000 in celebration of the new millennium, released on SHEEBA as a
single, used in 'Pay It Forward' film 2000 (Kevin Spacey, Helen Hunt)
Lyrics and music: Jane Siberry
Publishing: Wing-it Music/Sold For A Song (Universal/MCA Music Publishing

Musicians: Jane Siberry - vocals, piano, guitar, organ, percussion, samples/loops
Ken Myhr - guitars
Alex McMaster, Andrea Bettger, Pamela Bettger - strings
Quisha Wint, Kate Burgess, Christopher Rouse,
Rebecca Lundstrom, Dallas James, Peter Miller,
Jason Simmons - vocals

Love Is Everything

by Jane Siberry


maybe it was to learn how to love
maybe it was to learn how to leave
maybe it was for the games we played
maybe it was to learn how to choose
maybe it was to learn how to lose
maybe it was for the love we made 

love is everything they said it would be
love made sweet and sad the same
but love forgot to make me too blind to see
you're chickening out aren't you?
you're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum
I cant wait 'til you make
the whole kingdom come
so I'm leaving 

maybe it was to learn how to fight
maybe it was for the lesson in pride
maybe it was the cowboys' ways
maybe it was to learn not to lie
maybe it was to learn how to cry
maybe it was for the love we made 

love is everything they said it would be
love did not hold back the reins
but love forgot to make me too blind to see
you're chickening out aren't you?
you're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum
I cant wait 'til you make
the whole kingdom come
so I'm leaving

first he turns to you
then he turns to her
so you try to hurt him back
but it breaks your body down
so you try to love bigger
bigger still
but it... it's too late 

so take a lesson from the strangeness you feel
and know you'll never be the same
and find it in your heart to kneel down and say
I gave my love didn't I?
and I gave it big... sometimes
and I gave it in my own sweet time
I'm just leaving

love is everything...

Sail Across The Water

by Jane Siberry


love is trembling
trembling like the little bird we hold within our hands
love is bending
bending towards the worried brow
here, let me wipe away your tears
love is kneeling
above the broken body the ever-upturned face
love is missing
all the words are broken, help me
I cannot find my way
no, I can't
I need you love
come on love 

will you sail 'cross the water
and lay your wisdom down?
and love will you sail 'cross the water
and tell us what you found?
and love will you sail 'cross the water
and hold us when we drown?
and love will you sail 'cross the water?
is anybody listening...? 

love is trembling
trembling like the leaves above the baby's bed
love is streaming
streaming with the tears that we cannot seem to shed
love is frozen
frozen in the figure they just pulled from the subway grate
love is burning
burning with the anger that we all feel
against which we kneel,
our faces pressed into the lap of loneliness
come on love 

will you sail 'cross the water
and lay your wisdom down?
and love will you sail 'cross the water
and tell us what you found?
and love will you sail 'cross the water
and hold us when we drown?
and love will you sail 'cross the water?

are we not willing? are we not trying?
are we not trusting? are we not crying?
are we not children? are we not stumbling?
are we not wondering? are we not?

will you sail 'cross the water
and lay your wisdom down?
and love will you sail 'cross the water
and tell us what you found?
and love will you sail 'cross the water
and hold us when we drown?
and love will you sail 'cross the water?

are we not willing? are we not bending?
are we not frozen? are we not trembling?
are we not children? are we not trying?
are we not wondering? are we not? 

love is trembling...

All The Candles In The World

by Jane Siberry


and how many of us will there be?
more than we are now.
and where will we come from?
the rivers, the oceans
the ends of the darkest inlets
the lightest-coloured seas
.

all the candles in the world
would not
would not be enough
would not be enough to match the fever in my soul
and the fervor in my heart
and the darkness that I feel
as I'm goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' down
all the candles in the world
would not be enough to match the burning in my soul
and the fever in my heart
count the places of devotion
count the altars of despair
as we're goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' down

and how many of us will there be?
how many of us?

all the candles in the world would not be enough
to match the burning in our souls
and the fever in our hearts
and the fervor in our eyes
as we're hoping and we're praying
and we're setting out into the streets
the back streets of the world
and a prayer going up
and a prayer going down
and the darkened eaves the pigeons
and the candlelight processions
on the streets down below
as we're searching and we're seeking
and we're goin' goin' forgive us lord
we're goin' goin' down
goin' down on our knees
amen

Sweet Incarnadine

by Jane Siberry

and when he came I fell into his deepest eyes
and begged the difference between love and open...

come on give your love to me
the first time I leaned over you and looked into your eyes
I said to myself this is what it must be like
to have everything you'd ever want
and a voice inside my head said... GO...
I AM...

I give you everything
Kaikobad, Kaliere, Pehlevi and in-between
sweet sweet Incarnadine
sweet sweet sweet Incarnadine
come on let your love rain down on me again

when you said that it would feel like this
the love potion
the razor's edge
the open sesame of the kiss
I swear it was all I felt
and I swear it was all I heard
and then we began to pray
bless this union, make us whole
give me strength to let him go
give us fire and give us flow
to always love like this

the never idle pressing
silent confessing
the endless versions of the lonely heart
when we love like we love
and we want like we want
and then we cry like a child
never like this
never like this
never like this

and when he came I fell into his deepest eyes
and begged the difference between love and open...

The Gospel According To Darkness

by Jane Siberry

I know there's a place that you call your own
and you're safe and warm and you feel like you're home
and the peace of it and the faith involved
and you go to say... but there's no need to explain it
still you try then you see that it's okay. you're on your own 

I see you lookin' around
at the people on the street
well, things aren't what they seem.
if you push them hard enough
you'll find that most of them
do not feel worthy of love
now how did this come to be? 

oh, my sweet darlin' yes? look at me
you're telling me you can't pierce
the darkness into the light? yes
can you see me? no, I cant...
can you see the figure standing on your right?
nobody. it's just darkness...
it's just darkness...
come on, I know you understand. I'm trying... 

love, will you let us know when it's time
when we can leave this darkness behind? 

oh, my sweet sweet darlin'... wait... 
what? you know when you open up your eyes?
oh, I'm afraid there wont be anyone there
I'm beaming you all this light. wait.
something's happening
... who is it?
I'm holding my sweet mama in my arms
is she dying? no, I think she's just been born 
and she looks so... sweet...
and she looks so hopeful
and she looks so... trusting
she doesn't know how hard...
 

I know there's a place
that you call your own
and you're safe and warm
and you feel like you're home

I see you lookin' around
at the people on the street
well, things aren't what they seem.
if you push them hard enough
you'll find that most of them
do not feel worthy of love
now how did this come to be?

I know there's a place that you call your own

An Angel Stepped Down

by Jane Siberry

come on baby come on give me

come give your love to me again
and send me across the water 

an angel stepped down
touched lightly to the ground
me and my friend
we stared at her soul an angel:
IS THERE SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVEN'T SAID?

come on baby come on give me
someone help me someone help me
someone help me someone help me


an angel:
I'M HOLDING YOU

come give your love to us again
and send us across the water 

an angel stepped down...
and slowly looked around
we stared at her soul 

an angel:
IS THERE SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVEN'T SAID?

I believe... I believe that love... I believe
that love is the only thing
...the only thing that can heal... us all
...is equal to... the love... you make
the love you take
the love you make
the love you take
and so we give and give and give again 

an angel stepped down...
touched lightly to the ground
we stared at his... soul
an experiment in longing 

come on baby come on give me
someone help us someone help us


an angel:
WE'RE HOLDING YOU

I BELIEVE THAT LOVE IS THE ONLY THING
THAT WILL HEAL US ALL

an angel:
IS NO ONE ASKING FOR THIS DANCE?
WERE YOU NOT ASKING FOR THIS CHANCE?
COME ON ... (I can't)
COME ON! (I... I can't)
COME ON
COME ON!

come give your love again again... 

The Vigil

by Jane Siberry

sail ho heave ho come on let go
your time on earth is over
I watch you sleeping on the bed
I'm talking to your soul 

did you ever think it'd be like this?
did you ever think you'd laugh so much?
did you ever think you'd have to try so hard?
oh... 

I'm watching my sweet mama
from my vigil on this chair
I close my eyes I feel a change...
is this my lover here? 

did you ever think it'd be like this?
did you ever think you'd walk away?
you and me running through
the backstreets of the world
like a pack of hounds of two
wanting more and more love
and how much is too much?
did you ever think we'd love so hard?
fighting hard and hurting worse
oh... you're sailing away... 

go away. just ignore them.


next time I open my eyes...
is this my father here?
I know it's you because
I recognize the smiling little boy
on the sunny front porch
holding his mama's hand
remember when your mama said
"we all need love?"
well... we ALL need love... 

did you ever think you'd refuse love after all?
did you ever think you'd give love
and then take it away?
and leave the lives around you
in such shame and disarray and pain

it's alright
put your arms around my neck
hold me tight as we drift out now
while I have the strength of ten men
hold me close as we drift out into the darkness
pigeons rushing up past our heads
people in doorways
I think this is Europe somewhere
you're so thin you're so light
don't let go hold me
...are these yours? or mine? 

there is nothing I'd rather have
than for you to put your hand upon my forehead
just keep it there DON'T TAKE IT AWAY
and tell me that even though you may not like
all the things I do but say that you love my soul
and remember me.
remember me? 

hold me close put your arms around my neck
as we drift out I've finished it
into the darkness you're so thin
it's only a movie...
run Bambi run it's only a movie
and when I came up to the tree...
run Bambi run
brothers and sisters... FIRE!...
I'm there and there's a body
lying at the foot of it
hold me close we're moving out
across the water now
and you're lying on this beach. sleeping
and a tyger's watching you
from the edge of the jungle
and the sun through the leaves...
and his stripes... and it's...
and you're sleeping
and I'm watching and he's watching
and... you're so... beautiful... 

sail ho heave ho come on let go
your time on earth is over
you have done well it's time to rest
I'm talking to your soul did you ever think it'd be like this?
do you ever think we'll meet again?
how will I ever know it's you?
maybe will it be the love that I'll feel
when I look into a stranger's eyes
when I look into a stranger's eyes...
oh... you're sailing away 

I keep my vigil on this chair
is this my lover here?
is this my brother here?
is this my baby?
is this me lying here?

At The Beginning Of Time

by Jane Siberry

at the beginning of time
before there were waves
we'd sit in our boats
we'd float there all day

and there weren't any waves
cuz there wasn't any wind
cuz there wasn't any sun
we were waiting for the world to begin

we were waiting in the darkness

each in our own boat
each in our own thoughts
sometimes you could hear people
talking amongst themselves but...
(someone had a boat with wheels and I said
you're a bit early but I know how you feel)
but mostly it was just silence

and the silence only broken by
the absence of the clinking of the masts
and every now and then a bird would not fly by
and someone would look up and say
what wasn't that ?

we were waiting in the darkness

and one night (or was it day?)
I was awoken from a dream
I was dreaming of someplace like I'd never been
and I heard someone say
someone's fallen in and they can't swim
so I leaned out and I pulled them in
and he was holding his head
and it was HUGE and shaped like a fish
and he slid down to the crook of the keel
and when I was sure he'd fallen asleep
I fell back to my reverie


we were waiting waiting waiting
waiting in the darkness

and you know what I miss most about that time?
was the quality of blackness
it was soft somehow in the absence of fear
you could take it into your mouth
and send it out through your teeth

but the silence...
oh, if I could go back to those times
I'd take that silence there
I'd take it into myself and bring it back to you
and this is what I'd say

waiting in the darkness

at the beginning of time
before there were waves
we'd sit in our boats
we'd float there all day
(or was it night?)

and there weren't any waves
cuz there wasn't any wind
cuz there wasn't any sun
we were waiting for the world to begin

we were waiting for the world to begin

Bound By The Beauty

by Jane Siberry

I'm bound by the fire
I'm bound by the beauty
I'm bound by desire
I'm bound by the duty

I'm coming back in 500 years
and the first thing I'm gonna do
when I get back here
is to see these things I love
and they'd better be here 

first I'm going to find a forest
and stand there in the trees
and kiss the fragrant forest floor
and lie down in the leaves
and listen to the birds sing
the sweetest sound you'll ever hear

and everything the dappled
everything the birds
everything the earthness
everything the verdant
the verdant green 

I'm bound by the fire... 

then I'm going to find an open field
and lie down in the flowers
and then I'm going to find a guitar
and play play play for hours
and then I'm going to find a river
to see what kind of body in

and everything the granite
everything the kiss
everything the earthness
everything the verdant
the verdant dream 

I'm bound by the beauty
I'm bound by desire
I'm bound to keep returning
I'm bound by the beauty of the light
the slightest change
the constant rearrange
of light upon the land
I'm bound by the beauty of the wind
that blows across the earth
the unfetteredness the wheatness
and through the flying hair
the slowness of the falling leaves
across this warm November door
and the geese the flying southness
the arms out evermore
I'm bound by the snow
the soft the fallingness
the everupward face...
the everupward face...
bound by the sunsets
the rivers
the music
the beauty...

Something About Trains

by Jane Siberry

something about trains
something about love
something about this old Earth
and the way it looks from up above

something about satellites
something about down below
something about the hissing of that old steam iron
as you press your clothes 

beam it up beam it down
across the world from town to town

most of the time when I'm walking the line
I'm looking at the ground

but every time I hear that whistle blowing
every time I hear that old black crow
every time I hear that whistle blowing
I find myself a-shivering in my soul 

something about love
when things go wrong
when you can't find the one that you love
you keep movin' on

you walk the lonely valley
you walk the line alone
but this old Earth is always there
you don't feel so alone 

beam it up beam it down
across the world from town to town

most of the time when I'm walking the line
I'm looking at the ground

but every time I hear that whistle blowing...

but you wake up in the middle of the night
and a train whistle blows and a dog barks
and something's not quite right
and the cry is sent up from this Earth
into the silent sky

beam it up beam it down
across the world from town to town

most of the time when I'm walking the line
I'm looking at the ground

but every time I hear that whistle blowing
every time I hear that old black crow
every time I hear that whistle blowing
I find myself a-shivering in my soul 

something about trains
something about love
something about this old Earth
and the way it looks tonight

Hockey

by Jane Siberry

winter time and the frozen river
Sunday afternoon
they're playing hockey on the river
Rosy...
he'll have that scar on his chin forever
someday his girlfriend will say "hey, where...?"
he might look out the window... or not
you skate as fast as you can
'til you hit the snowbank (that's how you stop)
and you get your sweater from the catalogue
you use your rubber boots for goal posts
ah...walkin' home 

don't let those Sunday afternoons
get away get away get away get away
break away break away...
 

this stick was signed by Jean Belliveau
so don't fucking tell me where to fucking go...
oh Sunday afternoon
someone's dog just took the puck
he buried it it's in the snowbank... your turn
they rioted in the streets of Montreal
when they benched Rocket Richard it's true 

don't let those Sunday afternoons
get away get away get away get away
break away break away break away break away
 

the sun is fading on the frozen river
the wind is dying down
someone else just got called for dinner
Rosy!
hmm... Sunday afternoon

Everything Reminds Me Of My Dog

by Jane Siberry

everything reminds me of my dog
the guy in the store reminds me of my dog
telephones remind me of my dog... yoohoo
taxicabs remind me too 

if you remind me of my dog
we'll probably git along little doggie
git along git along little doggie git a... 

smiling at strangers
(better let them know you're friendly)
the way people dress reminds me too
pissing on their favourite tree
sad things remind me of my dog
cockroaches and other insects
remind me too, don't hit them
the blank expression of the little boy
with thick glasses who picks
himself up from the sidewalk
and stands there blinking in the sun 

if you remind me of my dog
we'll probably git along little doggie
git along git along little doggie git a... 

like the man on the subway
sitting across from me
and every time I looked at him he smiled
and by the time
I got to the end of the subway line
I 'd given him at least... oh... 25 cookies


guys in bars remind me of my dog
the way it takes you so long
to choose the perfect table if you remind me of my dog
we'll probably git along little doggie
git along git along little doggie git a...

me and my ferocious dog
we're walking down the street
and everyone we meet says
"ach yer a goot doogie !...
"
"ach yer a goot doogie !..."
"ach yer a goot doogie !...

except when we go for a walk
to get the Sunday paper
I stand there and read the headlines
he reads the wind
sometimes he hits a funny smell and laughs
I hate it when he does that- I feel so dumb
what? what? I say


everything reminds me of my dog
beautiful things
sunsets remind me of my dog
Gina go to your window
Einstein reminds me of me dog
I want to pat his fluffy head
this whole world reminds me of my dog
my dog reminds me of this whole world
do I remind you of a dog? (thump thump)
I do? (faster thump thump)
skyscrapers remind me of my dog
sitting in the tall grass waiting for a rabbit
guys in red camarros too
it's getting to be a habit
artists remind me of my dog
staking out their originality on the nearest tree
old folks remind me of my dog
my dog reminds old people of their dogs
(Barfy, Ruffo, Beanhead)
Gina says I remind her of the dog
the way I just did that
golfers teeing off remind me of my dog
the way he sits by me and shifts on his front paws

what is it you want? look at it...
do you want to go for a walk? want a cookie?
do you want me to dial the number for you?

The Valley

by Jane Siberry

I live in the hills
You live in the valleys
And all that you know are these blackbirds
You rise every morning wondering
What in the world will the world bring today?
Will it bring you Joy or will it take it away?
And every step you take is guided by
The love of the light on the land
And the blackbird's cry
You will walk in good company

The valley is dark
The burgeoning holding
The stillness obscured by their judging
You walk through the shadows
Uncertain and surely hurting
Deserted by the blackbirds
And the staccato of the staff
And though you trust the light
Towards which you wend your way
Sometimes you feel all that you wanted
Has been taken away
You will walk in good company

I love the best of you
You love the best of me
Though it is not always easy
Lovely? Lonely?
We will walk in good company
The Shepherd upright and flowing you see...

The Life Is The Red Wagon

by Jane Siberry

you watch the slow train moving
through the city late at night
adjusting back and forth
against the darkness and street lights
I know that you're feeling bad
but I'm glad you didn't lie
easy to get caught up... but you know
you can always you can always
you can always walk away 

the life is the red wagon rolling along
the life is the red wagon simple and strong
the life is the red... is the red...
oh, it's no big deal
but when the feet are draggin'

you pull me
and I pull for you
you pull me
and I pull for you past the teeming marketplace
and the blur of faces there
past the silent dockyards
and the darkness looming there
maybe it won't work this time
but that's the risk you take
(and you want to take it)
and just as long as it feels right
doesn't matter just as long as...
doesn't matter... gotta feel good
even though you don't know why 

the life is the red wagon rolling along
the life is the red wagon simple and strong
the life is the red... is the red...
oh, it's no big deal
but when the feet are draggin'

you pull me
and i pull for you
you pull me
and i pull for you
the life is the red wagon
simple and strong.

Half Angel Half Eagle

by Jane Siberry

someone's mother falls to the sidewalk
on the next street someone looks up
in the cathedral a burst of laughter
in another city the pigeons fly up and scatter.
someone put down in a New York subway
a newspaper picked up in Australia
for each event the inarticulate glory
the equal and opposite will tell the story 

HALF ANGEL HALF EAGLE
ONE EYE ON THE WORLD
HALF ANGEL HALF EAGLE
ONE EYE ON THE WORLD
BE READY 

five intelligent minds huddled in a fancy restaurant
all that brain power bent on...
WHAT SHALL I? WHAT SHALL I?...

one lone car cruise the warehouse district
one lone figure shuffling along the wall
2 shadows leaning from the backseat window
someone's mother is about to fall
fuckinghonkyniggerjewwaspjapdagofag
fuckinghomelesspreacherdikecabbiefuckingunionscab
GET OUT GO BACK A STORM IS COMING
(a shudder in the colour of the warehouse wall) 

HALF ANGEL HALF EAGLE
ONE EYE ON THE WORLD
HALF ANGEL HALF EAGLE
ONE EYE ON THE WORLD
BE READY 

have a good time but don't relax
have a good time but be on guard
you don't need that much not that much
get the wings up ready to go
get the wings up ready to go
what shall I? what shall I?
a shudder in the colour of the warehouse wall

La Jalouse

by Jane Siberry

la jalouse
I said no
la jalouse
I told you to go

you trick me with all your lies
trick me 'til I'm on your side
drag me into your stinking pit
jalouse
don't cry (baby)
just get out and never come back

la jalouse
mon amie mon contre amie
mon amie mon contre amie
la jalouse
I told you to go 

something you said
tipped me off to who you were
we were talking in the kitchen
I closed my eyes I put the glass down
I knocked the table over then I
I grabbed your shoulders then I
I threw you as hard as ever 

la jalouse
where would you go anyway
(here, have some wine)
la jalouse
let's talk about old... let's review some things

you made me crazy lose my mind
now I can't remember why
I don't even like the guy

Miss Punta Blanca

by Jane Siberry

I could've been Miss Punta Blanca
I could've but I didn't want to
I think I could've been a winner
if I'd gone dancing after dinner
I could've rhumba'd by the poolside
I could've samba'd with the tour guide
instead I took a motorcycle ride
with my friend Mike
this guy I really like
he rents the motorbikes 

so light me a cigar my love
and tell me your name
(I... I know your name)
let's... pour me a drink now
let's have a toast to who we really are
and I'll sing you a song
right in your ear
on this beautiful Cuban moonlit night
oh... mm
I need another... another light 

I could've been Miss Punta Blanca
I could've but I didn't want to
I could've but I said no thank you
I said I didn't want to
anyways, it was Ruby who won the contest
and two hours later she was passed out by the pool

Are We Dancing Now (Map III)

by Jane Siberry

...did you just touch my hand?
...and did you just kiss my shoulder?
ah, life's a mystery...
...and do you have your hand on my knee
and are you moving it extremely slowly? 

every time I look into your eyes
all the dancing all the music dies
even with the people streaming by
such is the mystery of love
from down below or somewhere up above
every time I look into your eyes

...did you just say something about
showing me how to dance?
well, I... oh...
and did you just say something about oh,
watch the way you move your... h... hips
ah, life's a mystery...
and is that your hand on my neck?
and are we dancing now extremely slowly? 

every time I look into your eyes
all the dancing all the music dies
even with the people streaming by
such is the mystery of love
from down below or somewhere up above
I never dance but I could try 

are we dancing now?
ah, life's a mystery...

The White Tent The Raft

by Jane Siberry

there's a red leaf
that falls from a purple tree
it falls it floats down
one red leaf against a clear blue sky
it floats down
past the marbles in the clearing
beneath the geese in flight
to the darkening river
in the autumn light
where it touches down
oh, like a great bird landing
tears of autumn

there's a white tent that sits
in the middle of a raft
that floats down
floats down the middle of a river
of a stream floating down
and the tears streaming
from the mind's eye
streaming back beyond
the white sheets that flap and fly

oh, tears of wanting the white tent the raft
the white tent the raft
the white tent the raft
fists and chests 

MANGO CLEARING

oh Mango in the clearing
it's his leg or something
waiting
everything would be alright
watching the trees
then his toes
then the trees
deeper into the jungle
and leaves him there
we turn off the TV.
never forget that night
never heard you
couldn't sleep
hotel window
get up to those dark peaks
everything would be alright 

the white tent the raft
the white tent the raft
the white tent the raft
fists and chests 

GREAT OVERCOAT CLEARING

and when it's not our great overcoat
it's a grey and yellow dress
so beautiful the bees
they followed you through the mall
to the clearing in the wilderness
and you lay down and I picked you up
and I said you must never leave
your beautiful hands
like knitting needles
and I said- it's Jane, it's me

she said -
when you go that's when you go
lighten up and pass the cup
fifty bucks and that's all you got?
yeah, I love you I love you a lot 

there's a white tent that sits
in the middle of a raft that floats down
floats down the middle of a river
of a stream floating down
and the tears streaming
from the mind's eye
streaming back beyond the white sheets
that flap and fly
oh, tears of hardness 

the white tent the raft
the white tent the raft
the white tent the raft
fists and chests 

OVERKILL CLEARING

found the snake in the clearing
and it tried to kill him of course
but then... only after it tried to get away
he said -
youse the meanest ugliest low-down
and he cursed and swore
gonna shoot the damn thing
(I'll never let nobody hurt you)
I watched from the raft
and I withdrew my scent
it's not hard to kill a snake
it's not hard
it's not hard to kill a snake
it's not that hard 

the white tent the raft
the white tent the raft
the white tent the raft
fists and chests 

ANGRY CLEARING

what do you mean I love you
stop saying I love you
I don't know what you mean anyway
I don't know what love is and...
you don't know what love is and...
it doesn't change anything anyway

ah...who cares
who gives a...
because all I see
is more hate
more fear
less light than before me 

the white tent the raft
the white tent the raft
the white tent the raft
fists and chests 

BIRDS AT DAWN CLEARING

get off my branch...
stick legs -they are not
this is my tree
it's getting lighter
I'm talking to you
turn down your radio
dawn is coming - run!

every morning when the sun comes up
as loud as he can Get Up! Get Up!
yeah, I love you I love you a lot
lighten up and pass the cup

there's a thousand white tents
on a thousand rafts all floating down
there's a thousand fists
and a thousand chests
they come thundering down
and the tears streaming
from a thousand eyes
streaming back beyond the white sheets
that flap and fly
oh, tears of hunger

there's a white tent that blows
in the middle of a raft
that floats down down the middle
of a long and lonely dream
or is it lovely? can't always tell...
and the clearings pass
like blowing scarves
the slightly familiar
the slightly apart
and the river never runs dry
oh, tears of open 

the white tent the raft
the white tent the raft
and one red leaf
for my love...
for your love...

Red High Heels

by Jane Siberry


red high heels
is the way I feels
got the sways and reels
going home
red high heels
and the church bells peal
cross the snowy fields
going home

I walk down these aisles
nobody's here - just me
and the birds in the belfry
murmuring murmuring

I took all your letters
strung together
a white river of love and kneeling
trailing trailing 

well, I don't know
I'm on my own again
start alone
end alone
so my love
maybe I'm glad
I met you on the way... 

I walk up these aisles
nobody's here - just me
and the doves up above me
murmuring murmuring

where could you be now?
could you be that far?
are you still thinking of me...
listening listening 

well, I don't care
if I'm on my own again
start alone
end alone
so my love
I guess I'm glad
I met you on the way... 

red high heels... 

I walk down these aisles
nobody's here-trust me
is it already gone now?
and the bells start to ring

better get outside
before they arrive ('scuse me)
merry Christmas and Easter
snow
falling falling
well, I don't care
if I'm on my own again
start alone
end alone
so my love
I guess I'm glad
I met you on the way... 

red high heels
is the way I feels
got the sways and reels
going home
red high heels
and the church bells peal
and the children steal
going home

red high heels
is the way I feels
and I teeter off
cross the parking lot
I could steal your heart
but I don't know who...
I could make you mine
such a tall street light
love is what I say
it won't go away

la la lala...
maybe I'll lie down here
and watch the stars awhile
and these red high heels
I can still see them
they're the only thing that's real
in these frozen fields
yeah yeah...

Goodbye

by Jane Siberry

tiny dot
strand of sand
waves that sigh beneath the hand
I stand the singing seashore
the earth and you are round
I'm always apologizing
will I? do you?

chime, the feet
dry, the sand
clouds collect out at sea
start to run
this pink shell
this grey span
and a thousand pardons trail behind

lonely beach
ceaseless wind
still don't understand
run as fast
a missed beat
a quickening
I went to say I love you
but instead I said good-bye

I want a table
no, just for one
but I know you do
I can see some from here
okay, then say for two
no, there's only one
don't you want my business
I will never come back here

oh my love
faithless dove
all the love in the world...

Ingrid And The Footman

by Jane Siberry

she didn't get him
he didn't really get her either
they got together
not the stuff of movies

let me be your Main Man
let me be your Cowboy
let me do your Boogaloo
hmmm... what does this make me?
I see... then I'll be the Indian
then I'll be the Indian
then I'll be the Indian

her name was Ingrid
he called her Margaret
she just heard Ingrid
not the stuff of movies

YAHDEE YAHDEE

she motioned vaguely
he agreed
he swaggered past her...
he swaggered past again

YAHDEE YAHDEE

Lena Is A White Table

by Jane Siberry

first you go up the hill
(don't forget to say the church)
the church why? I don't think...
(in case they miss the turn)
let me do the talking
(you make mistakes sometimes)
well, so do you too
(never let me talk)
yaahhh - drink your beer

this is no surprise
they're always arguing
they're from down in...
(darts my friend?)
and when you reach the top
out on the scraggy backs just there
say - you must be new
a movie camera! (ooohh!)
well - I wouldn't go
(darts?) don't! (over his shoulder
as he goes to play darts)
who is that with you?
(darts my friend?) 

how does she hang the clothes
climb up on herself? 

there's a house (white)
a back porch (grey)
just a table there
(don't forget the laundry line)
yes - nobody knows how far it goes
(many men have died) baloney. phooey.
past the fishing banks
probably past the edge of the earth maybe
oh come on

and sometimes there is a chair
the table legs they never
move waiting and pressing
and the clothesline stop don't move

CHORUS:
well, maybe she should go to school
no, no... she's a table
Lena's a white table

and in the afternoon
and in the autumn air
the porch is bare and still
there is a waiting there
and flint the laundry line
apples rolling down the hill 

WINDOW:
I hope that she's here
what if she's not here
I don't think she's here
I hope she's not here
don't you think she's here
I don't think she's here 

and sometimes there is a chair
the table legs they never
move waiting and pressing
and the clothesline stop don't move

CHORUS:
well, maybe she should go to school
no, no... she's a table
Lena's a white table
well, maybe she should learn to pray
no, no... she's a table
Lena's a white table
we saw her waiting by the line
which line? the laundry line
waiting for the clothes to dry
what if she freezes in midair?
no no no no no...

The Walking

by Jane Siberry

the walking and constantly
an endless stream of endless dreams
that wheel and roll just past my shoulder

the waiting and constantly
an endless shift of sifting through
the facts, the fey
you never know for sure

I was sure until they asked me
now I don't know
all I know is something touched me
shadows lift my fingers
don't let the cold...
every now and then things become clear
there's nothing that will bring you back
there's nothing that will change this fact
there's nothing that I will take back
I know I know
this is a fact
I'm pretty sure I know
I don't know I don't know I...

I tell everyone a different story
that way nothing's ever boring
even when they turn and say you lied

petals drifting past my shoulder
or maybe snow - I'm cold I'm not sure
someone yelled at me I don't know why

if you want someone to love you
just let me know
people pushing past me
if you want someone to love you
then don't just go
every now and then things become clear

there's nothing that will bring you back
there's nothing that will change this fact
there's nothing that I will take back
your shoes you left your hat
it's on the bed or else the chair
I don't know I don't know I...

oh my darling... oh my darling

so if you want someone to love you
just let me know
people shouting at me
if you want someone to love you
then don't just go
every now and then things become clear

there's nothing that will bring you back
there's nothing that will change this fact
there's nothing that I will take back
your shoes you left your hat
it's on the bed or else the chair
I don't know I don't know I...

the walking and constantly
an endless stream of endless dreams
that wheel and roll just past my shoulder
that wheel and roll just past my shoulder...

The Lobby

by Jane Siberry

so I go down to the lobby
and everybody stares
they say take off that foolish hat
what man? I say

so I go down to the lobby
and everybody stares
they say take off that foolish hat
put down that chair

so I go down to the lobby
and everyone's still there
and they say the snow is getting deeper
don't go out there
you can't leave him like that
go back upstairs

so I run down the fire-escape
I leap into the air
and I say - I thought I'd like to fly
I needed air

so I run down the main street
I knock some people down
and they say... I know their lips are moving
I hear no sound
five geese flew down beside me

I ran along
I don't know what you're saying
I'm not unfair
so I go down to the lobby
and everyone's still there
and they say take off that foolish hat
put down that chair
and they say this is your darkest hour
this is my finest moment
you can't leave him like that
he'll be okay.

so I go down to the lobby

I know it...
I know it...

The Bird In The Gravel

by Jane Siberry

the master: 
I was dreaming in the steam room
everything was so clear for a minute
and I thought...
and the dripping tiles and...
and I said I'll confess everything
yes. I own this land
I own these forests surrounding my
...my estate
this is my tea coming
everything I can - I confess 

the servant:

bend
now I have the bend
the best I ever
place the tea just so
then release and turn
oh no not yet
then release and turn
turn away then go
better try again
looking at me he's
wait 'til tomorrow
don't want him to know
next time he orders tea
release and turn
turn and limp away
turn and limp away 

the maid: 

I was walking through the forest
on my break today
I had this funny feeling
something was going to change

I was walking through the dry leaves it was very strange
they hadn't changed their colour all the leaves were green

I don't mind when it's over
I don't mind when it's all done
it's just the moments in between
just before it's gone

something's going to happen
something's going to change
I know I know I know...

the pantry:
and when autumn comes
well, there's lots of work to do
bill - that means you
time to clean the kettles
and the pots on the wall
pickling and preserving
all the vegetables
stop kicking the apples
are we pickling this year?
yes-you know we are

and when autumn comes
well, there's lots of work to do
bill - that means you
time to get the twigs up
you know, all those stick things
time to trim back the roses
so next year even more grow
does it hurt them to do that?
does it hurt them? no.

(Francesco the truck driver arrives)
and when autumn comes
well, deliveries start to go
here he is now
down into the valley
to the market he goes
down along the tiny roads
that wind along the vineyards
and people lean on their rakes
and they say hello
hello there Francesco !
Francesco there hello ! 

the bird: 

(high sustain)

a boy coming home from lesson:

another boy: 

and those are my swans
believe me...
there's no light.
and there isn't because...
it's so dark.
because it's so dark.
because it's so dark. 

the maid: 

I was walking through the dry leaves
it was very strange
the leaves fell without changing
no yellows and no reds

something's going to happen
something's going to change
and just then as I looked up
I remembered what you said

I'm crying because I love you
I know that things must change
I can't be there when you leave
what if you're afraid?

you said something about the leaving
the moments in between
the yawning when the world shifts
the clanging of the trains

and a dog sits up and growls
and a cow begins to bawl
and a nun nearby stops to listen
cross herself and then move on

I was laughing in the forest
I fell down in the leaves
and I watched the trees above me
crossing in the breeze

I love the bare branches
I love the healing bells
the bareness in the last sun
the greyness and the gold

and a flock of geese flew over
and I laughed harder still
I laughed 'til I was heaving
then everything was still 

the servant: 
bend
now I have the bend
place the tea just so
then release and turn
oh not yet
turn away then go
better try again
he's looking at me
wait until tomorrow
don't want him to know
next time...
time he orders tea
release and turn
turn and limp away...
limp away just go
turn away just go
just go... just go...
just go...

One More Colour

by Jane Siberry

"is it lasting?"
and in asking
the sphere becomes a line
a dotted line
and to follow it
you must make a jump each time

a dotted page
a dotted hillside
a blast of dots
a blind reader
a flock of sheep
a blast of trumpet shots 

here - all we have here is sky
all the sky is is blue
all that blue is is one more colour now 

a basket of apples
by the back door
beneath the sweater pegs
the autumn leaves
lift along the street
a pair of dancing legs

same as the vendor
who likes to sing
as loudly as he can
and all he says is
it suits me fine
that's the way I am 

here - all we have here ...

I've seen this THING you won't believe
why it's big - bigger than the biggest trees
high as the mountains
wide as the widest skies
(and that's both sides)
well - at least as big as me 

speak a little softer
work a little harder
shoot less with more care
sing a little sweeter
and love a little longer
and soon you will be there
here - all we have here is sky
all the sky is is blue
all that blue is is one more colour now 

these are some reasons
and same as the seasons
they hold and then they fly
the goatless ledge
'neath the honkless geese
in the speckless sky
the speckless sky
I hear you
I hear you
I hear you

Seven Steps To The Wall

by Jane Siberry

Seven steps to the wall
and turn around
seven steps to the window
turn around
three steps to the table - step around
move the chair 'til it is square
and then sit down
DON'T TURN AROUND

there
is a man
in a room
empty place
there's a wall
a table
and a chair
...his face

he wants to write something down
he wants to sing a song
or paint something
lie down and fade away
or get up and get away
to the beat of the marching feet
in the heat of the prison heat

there
there's the sun
through the bars
cutting swathes
lighting dust
I love dust
that it's there
that it falls

he wants to write something down...

seven steps to the wall...

there
is a man
in a room
empty place
there's a wall
a table
some paper
...his face

he wants to write something down...

there
all my life
where there's white
I have words
so I write...
what I hear
...perfect white
...with no words

it is thin but it's clear

The Very Large Hat

by Jane Siberry

in the summertime
on the sidewalk here
I see a nickel. well, I...
I guess I'm happening

is there... is there something special
you'd like me to buy you?
in bold colours, maybe?
anything you like
you can be happening, too 

good to go crazy just to go
good to go crazy just to show
that we're alive (and that we know) 

it takes two days to get there by train
two days! two days to get there by boat
it takes forever if you go by inertia
no time if you don't believe in time 

good to go crazy just to go
good to go just to go
life is a big place
makes me wonder
makes me want to know 

lots of legs and lots of arms
a tray... a tray of beer goes sailing by
up there somewhere
a great band is playing
they're hot - everybody's hot
everybody's dancing tonight 

would you say this is high enough? no.
what about that... is that better? no.
stand on my shoulders...
any improvement?
okay, okay - what can we try?
the only thing left is...
to maybe... fly higher... higher... bye!! 

summer in the Yukon in the land of the midnight sun
nuggets hit the counter
would you like a beer?
I'll buy this round

it's the top... it's the top of the world up here
is it high enough for you
"I want to take you higher"
have you... uh...
decided yet about the hat? 

life is a big place
makes me wonder
makes me want to know

Vladimir Vladimir

by Jane Siberry

section I

I wouldn't call it dark one spade
three spades I wouldn't call it
light either four spades pass oh
oh there go all my coins there's
someone at the door what was that?
there's water nearby I can tell
drop down to or pass on by? pass
on by and after the meeting they
asked me if I would like to become
the conductor of their choir I
couldn't believe it isn't it fantastic? 

it's not art it's self-defense it
it captures him he has to capture
it back it's a power struggle self-
defense it's not art not art are
these your coins? oh yeah did you
sit down? are you cold? no I'm cold
I mean yes grainy I was thinking
of something else pretty cold brrr
no don't sound like you're reading
it just sort of say it there are
mountains nearby like you're moving
through the night I can tell and it's grainy 

I can hear the coins
dropping on them drop down to or
pass on by? pass on by has nothing
to do with the church because it
is a choir from the church but they
say it doesn't matter we sing other
songs as well beauty without scrutiny
that's a true definition of it 

I could tell it was beautiful before
I even saw it and I pressed through
the tourists swimming swimming
through the freezing pins to see and I
couldn't see you could say one more
silent something pressing through the
graininess of night I'm really longing
forward to see you now let the music
play for a while grainy grain 

this time I remembered to say I love
you and then we moved through a
dark valley and then up into the
sky and I said LOOK! LOOK! but there
was not a speck to be seen... 

but there's water nearby...

section II

there is a man
standing in a field
leans on his hoe
stares down the furrows
counts on his fingers
one more endless flight
of the inarticulate soul
that he borrows

section III

Vladimir Vladimir
standing in the field
'til he lines his
sight along the furrows
waiting for the...
waiting for the...
waiting for the flight

set against the fading light
waiting for his
hand to put the hoe down
waiting for the...
waiting for the...
waiting for the flight

Mein Bitte

by Jane Siberry

I want a good deal
better if it's free
but I charge a lot
want more money
don't want to work
just want more pay
cut corners here
make more that way 

(meanwhile...)

I work in a large room
(I work in a room that's large and bare)
I'm at this workbench every day
(I never miss a day)
I keep my tools very organized
(I have a special place
for all my tools)
this tinny radio is all I play
(I love music)

I'm working on this new invention
(and I'm really, really excited about it)
I think it needs something extra here
(in the evenings I read tool catalogues)
I'm studying the grain of my workbench
(I can fix anything you like)
I'm humming a tune while I wait
for the answer to appear

when I get stuck I go fishing
put in the clutch so to speak and glide
I coast among the rabble
and the right words
in my work I take great pride

(meanwhile) 

I need more things
I need more money
don't want to work
want things for free
cut corners here
make more that way
I have no pride
the world is unfair
wah... 

my shop is a long meadow
in a winding landscape
in a series of elevations
with a few cows
and a babbling brook 

I love to do what I love to do
this excludes anything I don't like to do
the pleasure is in the peace of mind
the pleasure is mine
mein bitte... 

mein bitte: to me it means "my pleasure/what makes one tick"

The Empty City

by Jane Siberry

the outline of the city
the sheerness of its height
I thought that I was kidding
when I said - I love this sight

I love this skyline
towers rising from the trees
white bars on a blue graph
not exactly flapping in the breeze

cast upon a great white plaza
filtered down through architects' maps
a stand of glassy super-structures
rising from the sprawling city flats

streaming to the blue sea
gleaming like beluga
reduced to teeming atoms
and shimmering in the heat 

hope you have your camera
hope you have some paper
because if no one gets this down
then it's gone forever 

this is the elevator
I press all the buttons
every floor is different
a different number anyway

the marble in the lobby
the silent corridors
is this the new church
out of which.. no one pours

I feel I'm rising higher
I must be in the clouds by now
I knew it when I saw it
I picked the right office tower

I feel I heard it lift off
break away from all the rest
lifting its great heaviness 

hope you have your camera... 

strange when I think about it
well, that I should write of birds
and flying things
I always tried to avoid it
reminds me of dumb girls and bad poetry
well - I'm not perfect

I don't know why it moves me
maybe I'm going to die soon
a secret known only to
known only to not even me

I want to live forever
I fear maybe you don't
I fear that I will lose you
leave me here to carry on alone

that's why I'm not that surprised
that one has broken away
has lifted from the silent earth
and carried me away 

hope you have your camera
hope you have some paper
because if no one gets this down
then it's gone forever 

a crystalline set of dominoes
except not really crystalline
and sort of domino-like
but not really

life is a tall white building
lifting from the silent earth
it's carrying a message
carrying it away 

I am only...
I am only...

Map Of The World (Part II)

by Jane Siberry

you mentioned La Piéta, the dotted line
the holy flapping dress, white legs carving darkness
and you traced your thoughts on the tablecloth
as you were speaking

so when you left
I grabbed the white and telling tablecloth
and I carried it out into the empty streets
and I laid it down to see what I could see

I led my horse along the latitudes
across the folds and into white
and somehow along the way
my horse slid off sideways and was gone forever

I mourned and then forgot about it I resumed the line
the latitudes and longitudes are calling me
they're stringing me out across the seas forever 

they say - da da...
map of the world 

I run along the dotted line
and I grab my flapping dress - wheeee
and the global winds rush past me
shouting - this is happiness
a quick fling to the global edge
that spans the vast expanse

to where the mountains meet like relay-runners
to where the snow caps do and the snow-fleurs try
I raise one arm up to the sky
to touch a speck - an eagle flies
and a stick-figure on the other side
he waves back to me... 

he said - da da...
map of the world 

a stick-figure with briefcase and a business suit and tie
he walks across the perfect lawn
(you mean the perfect-perfect-perfect lawn?)
and he stands there at the foot of the golden office tower

he says - "I must get to work today
I have to get inside somehow"
but the golden office tower
was just a cliff the sun was setting on
so he ran up along the cliff and was gone forever 

he said - da da...

you were with us when we held
our meetings at the edge of the plains
la pieta, broad topics like life and death
(is dinner ready yet?)
yes - it's a map of the world 

I run along the dotted line beyond the mountain tops
past the far-flung ice floes and the outlying tundra
and I circle down to see what I can see

I can see ten men of the kremlin
ten pegs upon the plains
ten men with stony faces
facing west where night erases
shadows in the places
where the faces of the kremlin used to be 

they say - da da...
map of the world

The Taxi Ride

by Jane Siberry

it's clear to me now
I understand
a jump of cards
in an idle man's hand
ohhh... you're sleeping
this is the story
of your leaving

I can win you with reason
I can make you agree
the way that I love you
it only makes sense
that you love me
but down through the sad facts I'm sifting
you did not think this
without help from me

I've called a taxi
it's coming at dawn
I said send the best one
it's a long, long, lonely ride
to find the perfect lover for your lover
and the morning light is breaking

I thought I heard someone screaming outside
but it was just a bus pulling away


love is a strange thing
it depends what one gives
and sometimes to give means
give someone away
ohhh... you're sleeping
the same sad pillow
said you're leaving

I move with your breathing
I breathe with your beauty
your sweet heaviness
your deep voice your soft neck
I press my face
...did you call me?...
it's only the trees outside flailing
it's only the sirens that are wailing

hurry up driver
you're going too slow
can't you go faster
it's a long, long, lonely ride
to find the perfect lover
for your lover
and the morning light is breaking

and then you realize you are alone
and your skin against the cold
metal of awareness you fall into
a deeper dreamless slumber and
a stranger enters the room and
is struck by the transparency of
your cheeks and then your arms
and hands and wonders at the
waxen figure and walks out again
the stranger walks out into the
street watching cars pass and
people cross and scenery change
he sees a palm frond thinks how
ugly - is surprised by the violence
of the thought looks again at it
feels nothing and walks on

a deep and dreamless slumber
where only the slow pulse
in the waxen temples keeps vigil
 

The Waitress

by Jane Siberry

I have to clear your table
I wipe it
it's right to keep it clean
so I clean
yes - I clean
do you clean?
yes - I clean it 

I have to empty ash trays
so I empty them
it's right to keep them clean
so I clean
yes - I clean
I'm the queen of the clean 

and I'd probably be famous now
if I wasn't such a good waitress 

I am a drag at parties
'cuz it upsets me
to see so many empties
and I have to pick them up
or I have to go home 

but sometimes I have nightmares
and the ashtrays are filling up
and I can't find my section
and the bottles are flying through the air
like crazy autumn leaves
and I can't find my section
I lost my section I lost my section
I can't find it somebody help me please
I am in quicksand
I am in mud to my knees
help me... 

I have to know the regulars
well - I don't have to
but I like to know their names
and I know them even better when they're nice to me 

and I'd probably be famous now
if I wasn't such a good waitress

I Muse Aloud

by Jane Siberry

my baby
I know I make him feel so good
he's prostrate on the highest cloud
I love to be with him
with him I love to be
of him I wish to muse aloud

and I know what he's thinking
I know what he's saying
I know what he's doing

when he's walking down the street
he smiles at all the girls
the girls - they smile at him
I fill my baby up
I fill him up with so much love
he falls in love with them 

and I know...
...and I feel so fine
and I feel so good
feel so fine... 

everything looks beautiful to him

especially girls
he wants to be with them
and if he wants to be
with all the girls he meets
it's 'cuz I make him feel so good 

and I know...
...and I feel so fine
and I feel so good
feel so fine...

Dancing Class

by Jane Siberry

I like to take a dancing class each year
it helps myself to keep in touch with me
and the girls I meet are different
t than the ones I meet at work
and there's always at least
one sensitive guy

there is a girl I like to pair up with
she comes from Germany she's beautiful
and I like the way she dresses
and I like the way she moves
we never speak we only acquiesce

there is a mirror in the locker room
and sometimes after class we stay and dance
and she always shows me new steps
and I try to follow her
follow her? Berlin is far away

I must stay
I must stay in shape
I must try
I must try new steps
must perfect
must perfect each move
that's harder?
I will try that then
but sometimes
sometimes I have fears
a strange and
a strange and dark force
is trying
trying to pry me
pry me from
pry me from myself
this is why
this is why I move
this is why
this is why I dance
must protect
must perfect each step
I must try
I must dance faster

this is the last dancing class I'll have
the announcement came today after the class
she said - you're two hundred years old now
there's no one left to hold you
this is the last dancing class you'll have

Extra Executives

by Jane Siberry

blowing kisses off his face
like flies - like little flies
blowing like a grouper fish
floating through the reefs 

his card says "executive"
but it mumbles "just a salesman"
he's not sure just who you are
but you might be a good connection

extra executives with a general desire
extra executives with a general desire
general desire
general desire
he took a course in sales
he's never been the same

a certain way to do things
respect for expectations
his bank gets a promotion
but his brain gets a vacation

he's looking over your shoulder
at the party for a person
who will change his life
reward him somehow
hey... I'm talking to you 

extra executives...

one time...

everything's an exercise
for the extra executive
he's not sure just who you are
but you might be a good connection

blowing kisses off his face
like flies... like little flies
blowing like a grouper fish
floating through the reefs

waiting for that special deal in the sky
that he never has to trade in
the telephone call that never comes
the letter's not in the letterbox
the handshake that will close the deal
the telegram that will change his life 

extra executives with a general desire
extra executives with a general desire
general desire
general desire
he took a course in sales
he's never been the same

You Don't Need

by Jane Siberry

I think it is the hardest
when I see you look at her
in a way I thought was only meant for me
inspired by me
and my heart is black and heavy
it is slags of Merthyr Tydfil
and it heaves once
and then it sighs once
and then there's nothing more

you don't need anybody
you don't need any comfort
you don't need any lovers
you can get it from yourself
you don't need anyone to want you
don't want anyone to need you
and I think I have yourself almost convinced
I have yourself almost convinced

so I walk on through the marshes
and my cheek are burning white
and my hood is your rejection
and my pain is your connection
and a bird I don't recall called
don't recall called
don't recall
and I know you must be there
because people stop to talk to you

you don't need... 

and the wind howls cross the ice floes
and the frozen furrows quicken
as I stumble to the tundra
and the tundra is my lover
and I lie here
and I wait here
and I raise one arm unto the sky
and if I raise it high enough
and hold it long enough
will the snow pull me back through?
and it's Beddgelert and frozen dirt
the snow a soothing, smoothing, soothing hand

you don't need anybody
you don't need any comfort
you don't need any lovers
you can get it from yourself
you don't need anyone to want you
don't want anyone to need you
and I think I have yourself almost convinced
I have yourself almost convinced

so I ate a star from the far back, black sky
and it floated up behind one eye and wavered there

• Merthyr Tydfil: A coal mining area in South Wales notorious for black slag heaps (coal waste).

Symmetry

by Jane Siberry

...or say you're in a room
and there's a beautiful fire
and you're looking out the window
(at the snow and the winter streets below)
but your eyes keep returning to the fire

this is what I'm thinking
the reason your eyes keep returning to the fire
is because it divides your sight
into left and right
and dark and light and dark
like a fine dividing wire

here's another thing
that I noticed last night
when he kissed me over there
he usually kissed me over here, too

I must have known it in my heart
and with my inner sense of art
because when I kiss him over there
I never kiss him over here, too 

it's the way of the world
people do it everywhere
if you're going to do it over here
then usually they do it over there, too 

symmetry is the way things have to be

or say you're at a table
and you have your forks and knives
do you move them around
'til you get them just right?
(this is while you're talking to someone)
or you work in a nightclub
and you notice that
even though you try to seat everyone
on one side of the room
they always spread themselves out evenly
from this side to that
like atoms in a model

it's the way of the world
people do it everywhere
if you're going to do it over here
then usually they do it over there, too

symmetry is the way things have to be

or say you're in an air show
and you're flying with two other pilots
and you want to do it right
because you like to do it right

and one guy is flying
at the tip of your left wing
and the other guy's off doing his own thing
would it bother you?
it bothers me 

it's the way of the world
people do it everywhere
if you're going to do it over here
then usually they do it over there, too 

symmetry is the way things have to be

(you can't chop down a symmetry)

Follow Me

by Jane Siberry

I want you to love
the things you love and even more
follow me follow me
less gives less and more gives more
is your love sweeter now than it was before?
cross-purpose love it never flies
true love's pure- it magnifies
follow me follow me 

it always surprises me
when I make you laugh
when you laugh at me
follow me follow me
makes me want to do it more
I like your laugh - it pleases me
I see the lake behind the trees
flashing in ones and twos and threes
follow me follow me

there is nothing you need that
you don't have or can't do

I have love and so I stay
I have none so I go away
follow me follow me
you have no love you need me now
so I go away I free you now
I'll see you later on my love
got to go down to rise above
follow me follow me

you would love to see me now
you'd love to be with me
follow me follow m
e hold me close and don't let go
don't say yes don't say no
I see the lake between the trees
flashing in ones and twos and threes
follow me follow me

there is nothing you need that
you don't have or can't do

Mimi On The Beach

by Jane Siberry

I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I scan for the both of us
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I stand and scan on the strand of sand
stand and scan on the strand of sand 


but first I'm sitting over here
see that gaggle of guys and girls
a typical day at the beach
typical 'til I make my speech

there is a girl out on the sea
floating on a pink surfboard
with a picnic lunch and parasol
sitting there like a typical girl

well, this is not a locker room
and that's a surfboard not a yacht
the arrangement's not...quite...quite there

one girl laughs a skinny guys
someone else points out a "queer"
they're all jocks both guys and girls
press the button take your cue 

and see the girl with perfect teeth
she picks up lonely guys in bars
then she take off when they've bought her drinks
don't you have money? I ask
of course, I do

well, this is not a locker room
and that's a surfboard not a yacht
the arrangement's not...quite...quite there

but the day was faultless in beauty
pitched on tropical scenery
stretched from white sand
up to the open sky
down to the shining sea again
and then back to me and

Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach
Mimi and me

I'm still sitting over there
one guy just got up and brayed
they wag their words - they're all in heat
I can ignore it - just don't steam up the view

Mimi's still out on the sea
floating on a pink surfboard
she's checking out her arms and legs
in case her casing's getting burnt

well, this is not a locker room
and that's a surfboard not a yacht
the arrangement's not...quite...quite there

but the day was faultless in beauty
pitched on tropical scenery
stretched from white sand
up to the open sky
down to the shining sea again
and then back to me and

Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach
Mimi and me 

Mimi, you don't know me
but I've been watching you all day
and I've come to the edge of the water
to have my say
the picnic lunch is off, Mimi
throw your parasol away
put your belly to the board, Mimi
and paddle out to sea
then turn the board around, Mimi
until you're facing me
and then you wait for the waves to start building
for the valleys to deepen
and the mountains to increase in height
and when the right time comes, Mimi
you grab the edges of the pink surfboard
with your hands
and lift yourself up
and see as far as you can see
stand up, Mimi
stand up, Mimi
stand up!

I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I scan for the both of us
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I stand and scan on the strand of sand
stand and scan on the strand of sand


the great leveller is coming
and he's not going to stop to take your pulse
and he's not going to ask you
why you're the way you are
and I think that's the worst part
you never get a chance to explain yourself
and he's going to take those mountains
and shove them into the valleys
until there's nothing left but a vast expanse
and you'll float there, Mimi
on the flat Sargasso sea of your soul
and if they pull you away
from your bleaching pink surfboard
and stretch you across the wind
you'll make no sound
wet leaves on a dry map
nothing. nobody.
the great leveller or the great escape, Mimi?
the great leveller or the great escape?

but the day was faultless in beauty
pitched on tropical scenery
stretched from white sand
up to the open sky
down to the shining sea again
and then back to me and

Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach
Mimi and me

there is a girl out on the sea
floating on a pink surfboard
with a picnic lunch and parasol
the arrangement's not...quite...quite there.

Map Of The World (Part I)

by Jane Siberry

wait
wait
waiting for the lights to
change that I may
move on
move on

weight
weight
it floats nearby
silent - staring
cold blue
cold blue 

still
still
it floats nearby
sad quotations
see - through fingers
I only wanted time
further down the line
further down the line 

still
still
the pines that line the road sigh
say you have
say they have
time
say you
much more time
time
time

also the marbles in the clearing
that click and break
like toy lightning
on the pallet of the (gods)
and the pines that surround
make a humming sound
as I fill my sac with glass
and my steps divide
the clearing in half
leaving a single stripe in time

a single stripe in time

Marco Polo

by Jane Siberry

How did I ever get into this mess?
I fell in the river and I wrecked my dress
I wanted to look good
because he's coming tonight
and he's bringing me things that I like

oh Marco - I'm shallow
but I don't want you to think
that you're buying my love
with these frivolous things
but I'm dying for dresses
and I've run out of perfume
and I'm pining for a wine
that is halfway decent

please don't think I'm forward
but I made a reservation
at our favourite restaurant tonight for two
and if you need a place to stay
I mean if all the hotels are full
well - my roommate
is gone for the weekend

oh Marco - I'm shallow
but I don't want you to think
that you're buying my love
with these frivolous things
but I'm dying for dresses
and I've run out of perfume
and I'm pining for a wine
that is halfway decent

Marco Polo is coming tonight
and he's bringing me things that I like

This Girl I Know

by Jane Siberry

All I said was why are you so fat
if you don't want to be like that?
no big deal - I just want to know

mind your own business
no, I don't mean you
it's that table over there
I think they think I'm being rude
I'm not being rude
I just want to know

then she said -
you know I'm going to
lose a lot of weight someday
I'll get some new clothes
I'll change my style
I'll cut my hair
I'll meet a lot of men
I'll have a lot of dates
I'll discriminate

I'll get myself together
and then I said - why not do it now
if you don't really want to be and all that?
no big deal - I just want to know

mind your own business
no, I don't mean you
it's that table over there
I think they think I'm being rude
I'm not being rude
I just want to know

then she said -
you know I'm going
to lose a lot of weight someday...
and then she leaned over to me
and she said this is going to sound weird
but the reason I don't do it now
is I have this crazy fear
that I wouldn't know what to do
if a man thought I was... sexy or something

and then she leaned back
and I leaned back
and we didn't say very much after that

The Sky So Blue

by Jane Siberry

We're going to the seashore
going to burst upon the brine
from a car that's full of babies
and dogs and food and wine
sand in our suits and salt in our hair
and everyone feeling so fine

the sky is so blue
you can see right through
my heart it is so big
I can't get through the door
that's what I'm here for

we're going to the country
and we're going to plant so seeds
we're going to steal some cow corn
and drive across the fields
dance around the scarecrows
do whatever we please

we're going to the country
in our little deux-chevaux
we're going to put the roof down
crank the radio up full
honk at all the cars we meet
and let them know we know

the sky is so blue...

we're going to the mountains
where there's still a little snow
going to do some spring skiing
go as fast as we can go
give instructions from the chair-lift
and tell all the tourists to go for it

see the shorts and t-shirts
go whizzing through the trees
with their hollywood sunglasses
and the scratches on their knees
yodeling on the mountain-side
and cutting the air like chick-a-dees

the sky is so blue...

we're going to the lake now
to spend our summer days
we're going to do some sailing
we're going to catch some rays
when it gets too hot
we'll roll off the dock
and paddle around the bay

and when the lake is quiet
at midnight we will float
with our blankets and our beer
in our almost-leak-proof boat
never seen so many stars
on the starry lake we float

the sky is so blue...

we're going to the cliffs today
to see if we can fly
I think I could do better
with your wing out of my eye
you can see for miles up here
open heart in open sky

the sky is so blue
you can see right through
la la la
my heart it is so big
I can't get through the door
that's what I'm here for

The Mystery At Ogwen's Farm

by Jane Siberry

Ogwen
Bessie's gone
Bessie's gone away
I looked in the high meadow for her
I think she's gone
I looked down by the river
and I looked behind the barn

Ogwen
Bessie's gone
Bessie's gone away
I saw this girl down by the fence
in the morning mist
telling things to Bessie
it was strange - I wonder if...

Ogwen
Bessie's gone
Bessie's gone away
maybe it's a blessing
what with winter coming on
because you see -
the man who owns this farm
was going to sell her to the yards

oh, I hope she really got away
oh Ogwen, we are old
I guess nothing is ever ours
so much that we don't know
Ogwen
Bessie's gone
Bessie's gone away

The Magic Beads

by Jane Siberry

I reached the desert as the sun was rising
on the day that you were passing though
the caravan you traveled in was crowded
and I didn't like the people around you

those people hushed me
when I tried to call you
they pushed me back
and would not let me through
and these thin arms
weren't strong enough to part them
so back into the roadside rocks I withdrew

sometimes I am nervous when the night comes
I hear so many noises that are new
but I try not to think of you too often
I try not to use the beads you threw

oh babe
I conjured you up by mistake
I know that I'm supposed to wait
but when will I see you again?

in daytime I do dances for the tourists
I strike a pose I hope they can't ignore
my hope is to attract your caravan to me
and then beat them to your side
before they know

oh babe, I'm really sitting by the road
I hug my knees and hope that I'll see you
I made up that bit about the dances
but it keeps me from using
the beads you threw

oh babe
I conjured you up by mistake
I know that I'm supposed to wait
but when will I see you again?

your caravan told me I was not one of them
because the way I talked
was not part of their school
I made too much fun of California
well, I made too much fun of paper tools

you yourself, you told me not to join them
you said I would do better where I was
but is this really true? - I get so lonely
the only wine that fills me up is you

oh babe
I conjured you up by mistake
I know that I'm supposed to wait

but when will I see you again?
I am not as nervous when the night comes
and darkness falls among these desert rocks
even though I still touch your beads
and wish for you
waiting becomes easier than not

oh babe
I conjured you up by mistake
I know that I'm supposed to wait
but when will I see you again?
when?

Writers Are A Funny Breed

by Jane Siberry 

It is very quiet here so still
I don't live here I live down the hill
on this winter's afternoon
the distant sun
it slowly swings the room around
this room hangs on a golden chain
suspended frozen
frozen in time since you went away

walking through your rooms
I touch your things
flitting these aren't fingers these are wings
it says April on your calendar
it's winter now - I wonder where you are
I hope it's warm and sunny
or cold and windy
as long as you're fine

your house is as tumble-down as mine
crumpled papers everywhere like mine
this one says 'I'll write no more'
that one says 'don't lock the door'
writers are a funny breed
I should know (well, maybe)

you said someday when we're pure and high
we won't need to capture and describe
the things we see or don't see
we'll let things be
let things be
that's when you'd leave

writers are a funny breed

and that is why I had to come today
my mad scribbling
crumpled, crippled, fey
tossing words from ledges that erode
from ledges - I am not a goat
I am not a piece of chalk
I just want to do it right like you

and now I stand here in your house
everything's so still
I wonder if I'll write again
or let things be
or let things be

writers are a funny breed
frozen in time since you went away

The Strange Well

by Jane Siberry

One time I saw Canada
fall through a hole in the sky
I do not know
if I was really sad to see her go
for in her place there was a herd
of early morning cows
they moved in one direction
they knew where, when, how, why not

there is a strange well
I go to and each time
I lean, I look
I learn, I leave
I go back to town
saying things I don't believe

my words they're just pebbles under water
they rise like flocks of birds
they are discontinued
because the well has overheard and said
are your opinions not confirmed
until you tell them to someone
and is this lonely night not real
until it has been framed as one

there is a strange well...

I spoke about the rosewood proud
and I said this river is wise
and I said these mountains are all-seeing
said the well- you must realize
that once again your words have pulled
the universe out of place
to exist it need not have a human face

there is a strange well...
and sometimes when I go there
and my heart is clear
there are no visions
there are no sounds to hear

oh strange well
does your voice rise and fall
when I am away?
and do your watercolours run
like they're doing today?

there is a strange well
I go to and each time
I lean, I look
I learn, I leave
I go back to town
saying things I don't believe

Above The Treeline

by Jane Siberry

I went out with Wolf tonight
I had so many worries on my mind
I was feeling lost
feeling confused, feeling afraid
I wanted to hide
but when I got home after work
Wolf would not let me stay inside
so I put on my heavy coat and kerchief
and closed the door behind us

I followed Wolf across the road
he took a trail that leads up through the forest
I saw Wolf's shadow moving
through the trees ahead of me
don't go too fast , Wolf
and finally we got to the other side
it was so still
it was so bright and clear
for there stretched before us
like a ballroom glove in the moonlight
lay the snow fields

it was a starry night
and the snow had stopped falling
and I feel that I heard
someone singing

fly us to the moon
high above our upturned faces
booming in the bright
send some good things
down on this earth tonight

Wolf ran out into the glittering fields
I stood and watched him from the treeline
the starry heavens danced down on the snow
then up again like gateways gathering
then somehow I was out there with Wolf
I stared at him he looked so different
oh Wolf, I can't stop laughing
but I feel somehow that everything is alright

it was a starry night...
I don't know how many miles
we traced across the snow
maybe a thousand
I followed Wolf in peace
and I don't even know if we were breathing
and part of me never went home
after that night
I think it stayed there
but it is in good care beneath the stars
above the fields of snow that stretch there

it was a starry night
and the snow had stopped falling
and I feel that I heard
someone singing
fly us to the moon
high above our upturned faces
booming in the bright
send some good things
down on this earth tonight 

In The Blue Light

by Jane Siberry

I was on a train
somewhere in Spain
sometime in the night
I drew up my knees
in second class
and watched in the blue light

strangers beside me
strangers across from me
they've closed their eyes
so far away from home
the empty stations echo
as we go dreaming by

I miss you like crazy
I wish that you were here
holding me

so many times
I see something
I want to show you
like the crazy man
crying on his violin
I gave him 2 drachmas for you

and every city square
pigeons everywhere
fountains and painters
I sit upon the steps
my chin upon my knees
I watch lovers go by

I miss you like crazy
I wish that you were here
holding me
because you give me peace
you give me hope
I love you

of course there are other men
sharing in the sways and bends
of Paris and Rome
and though I do not know
exactly what the difference is
I never asked them home

it made me realize
how beautiful and strange
is the bird of love
flies so differently
cries so differently
from the bird of whatever the other

I miss you like crazy
I wish that you were here
holding me
because you give me peace
you give me hope
I love you
do I give you something too?