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Something I wouldn’t have hoped for…
What if all this time you assumed
Everyone else was listening to Her
Then, She tells you
There might
Be a chance
That no one else is
Adore
(assume) Ass u n’ or me
Forever
“That’s what I wanna do”
All right
Alright
Now, our circumstance
Is what it is
Can I depend on you
To get the message through?
In a season
When wishes come true
What do you
Wish for?
Reason?
Or, just
For more?
Browse
A catalog
Mark
Your picks
Maybe
Make
A registry
To house
Gift commands…
Other demands?
Is that
Not you
You’re…
Someone else?
Out of the shadows
Out of the mist
A new year’s
Wish list
This season
The wish
Is for reason?
For mankind
To be man kind
Understanding
Peace
Love
And…
thereof;
on Earth
as it is
Heaven
Raise The Dead by The Snake Handling Immortal tongue Speakers
Intro:
Bugle starts off playing Taps
While guitarist *taps* the guitar
You’re gonna raise the dead
Playing music like that
She said,
“This song’s ’bout my son”
I meant no disrespect
I heard what you said
“My son is dead”
“At that time…
… of trouble
Your people
Shall be delivered.
And many of those who sleep
In the dust of the earth
Shall awake.”
Raise the dead
May my spirit
Raise the dead
I can hear it
Raise the dead
Not just inside my head
May we shine
The brightness of the firmament
May we shine
The brightness of the fulfillment
She said,
“That’s my girl
I don’t know who you are
But, you better be special”
You said,
“That’s Daniel.”
[spoken word to bugle and Krista tapping… add pagpipe interweave Amazing Grace ]
“Those who are wise shall shine
Like the brightness of the firmament,
And those who turn many to righteousness
Like the stars forever and ever.”
And many of those who sleep
In the dust of the earth
Shall awake.”
[end spoken word]
Raise the dead
May my spirit
Raise the dead
I can hear it
Raise the dead
Not just inside my head
May we shine
The brightness of the firmament
May we shine
The brightness of the fulfillment
At this time
Your people
Shall be delivered.
by Daniel Brouse on Tuesday, November 23, 2010 at 8:23pm
A lil’ bird
Flew up to my window
As I was speeding
On my way
Oh, I dunno why
In such a rush
Not stopping
To smell
The roses
On the way
There
And, then
That day
I could see happiness
Will always
Find a way
Fly
Love will fly there
Fly
Feel like ya wanna die
Fly
Will lift you up
Lost hope… wanna sigh?
Fly
You know Roe?
FLY
by Daniel Brouse on Wednesday, November 24, 2010 at 8:53am
Sherri Lee
You tempt me
With all that’s good
We could
Sing
We could
Dance
We could do
Most anything
With your power of touch
There ain’t much
Left to chance
You’re not a matter
Of good luck
You’re plain good
When it comes to average
Or extra ordinary
I take the stance —
You’re the latter
(more to come… went from writing this*outside* in my car
to writing *inside* the comfort of the studio as it relates to Sherri Lee being energy out in the world and Sherri Lee making people feel comfortable… warm within)
Sherri
Lee
Certainly
Brings….
All the while,
She’ll gladly do it with a smile
Sherri
Lee
Certainly
Brings
Many good things
By Daniel Brouse · Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Got things to do?
Do you?
You do.
Ooooooo… come and play
For a brief bit
Forget
The trivial
Let’s get real
This day
Feeeeeeeeel
Ghost Whisperer
by Daniel Brouse on Thursday, November 18, 2010 at 4:17pm
MP3 (live 1-track stereo recording)
An attempt at scribing for the spirits.
instrumentation:
* Flute (orchestra type)
* Casio wk-3500, Ambient 2, Tempo 136, Tone Stereo Choir
* MicroKorg, midi patch in from wk-3500 autosettings
* Casio wk-500, Tone split Piano upper Acoustic Bass lower
vocals and microphones: 2 Senneiser Evolution microphones. 1 through a DigiTech RP3 #93 in stereo. 1 through a BossBR-600 Effect Kick Compression in stereo.
“Coming from a place of sensitivity”
Clarivointcy
“Coming from a place of sensitivity”
Transparency
You can see right through me
Being a medium
Is not very average
Some
If not all living
Can be unforgiving
… even savage.
Speaking in tongues
Ghost whisperer
Shhh! Hear Her?
Ghost whisperer
Screams
From the top of his lungs
Handling snakes
Whatever it takes
To peak
Through the seams
To seek
What it means
Sometimes
You may look like a freak
When you go to speak
To the dead
However
It’s worth hearing
What is said
No one lives forever!
No one lives forever?
It takes
Trying to give away
Every Joule of energy
It takes
Trying to give away
Every jewel of energy
Extemporaneous
Stream of consciousness
The elimination of *me*
So, that I may see
Speaking in tongues
Handling snakes
Whatever it takes
Often times
You may look like a freak
When you go to speak
Exposing one’s soul
Can take a toll
Exposing one’s sole
Can take a toll
Groove Train Rider
by Daniel Brouse on Wednesday, November 17, 2010 at 1:39pm
Inspired by the Groove Train Riders. Thanks!
Woot wooooooot!??
All aboard!
Let’s move the masses
Let’s move the hoard
Before our time passes
Can we
Get ’em to move
Can we
Get in the groove?
Take the tube
To Piccadilly Circus
To cause a ruckus
Come unglued
Gonna ride
Ride that train
Come back
On track
Gonna ride
Ride that train
Clickity, clickity, clickity, clack
Inside Her (God)
The Groove Train Rider
Groove Train Ride Her
Pennlyn
Paoli
To Penn Station
Ft. Washington
To 30th Street
Barely
Keep the beat
Almost
A runaway train
Woot wooooooot!?
Verging on insane
Woot wooooooot!?
Come back
On track
Gonna ride
Ride that train
Woot wooooooot!?
* Woot wooooooot!? by The Groove Train Riders
I had to pull into the Wawa parking lot
and, jot this down….
The place I like the most
Is where creation occurs
There’s a place in this lyric
Where creation occurs
There’s a place in this song
Where creation occurs
Doesn’t matter much
If it’s off-beat
To that
Of a different drummer
I’m still amazed
I bare witness
To creation
The place
With the space
To allow the future
To unfold
Or, so I’m told
That’s the place
I’ve been trying to explain
I thought everyone knew
Now, I come to find
More one-of-a-kind
And, for them
It’s something knew?
Well, not a sin
To come on in
Kind-a-like watching
The birth of your child
And, imagining
The point of conception
The creation
That’s the place
Not a sin
To come on in