LYRICS


EVERYBODY BELONGS

Album Artwork by the great and powerful  Jahna Vashti .

Album Artwork by the great and powerful Jahna Vashti.

FOREST CREATURES

Well all you crickets and fireflies can we have a party in the forest tonight,

round and round the redwood grove, you sing the highs and i’ll sing the lows.

Get the muskrat playing the tambourine, that barn owl sure can flap his wings. Even the badger plays the mandolin, I’ll keep the time with a cattail in each hand. Brother bullfrog can play that bass, with a lily pad strapped to a garden snake. Tim the tortoise on the slide guitar, he started out slow but he’s come so far!

Bandits boys can pick that banjo, I mean who’s ever heard of a raccoon solo? The foxes came up from underground, ooooh la la ooooh la la ooooh la la, swayin their hips to the forest sounds.

Swayin’ their hips to the forest sounds!

THE GIFT

Where there’s a memory of You

whether it’s old or it’s new

Where there’s a memory of You

there is a gift.

I may see your reflection in a blade of grass

or out off the highway near Tioga Pass

Sometimes it’s out on old 41,

or watching the redwoods raise arms toward the Son

where there’s a memory of You, there is a gift.


You made this river run upside down,

you made the sheep and the billy goats and cows.

You brought up the mountains majestic and proud,

and laid them to rest where the ocean sits down.

Whoever can say they know just what you’ve done?

You move without a sound and sing without notes (How strange it’s become).

Don’t think I know your name, but I’ve seen your face in all the people I love.

Oh God just these memories of you, they are enough.


I’ve seen wild berries and fresh water springs,

what sort of Author can this mystery contain?

I’ve come to your market without any cash,

like some crazy drifter all covered in rags.

oh God how you look at me, right in my eyes and whisper, “My sweetheart there’s nothing to buy, no debt to be paid.  It’s all a gift, I called you by name.  It’s all for you!”


All these memories of you, I trust these memories of you.


Where there’s a memory of You

whether it’s old or it’s new,

Where there’s a memory of You

there is a gift.

OH BE GRATEFUL!

I heard someone say once “life is a garden, and we are the seeds that will grow.”

But i wondered if they ever worked with a shovel, or labored the seeds once they’re sown? Because nothing will break your heart like it can, and leave you standing empty handed.

I had heirloom tomatoes but the deer and the critters all feasted on the last of my crops. They had blackberry pie and blueberry jam, left me with nothing.

Then they said, “Be grateful for all you have, don’t worry next year will come. Next year please plant your garden, oh your garden, and leave some for us.”

Well I said this year ends all my famine and suffering, I threw nets all over the yard. I built walls so tall around the dirt in my garden and laid traps among the sycamore bark.

Those gophers they gnawed through the wood and the wire, the snails left trails from the west. The blue Jays sent one of their strongest dive bombers and broke through all of my nets.

Oh the strawberries screamed, “WE’RE DEAD!” to the eggplant, “Go out with your hats held high.” And the Mantis was praying high on the vine, guess what he said…

Oh be grateful for all you have, don’t worry next year will come. You who come from such privilege, plant your garden. You who come from such privilege, plant your garden again in the sun. You who come from such privilege, plant your garden for those who have none.

This year I kept quiet, waiting for the season to turn. Planted my crops same as before, eager for the critters return. Sure enough they all came runnin’ and I met them with a basket of corn. This is your portion my dear friends, would you share it with the Tilamook horse. His owners forget to feed him, and there’s knots all caught in his tail. Tell him he’s not forgotten and most of all…

Be grateful for all you have, don’t worry next year will come. I’ll plant a garden, oh what a garden. Next year I’ll plant a garden.

A garden for you in the sun.

THE MOUNTAINS ARE CALLING

The mountains are calling to me, I can see them out in the distance, but I am far from there so I must go.

The rivers are calling to me, I can hear them running and dancing, but I am far from there so I must go.

My oh my, my oh my, their voices they are a calling. My oh my, my oh my, the rivers they are a flowing.

So I must go.

The bears still play in the meadows, rolling in the grass as it sways. Clever fox you watch but for me I must go.

The pines and the redwoods are waiting, I’ll run my hands through your grooves and say, “bless you my brothers and bless you my sisters.”

I must go.

My oh my how i miss you when I turn my gaze away. My oh my how you move me when I step into that place.

The mountains are calling! The rivers are flowing!

(I must go)


THE JACKRABBIT’S SON

Jackrabbit run toward the light of the morning. The scrapes on your paws. While the world is such a mess.

All things will pass.

What did we teach you??? Press it close against your heart. The mantra we received with our ear pressed to the ground.

All things we ask. Of You all things we ask.

Our Mother she’s quite a painter, our Father he’s quite the giver. Her palette has many colors and His heart has many veins. His heart has many veins.

The Jackrabbit’s son gave himself for the broken. Patching what was torn saying love one another.

All things will pass.

He said, “This one’s from my Father press it close against your heart, the mantra we’ve received when the chorus falls apart.”

All thing we ask. Of You all things we ask.

Our Mother she’s quite a painter, our Father he’s quite the giver. Her palette has many colors and His heart has many veins.

He gave us sagebrush to eat when we’re hungry. He gave us ALL WE NEED. She painted our coats to blend with the ground, all things for You. All things for you. All for you. Oh spirit of God, Son of man.

The Jackrabbit’s Son left his home town, he rode on a donkey and spoke to the crowds he said, “This dry ground is holy! But I was not aware! This dry ground is holy! The proof is everywhere!

The proof is everywhere.


LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR

Well all you people listening would you love your neighbor like you would yourself? Like you would toward your brother or your sister or mother, just love your neighbor like you would yourself.

Even if their hair is shaggy, or they didn’t vote for your same party, love your neighbor like you would yourself.

It’s never too late for you, to bring flowers to the ones with other views. To do unto others what they would do for you. It’s never too late for you.

Love your neighbor like you would yourself. Even if they look a little different. Even if they act a little different. They don’t need to be converted. They don’t need to hear your sermons. Just love your neighbor like you would yourself.

It’s never too late for you to bring flowers to the ones with other views. To do unto others what they would do for you. It’s never. too late for you.

Love your neighbor.

EVERYBODY BELONGS

Well there are many songs in the good book (though I don’t remember most of the words). But I remember the jist… And it goes a little something like this:

Everybody belongs.

TAJ

You wear such a crown. Royal blood flows through your veins, but this family turns the kingdom upside down. Oh the fig tree welcomes the grape vine, everyone belongs. The great gardener prunes our branches all the same. May you always find the well that never seems to dry in the spirit that dwells inside of you. If God is some great canvas and each of us His ink, don’t waste your time asking if the painting is really true.

May you learn in this life being strong is when your weaker, being rich is in fact when you are poor. May your power and your pride, like a castle in the sand come crashing down amongst the shore. May your blessings be many and your burdens be few, would you fight with all your might for what is true. I pray love fills your soul and compassion enters in, may all you do for others be done to you.

Listen to your Mother (She’s probably right) Oh what a precious jewel in this world. When you get a little older and things they will get tough, come share a little wine with your pops. We’ll laugh until it hurts and cry like a flood. Beauty will be the lessons we are taught.

Please follow your heart, oh follow your heart! You can be anybody but no one can be you.

I promise you my son I’ll take care of you, i’ll do the best that I can. Your’e the Taj Mahal. The crown of our hearts.

Your mother and I we love you so.

JUST ME AND YOU IN THE ROOM

It’s quiet now I suppose, at least for me it is. The world is darkened now, at least for me it is.

I don’t know what’s real anymore…more and more…I am in the dark…alone.

It’s hard to sleep sometimes. Inside this cave, can’t see your face. Lord with shaky knees I can’t even see my dreams just those eyes. Glowing bright. Glowing bright how they look at me. And tell me Im scared of death tonight.

I was searching for You I was searching for stillness but You led me here…Yeah so where are You now? Im losing my (fucking) mind.

…But could it be true…Could it be You in the lion’s eyes…?

I heard your voice and I saw the light.

You said, “It’s just me and you in the room.”

“Don’t be distracted by all that you fear. Oh how light shines in the darkness. In the darkest places I am here. It’s true. It’s just me and you.”

It’s just me and you in the room. I can feel you here. I can feel your presence around me.

Around and around.

Me and you in the room.

It’s just me and you.


FIELD RECORDINGS

Mill creek - Quiet stream

Coast Ridge (Big Sur) - Birds playing

Fort Hunter Ligget - Light rain

Rancho Oaks (home) - Frogs on a clear summer night


 CREDITS

Recorded, mixed and mastered at Rancho Oaks Studio in CA.

Guest vocals by Anicia Barefoot, Juniper the dog, Matt Covington, Zara Zaitz, and Chi Chi Agorom.

Trombone - Gracelyn Hedrick

Violin - Jacob Gerhardt