Space Summit

 

I’M ELECTRIC 

As he sat among the trees 
The Moscow moon in the streets 
The Master had a choice 
Should he give this King a voice? 

The séance held the crowd 
Money falling on the ground 
See her passions win the day 
Magicians, redheads, cats at play, obey! 

I’m electric with your magic 
I’m transforming back to morning 

At the ball she hosts the dead 
Learning spells, calling maids who fled 

Catch the moon and fly away 
Leave the rooftops in your wake, all day 

I’m electric with your magic 
I’m transforming back to morning 
I’m dynamic, it’s not tragic 
I’m revolving into dawning 

To paradise they would walk 
The Master and Margarita talk 

 

LIFE THIS WAY 

I’ve been thinking
I’ve been wandering
I’ve been moving
I’ve been calling
All the time
Through the rhymes

I’ve been traveling
I’ve been flying
I’ve been dreaming
I’ve been crying
Through the waves
In the caves

Give me one more chance together
Give me one more day
Give me one more chance to better
Live my life this way

I’ve been chanting
I’ve been writing
I’ve been talking
I’ve been wandering
All the days
Through the maze

I’ve been calling
I’ve been sending
I’ve been giving
I’ve been taking
All the nights
Through the lights

Give me one more chance together
Give me one more day
Give me one more chance to better
Make my life this way

I’ve been thinking
I’ve been wandering
I’ve been moving
I’ve been calling
All the time
Through the rhymes

 

ANCIENT TOWERS

If there was a time in the days before my mind
If there was a wave singing in a cave
Silence rings from every mountaintop
Echoes fill with the valleys below

The ancient towers

Call me on the line I will give you time
Who invented gold deep beneath the cold?
Echoing church bells to the marketplace
Mexican skulls for the Day of the Dead

As she slept the Virgin Mary
Floated into view and then she
Glowed with summer clicking her red shoes
In the sky the ancient ladies
Told her what to do and then she
Went upstairs and floated to the moon

The ancient towers

Hills are calling from the rooftops and
Church bells chiming in mountains below
Ancient cities with hidden passageways
Desert lines glowing spacemen and snow

The ancient towers 

Can I take you there, to the ancient fair?

 

QUEEN ELIZABETH’S KEYS 

Shuffling through a High Street portico 
Walking through a wide screen in Church Row 
She can’t take the Underground 
She can walk on air 
We will see her in Trafalgar Square 

She can melt the colors in a kiln 
Saw her in St James Street in a film 
Research at the library 
Mail it to the Queen 
Paint the postbox red on Richmond Green 

Stamps and coins, she looks quite pretty 
Primrose Hill or in the City 
Pretty little steeples in a row 
I can hold the solar panel 
She will wait in flowery castles 
Drawbridge will stay open as she glows 

Mason’s Yard in shadows, people talk 
Found her in the bathhouse in Flask Walk 
Dream her in the gallery 
Where we are holding hands 
Let’s meet in the café by the Strand 

She went up to Hampstead for her health 
I was going to woo her with my wealth 
I snuck up to Camden Town 
To watch her in the breeze 
But all I got was Queen Elizabeth’s Keys 

Stamps and coins, she looks quite pretty 
Primrose Hill or in the City 
Pretty little steeples in a row 
I can hold the solar panel 
She will wait in flowery castles 
Drawbridge will stay open as she glows 

Went to Windsor Castle for some gin 
Her footmen signaled me to come right in 
As rain bounced off the Curfew Tower 
Exchanging pleasantries 
Our dreams were mixing up by small degrees 

 

DEEP PAISLEY UNDERGROUND 

If you say that I’m an arrow 
Pointing to the town at dawn 
Waiting for the mountains to protect us 
From the sandstorms and the pawns 

If you leave me here, on my own 
I will take you to the deep paisley underground 

You moved out amidst the crumbling of an empire 
On the old silk road  
Where blue and red and green and gold were 
Weaving patterns on the women and the soldiers  
And the artists and the secret signs across the ocean 

If you leave me here, on my own 
I will take you to the deep paisley underground 

Now the decades have unfolded 
From the West Coast to the East 
Shifting continents and magnetic hemispheres and 
Chiming guitars and the weaving of seas 

If you leave me here, on my own 
I will take you to the deep paisley underground 

 

FOLD WITH THE LIGHT 

Sunlight breaking through the moonlight 
Daylight floating through my dream night 
If it is gray, if it is green 
Well you know it’s not my scene baby 

I’ll fold in with the light 

I don’t know where the sky ends 
I don’t know where I’ve been 
I don’t know what I’m doing here at all baby 
You know I’ve got to fly to the sky 
And catch a ship to dreamtime 

And you know I want you baby to glow 
And you know I need you baby to grow 
And the moon’s unfolding just out of sight 
Into a blinding jet stream lights up the night 

Mountains floating by the curtains 
Captains taking my mind on a flight 
Doorways to a psychedelic highway 
Motors away into the gray 

Sunlight breaking through the moonlight 
Daylight floating through my dream night 
If it is gray, if it is green 
Well you know it’s not my scene baby 

I’ll fold in with the light 

 

MARLOWE 

Marlowe – what is that L.A. sound? 
Marlowe – why don’t you leave this town? 

Feelings on your sleeve won’t leave a mark on you 
Don’t tell it to the girls in town 
Hollow – everything up is down 

You were from a different age 
Echoes up from the tragic stage 

Marlowe – where did you get your code? 
Marlowe – why was the gift bestowed? 

Writing speaking till sundown 
Silently working for The Crown 

Pouring out Four Roses, your other half composes 
Words just seem to walk downtown to hang around 

Coffee, shadows, sun goes down 
Coffee, shadows, all around 

You were from a different age 
Echoes up from Elizabethan stage 

Cambridge, London, it was on 
Fame called, you were here then gone 

 

THE FOUR HORSES OF VENICE 

Sitting in the bottom of a well 
Dreaming up the world 
Twice a day 
Hey, hey, hey 
Sunlight unfurled 

Forced into cartography in Inner Mongolia 
The outer edge of universes 
Seems to control ya 

She imagines maps of the periodic table 
And invented modernism from my kitchen table 

Glass, diamonds, multiple facets 
Sand, carbon, origami magnets 

She works in green marble walls 
And lives in crystal ice 
Manipulating the ivory in my crumbling dice 
A blue cup of caffeine launches multiple screens 

A psychedelic balloon 
In a herringbone sea 

Toy soldiers, dancing nurses of light 
Planetariums and ambient jet flights 

The sun touches down from the sky 
Horizon magnetizes yellow so high 
Dressing for the secret agents’ ball 

The Four Horses of Venice oversee all 

 

DOME OF LIGHT 

Dreaming up from mountainsides 
Etching patterns in her mind 

Formosa brought the night 
Four years, she made it bright 
Italian dreams, optic seams 
In Berlin, she came alive 

To the Dome of Light 

Every train must first arrive 
For a kaleidoscopic ride 
Take her home 
Disconnect the phone 
The subtropics are alive 
Switch into overdrive 

To the Dome of Light 

Take the Blue or the Red Line 
Beating hearts, stages of life 
Politics, astronomy 
Earth and light, fire and sea 

Turning point, ‘79 
Echoes hope, the cathedral shines 

To the Dome of Light 

 

IF YOU BELIEVE 

If you believe 

Well, I know 
Yes, I know 

The sun never sets 
It’s only folding 
A permanent press 
A fireball patrol wing 

But the vaults 
Of Zürich know 
And the faults 
Of the Holy Roman ice floe 

The eagle has eyes 
To weave through the snowstorm 
The candles can fly 
They light up the ocean 

They will meet 
On top of the Andes 
And drummers and drones 
Will hand out candies 

If you believe 

Well, I know 
Yes, I know

 

All lyrics by Jed Bonniwell