2011 07 13 budhafield

2011 07 13 budhafield

The Apple of God

Once inside a garden God put a seed into the ground
He nurtured it with rain and sun the whole year round
This garden was a hilltop, there grew an apple tree
It's fruit was very succulent, it was God's industry

And God saw the apple was good for men
And as the years turned the apples grew again
The apples grew a plenty there was enough to go round
As more apple trees grew when the fruit fell to the ground

God saw for many years that man was well supplied
Yet man was rather greedy and never satisfied
In an orchard paradise we felt we needed more
And so it was that man first conspired to make a war

To bring the war machines to life we chopped down many trees
And when we made destruction well some of us were pleased
And some were not so pleased and some were even less
And some were not pleased at all as you might well have guessed

I walked along my special path unto my sacred tree
That apple tree that fed me when Autumn turned Wintery
I saw one apple left on the tree, one apple was all I did see
Old Bill Blake was sitting there and I sat down by he

"How the world has changed", said he "Since In wrote my poetry"
"Yes you saw it all" I said and to this he could but agree
Just then the war-machine rolled up to our spot
And Bill jumped up and we jumped on and gave it all we'd got

God cut in a lightening bolt but little more could do
And Bill and I felt we had bitten off more than we could chew
A brilliant flash, a resounding crash and we were almost gone
But the tree stood strong and it's earthly fruit shone

Then we spied on the horizon a truly dread filled sight
Legion machines of corporate might
Uranium powered with searchlights on top
Satanic mills that began to chop

All that was left after the atomic blast
Was a small sector of heaven, mostly hell burning fast
The apple of God was resting on the hill
And an eschaton cloud was moving in for the kill

I looked at the apple and suddenly knew
That all the fears I had had they were true
So I grasped the apple and planted it's seed
For it was now that we were most truly in need

And what happens next I shall leave to you
For it's only a song and it might not be true
As I speak from the future then this is a clue
Should the seed grow then we shall grow too

THERE IS AN APPLE IN THE ORCHARD OF THE EARTH
THERE IS AN APPLE IN THE ORCHARD OF THE EARTH
THOUGH IT'S NOT MADE OF GOLD
THE APPLE HAS BEEN SOLD
HOW MANY PEOPLE KNOW THAT APPLE'S WORTH?
HOW MANY PEOPLE KNOW THAT APPLE'S WORTH?

Come forth all ye Bards

Come forth now all ye Bards
With truth against the world
Of mendacious lies of those
Who have turned and coiled
With venom to ensorcel men
To be less than who we are
Come forth now all ye Bards
Come forth all ye Bards

Come forth now all ye Bards
The danger is extreem
The limit is exceeded
The chalice is unclean
Men have truly lost their way
Poisoned are the trees
Come forth now all ye Bards
Cause blind minds to see

Come forth now all ye Bards
And wreathe us all in love
Of poetry that is not words
And does neither push nor shove
Itself to recognition
In the hearts of all
Come forth now all ye Bards
Lest we truly fall

Come forth now all ye Bards
Or give machines control
And cancer spread like a contagious wind
Smothering our souls
There is nothing for it
We have to play our roles
Come forth now all ye Bards
And let our tale unfold

Come forth now all ye Bards
And let us be unsprung
Let our tensions be let out
Let our song be sung
There are good and bad amongst us
Each a piece of the whole
Come forth now all ye Bards
And let the good times roll

(repeat first voice)

The Ruins of Cezerans

Broken stone testaments to lives lived up here before
Quite simply put the men were called up for the war
With the lure of the city money, the hardship of the land
This village became deserted now it's houses barely stand

Broken roofs, moss covered, fallen walls in thorny briars
Tall trees have crashed down upon where once were family fires
A sense of melancholy, a bitter taste of loss
Neon lights invited but what was the true cost?

Oh, the Ruins of Cezerans
Oh, the Ruins of Cezerans

The winter times in the mountains were known to be severe
Bears and Wolves were still around which brought it's own weight of fears
People worked the sunlight hours, their only food came from the land
Turnip soup with nettles and no electricity's helping hand

Taxed by distant ministries, oppression stories rich feeding on poor
Their animals, land and dwellings were what these families lived for
I recall their times to live again in rhyme
Wonder at their tenacity, would have loved to have shared their wine

Oh, the Ruins of Cezerens
Oh, the Ruins of Cezerans

I touch the crafted masonry and silent spirits move
Cobwebs of a former time that instil a sombre mood
Yet I also see them joyous when harvest time did bring
Food for all their children, I can almost hear their voices sing

But a persistant state of misery a sad and stifled pain
Hangs here in the forest, comes once again like rain
If I could lift that sorrow like I lift this stone
Build from all our yesterdays a way that is worth going

Oh, the Ruins of Cezerans
Oh, the Ruins of Cezerans

!!Calling Captain Okano!!

A Pok O' Lips was born at 20:12
That's twelve past eight in the evening
We scattered my Mother as Fukushima blew
March the Tenth in the morning (English Time)

Sunspots pulled the magma beneath the
Techtonic plates in the Pacific
We saw the tsunami on the TV and
It looked really horrific

Are we looking through a bleak portal of doom?
At a radio-active future?
Is technology really killing us
Or will we do something new yeah?

Planet Earth is hurtling back in time
Back to the womb she was born in
Got to get in rhythm with the mighty cosmic core
We're heading straight into a strange old door!

SPIRITS OF MUSIC
COME AND HEAL THIS BROKEN LAND
HIROKI OKANO AND THE WIND TRAVELIN' BAND
TENKO ORCHESTRA, SPACEGOATS
MAKING TEMPLES IN THE SOUL
SPREADING A RAINBOW
OPEN UP A GOLDEN ROAD

CALLING OUT!! TO CAPTAIN OKANO!!
STARSHIP JAPAN!! IT IS IN CRISIS!!
HOLDING OUT OUR!! LOVE SHINING BRIGHTLY!!
OUR INNER TEMPLE STATUS IS GREATLY EXCITED

Calling out to the Rainbow Tribe
Calling across the ocean
Calling over from Britain to Japan
Can you feel this emotion?

Centering in on a prayer to heal
Straight to the heart of the problem
Music is love that can transform poison
Music is making a difference

How can we tell our nuclear industry
Is is just not that easy
We got to deal with the toxic waste
The death-cloud radiation pollution

Music is sharing a vision space
Over the oceans between us
Centre on sending a prayer of love
A transformative solution

(CHORUS)

Captain Okano I believe you
when you say so truly to me
Music can heal the land of Japan
So let's make this Rainbow because we can

There is no Japanese word for 'crisis'
'Great opportunity' is what you say
Let us go for that one right now
We will show the world to find out how

There are people from all the nations
Sending their prayer to you now
All those nations got their own Starship problems
I know a Dala-Man who can help

Astral Field Wing Commander Dave Goodman
Orbits nearby in his Mandala Spaceship
We follow his vision, these are his words:
"Music can help heal the Earth!"

ASTRAL FIELD WING COMMANDER DAVE GOODMAN SAYS
"MUSIC CAN HEAL THE WORLD