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Sacred Space

Morgan Doctor: tabla, dumbek, chief percussion
Paul Gosse: djembe, ocarina, percussion, vocals, trejdeksnis
Mark Weinstock: kalimba, didjeridoo, tarbukah, panflutes, reed pipes, vocals

DARE

Hello there, my old friend,
We meet smile to smile again.
There is no need for us to pretend,
That we know right now where our paths will end.
They'll end somewhere, someday...

The end with shift with the wind and the rains,
Each footstep is different still the foot is the same.
While the clouds come and go, the sun remains.
And the path will appear to eyes open to change.
It will appear somehow, someway...

Chorus:
Somewhere, someway, somehow, someday,
Somebody will say that they've never been so proud.
Some will try to see the sky through your eyes and your way,
Because you are the one who dares to dream out loud.

Nobody can tell you how to dream or feel,
As long as you're certain, your journey is real.
The critics of past will cheer and squeal,
When they see one has chosen to break through the seal
One has chosen someday, someway...

(Chorus)

You are the one...
Who dares to grow who dares to glow,
Dares to climb and dares to shine,
Dares to explore, to search for more, and dares to dream out loud.
The one who dares to see that we're free to be
You and me and happy,
Dares to be silly and dares to dream out loud!

Mark Weinstock: guitar, vocals
Bret Higgins: double bass

Blissed Out

You can't rush the sunrise,
Or wipe the stars from your eyes.
The new moon climbs into full shine,
Like all good bliss in all good time
For the newborn child and the nursery rhyme and for you.

Chorus:
It doesn't take any proof to believe,
It's giving without expecting to receive,
It's dancing like there's no one else to see,
Your sweet soul sweating blissed out and free!

Dying is no way to live,
So wealth is measured by what you give.
Patience comes to the patient one,
Just as the wise one learns from everyone
And only you can inherit the sun and the winds.

(Chorus)

The tingling of that new bliss,
Has the sweet, sweet taste of a first kiss.
So if you see somebody on the ground,
Help that frown be lost and found.
And the bliss will spread around, abound and through you again.

Because there's all good bliss in all good time
For the newborn child and the nursery rhyme,
For the curious one and the growing mind,
For the humble soul and the colour blind,
For the dawn of days and the Great Divine and for you!

(Chorus)

Mark Weinstock: guitars, vocals
Morgan Doctor: drums
Shechar Dworski: bass

Mood Swings (I & II)

Some nights I cried out loud but no tears were shed.
I opened my heart for a lover but no words were said.
I fixed my eyes on a brighter forecast but I couldn't change my ways.
I went clean to clear my head but slipped back into hazy daze.

I will swing, on my moods.
Even if my feet have to drag through the blues.
I will swing, on my moods.
...Let the sorrow soothe.

Then I stumbled into darkness and was greeted by sunrise.
Looked somewhere for a friend and found love in your eyes.
And just when I knew I'd slipped over the edge, I learned that I could fly.
I was splashed by the rain-clouds, the sun warmed me dry...

I will swing, on my moods.
Until I feel the clouds brush up against my cheeks.
I will swing, on my moods.
...Let the joy soothe.

I'll swing from the laughing willow,
Surf the ripples across a drop of dew.
Dance naked through winter snow,
Howling at the moon, until gloom smiles too.
I will wake up to sound of my own la-ha-laughter,
Listening to the evening breeze (whisper) an elaborate symphony.
Set caged birds free!
Leave slavery for ecstasy!

Mark Weinstock: guitar, vocals
Elisheva Avishai: vocals
Morgan Doctor: tabla, dumbek, percussion
Paul Gosse: Djembe

Ready to Share

I am willing, I am able, I am eager...my love.
I am turning over every stone...my love.
Still. I remain without...my love.
Or am I scaring away...my love?

I am trying to remember any hints...my love.
I am turning every page of my past...my love.
Still I don't feel completed by...my love.
Were you invisible or mistreated...my love?

I walk through the nights, through the streets...my love.
I smile to every eye I greet hoping to connect with...my love.
Still I feel as though I am stuck behind a wall of glass...my love.
Or am I turning my back on...my love?

I will love you, wake up holding you...my love.
I will respect you and share my entire soul with you...my love.
Because I am willing, I am able and I am eager...my love.
I know you're out there looking for me my love...my love.

Mark Weinstock: Spanish guitar, vocals
Josh Engel: acoustic guitar
Bret Higgins: double bass
Eric Stein: mandolin

Duck's Doom

Well, I went down to meet my friend's good friends,
And found an older couple hanging 'round the bends.
So I told them all about the trip that I was going to do,
And they said "My friend we planned that trip for you."
And there I was with my foot in my mouth,
The car was all packed so I swallowed it out.

I respected my elders and I was hyper-polite,
They said "Relax friend, you're too uptight."
I realized I'd found two mentors who got it right,
Beautiful adventurers who have seen the light.
And there I was, feeling a card shy of clever,
With a couple of friends, who were living to live forever.

Chorus:
And we went up and up and high away,
Soaring over Georgian Bay.
Seize the moment before it strays,
Because you're only old if you count the days!

Bruce said, "Hang it high and hang it proud,
"Even if you're not the world's best endowed."
"Though I know the water's cold and the winds are chilly,
Go jump in the Bay, my friend, go ahead...Free Willy!"

And there I was wearing nothing but my skin,
Natalya warmed us out after we jumped right in.

(Chorus)

Mark Weinstock: acoustic guitar, vocals
Shechar Dworski: bass
Josh Engel: electric guitar, vocals
Dave Kydd: fiddle
Shai Peer: piano

Le Fleuve (un moment de rŽpit)

Quelquefois je dois faire quelque chose d'inespŽrŽ,
Pour me prouver que mon esprit n'est jamais expirer
Lorsque je suis occupŽ c'est trop facile d'oublier
Le coucher du soleil, et le pouvoir de respirer.

Refrain:
Quand les fleurs sauvages chuchotent dans la brise
La berceuse de la baleine se repose sur les rives
Le soleil embrasse le fleuve, les nuages me reflŽchissent
Alors, je trouve un moment...je trouve un moment de rŽpit.

Je mange du beurre d'Žrables, bois d'la biŽre d'Žpinette
Les Appalaches dessinent des silhouettes dans ma fentre
Je n'ai peur de rien, plus des soucis dans me tte
Je fais un souhait pour l'Žtranger qui va na”tre.

(Refrain)

Il y a une place pour sourire sans visage.
J'oublie la route mais je me souviens du voyage.
Qui va composer les empreintes de pas sur la plage?

(Refrain)

Mark Weinstock: guitare acoustique, guitare Žlectrique
Morgan Doctor: batterie
Shechar Dworski: basse
Ansgar Schroer: harmonica

Zaideh Sings

Zaideh (Grandpa) Herschel Wise is one of my favourite people in the world. I love our family holiday feasts where he sings Jewish prayers to the tunes of traditional Chassidic melodies. Zaideh was ten years old when he began singing under the cantor's tutelage in the local synagogue of the Polish village of Apt. Despite his shy character, he blossomed as the alto dramatic soloist. When the Jewish community was confined to the ghetto, Zaideh put together a choir. Their set of folk songs and Hebrew tunes went over so well that the community demanded an encore. Shortly after, he was sent to the concentration camp. At night in the barracks, he sang songs of praise for the other prisoners. I look forward to many more years of singing with him and feasting with the family. In this snippet Zaideh is joined by my beautiful Bubbie (Grandma) Manya, my amazing Mom and me. This was recorded on a hand held tape recorder during one of our feasts.

Righteous Woman

Once a week it seems that I trade my dreams with a righteous woman in Sudan.
I run hungry for life, dodging hatred through the alleys of the damned.
While she plays her songs for hugs, warm mugs and the kindest folk in radio-land.
I wake up a little tired, but she wakes up and understands
...that the will has been willed.
...and the will will be willed.

(Chorus)
If it were kill or be killed, she'd rather die.
She'd stare the sky right in the eye until the sun goes blind.
If she stumbles, she will climb.
In hopes to find human kind in love some time.

Does a Kosovo mother know how to keep her son from learning to hate?
If the Taliban bans the woman where will she find any faith?
If the street kid was from her crib, would he disappear in cold December?
When she dreams the kindest dream does she let herself remember?
...that the will must be willed.
...the will will be willed.
...whether to fill the land fill
...whether to get up stand up or sit still
...to welcome change or do the drill

(Chorus)

Mark Weinstock: guitar, vocals

Sacred Train

Morgan Doctor: tabla, dumbek, chief percussion
Paul Gosse: djembe, ocarina, animal flutes, percussion, vocals
Mark Weinstock: didjeridoo, tarbukah, panflutes, reed pipes, vocals

White Dove of Zion

Oh Zion, I am crying over you.
For the land of milk and honey flows with blood and tears.

If blood is spilled in the name of any Great Divine...it's blasphemy!
For the heavens shall weep in shame for the mourners' family.
So holy people in your holy places, when you pray to your God above.
Don't you pray for victory, when you can pray for love.

Chorus:
Let the fruits of the fig tree sweeten the Dead Sea...whispering words of love.
Let the mourners awake to a morning when they can welcome back the dove.

Oh Zion, the whole world is eyeing your every move.
For the land of saints and prophets awaits her destiny.
Desert sunrise come greet the eyes of the lonesome shepherd.
When the old man speaks to his son, let his heart sing of peace.
For the desert is stained with the suffering and pain of a million moons' fate.
And the healing rains won't fall if children are taught to hate.

(Chorus)

Oh Zion, the spirits are smiling again for you.
For the land of warriors and scholars will soon be ready for peace.
Oh Zion, your children are finding a new life for you.
In the land of life your heartbeat shall greet laughing dancers on your mountain again.

Why are children throwing stones? Why are they soldiers torn from homes?
Rosy cheeks turn to grey.
They grow old too young, still I hear them say...
Shalom Aleinu v'al kol ha'olam (peace upon us and the entire world)!
Salam (peace)!

(chorus)

Mark Weinstock: guitar, vocals, bamboo flute, didjeridoo
Morgan Doctor: tabla, Tibetan bells, gong, percussion,

Panhandling Prophet

A lost boy wanders down the street, an old prophet preaches in bare-feet.
The lost boy listens to his speech and offers the man some food to eat.
The panhandling prophet paints the writing on the wall,
He says, "We've bet against the messiah, the devil's ready to take the fall,
And no one seems to care at all."

"My son, I truly believe that we all shall be received,
Once we realize that we are angels in our own right.
And life will be kind to those who will find, that every silver lining is a flash of light.
Paradise awaits, peeking through the heavens' gates,
Still too shy to show her face to the eye in the sky."

There's a sunset and a sunrise, the full moon fades before our eyes,
A child's born, an old man dies...in a flash of light.

The boy says, "I will believe, when my own eyes receive,
Heaven's chariot and a flash of light.
And I will toast to the Holy Ghost, when I see a smile on every child,
And the world is free to dream through a single night.
Then, let the whole world awake in a flash of light!

"Old man I've prayed that you would be right, but screams still pierce through my night
From another man who has seen the light, another man prepared to fight.
Holy war stains foreign land, in a flash of light will they understand?
There's nothing holy nor civil about their fright!
How long must paradise await, peeking through the heaven's gates,
Still to shy to show her face to the eye in the sky?"

There's a sunset and a sunrise, the new moon fills before our eyes.
An old man mourns, a child cries...in a flash of light.

The boy says,
"If there's a God sitting on a throne, why does his prophet walk alone?
With a wood sign weighing down his hand, feeding from the garbage can!
If a flash of light has brought you sight, why are you prisoner to the night?
Where is your quick-fix-crucifix when they throw their stones and beat their sticks?"

The old prophet answers the boy with a smile,
"My son, sticks and stones may break my bones, I walk with God, I am not alone.
Lord licks my wounds and shelters from the storm.
My son, don't you see? I am the only one who's truly free!
This skin does not trap my soul, in a flash of light the truth unfolds...into beauty.

"And my son, you will find the truth, your proof e yes in the sky,
In a flash of light there's a sunset...then a sunrise.
The sun sets, then a sunrise, the full moon fades before our eyes.
An old man mourns, a child's born in a flash of light.

"In a flash of light, we witness the miracle of life.
Paradise awaits, peeking through the heaven's gates.
And tonight she's shown her face to the eye in the sky.
And I know life has been kind, for you have passed the time
Talking to a homeless prophet...you and I have shared a flash of light."

Mark Weinstock: guitar, vocals
Marsha Elliot: flute

Thank You

Angel,
One hand still smells like your heart.
The other is being held in your hands.
I wish that I was the one who understands.

How the entire world exists inside of your eyes.
How your smile blows right through my mind, just like a wind-chime.
How I am overwhelmed and walk away lost, dumb and blind.
How in all my days I've never met one of you're so kind.

Angel,
One hand still smells like your heart.
The other is being held in your hands.
I wish that I was the one who understands.
Why my words disappear when the stars bring you near.

Mark Weinstock: guitar, vocals

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