Unpublished Lyrics and More
FIVE - PROLOGUE

Three is a pair plus one.  Five could possibly be a pair plus three, but would probably never be two pair plus one.  Of course, two and four are contrived - perhaps most pleasant (or most miserable, for if one is cast away, singleness could result).

Faces shadowed in gentle night;
Incensed touch molding inward light.
Valley of warm darkness
Provides escapes to liquid senses

Two couples surrounded in orange, green, and violet sounds are recreated and exist within the confides of the painful enclosure.  Weightless intensities are more than some can stand and something most cannot begin to accept.  The cage shatters in silence, but then is reformed in new prisms of color, light, and feeling...With hands and feet bound, falling toward the fire, then realizing the extent of the cage..the key is simple to describe, yet hard, if not impossible for many to attain.

Look at the sky, see how it is red
And your mind burns in flames
Do not touch the little bird,
His existence might crumble.

Distorted impacts of sound fascinate the curious group, so many different sounds, such intricate rhythmic patterns, the brilliance;  the beautiful people, the sweat, laughing, crying - and so loud - A cover charge, fortifications, and time (probably a set-and-a-half), and the group is saved.  A very rewarding experience: but the two couples before are contained and destroyed.  The musicians are destroyed -

Let the peace of night surround you,
Soft breezes will cool your wet skin.
Walk along padded sidewalks to the sea
It waits for you in pleasant lonesomeness.

I am extended into your creation.  You shall not escape my presence if only I can touch you.  I can only realize and comprehend my strength while I use it.  It is a kinesthetic and emotional force which can never be described or measured.  Touch my hand and feel the strength of my voice.

Everyone's Almost There
(from a planned 2nd album --
rehearsed, but not recorded)
all lyrics and pictures
Copyright Athame

IT'S TOO LATE TO LET HIM GO

He is standing there
sheltered within the air
You have loved again
It’s too late to let him go.

On a gentle night
feelings that were so right
You have loved again
It’s too late to let him go.

Pre-programmed minds cry synthetic tears
Innocent lies grow weak through the years.
Hold your ears when he calls.
Hold his hand when he falls.

IN HIS MIND

Floating through the darkness
of his rattled mind
He can’t show any reason
It’s not his kind

Just keep those postcards commin’
There’s plenty of time
Prepare for the decision
He must draw the line

If it’s the world you want,
I’ll tie it up with a bow
Only the best will do
For us to keep his love

Now it’s all behind us,
It’s over done and gone,
Let them dare to find us
It might be worth their call

LET IT BE TODAY

You played the game
And you lost
Now you know how it feels
So tell me now,
Was it bright?
Was the truth just a bit strong?

Touch my hand and feel the strength of my voice.
It doesn’t matter who you are
or where you’re going

All the sounds of the sea just aren’t real
Just the one’s you know with me today

Let it be today.
I must go away.

BEWARE

No matter how hard you try,
you’ve got to give in
But would that really be
such a terrible sin?

You’re running around
reach for the ground
You’re trying to fly,
reach for the sky

Beware!

Gentle Thursday -- William Cosby, Steven Rustad, Thom Wade
Hawaii -- 1967