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“Monday Monday” Song #18 – Koum (Remix)

A Song of Healing (from Mark 5:41 – Koum (Aramaic) – Arise)

Your time of healing is at hand.

Originally recorded using Performer software, Apple Mac, MIDI, EMU Orchestral, Tascam 4 Trac, other

Remixed with Sony Acid Pro 7

A PeaceGrooves and Tongue Screw Records Production
© 2015 All Rights Reserved

Download Link:
https://archive.org/details/KoumRemix

Streaming:

“Monday Monday” Song #17 – Ambient Lullaby

Sleep.
Sleep tonight
until you find
a place
to rest.

Ambient Lullaby is a trance electronica piece written for a dying friend to listen to during his last days. It was produced using Sony Acid Pro.

The Belly Hymns Project is my online music presence on SoundCloud where I continue to release past and current compositions. Belly Hymns is the title of my first album.

A “Monday Monday” Song is published every Monday and features original compositions in lyric or audio format.

Glass Houses (Monday Monday Song #16)

transparency by kmlsI got some things crawling around in the corner of my mind,
shadows and memories from a long time ago.
They make me feel so cold inside.
I wrap my cloak tightly around me and
search for anything to keep me safe and warm.

We’ve got to walk naked.
Live a life without lies.
We’ve got to walk naked.
The truth needs no disguise,
living transparent lives.

Like toys strewn all over a little child’s room,
like the darkness before light pierces the womb,
like a castle with the walls standing tall.
I can see some cracks in those walls
and the light is coming through.

We’ve got to walk naked.
Live a life without lies.
We’ve got to walk naked.
The truth needs no disguise,
living transparent lives.

Like dusty trophies sitting in their case
covered with trinkets and cloth time cannot erase.
I’ve found a key and if you’ll take my hand,
maybe we can open the door and see what we’ll
find in this place called my heart.

We’ve got to walk naked.
Live a life without lies.
We’ve got to walk naked.
The truth needs no disguise,
living transparent lives.

I see a red land crisscrossed with black lines,
scars on my heart, like trenches on a battlefield
you find with barricades erected against the enemy.
Somebody tell me, why are we so afraid?

We’ve got to walk naked.
Live a life without lies.
We’ve got to walk naked.
The truth needs no disguise,
living transparent lives.

August 1, 1989
Copyright by Keith Lyndaker. All rights reserved.

Evening Song (Monday Monday Song #15)

Please tell me streetlamp why I’m so afraid of the night.
Please tell me building why I feel so cold inside.
Please tell me seat of stone why I find no rest within.
Please tell me evergreen why I feel so human.

Secrets whispered like a lover in the night.
Voices of the past questions like a cloud to the light.
But I’m alright.

Please tell me fountain why I’m so thirsty.
Please tell me whispering oak why my soul isn’t free.
Please tell me dew why I cannot cry.
Please tell me wind why I cannot fly.

Secrets whispered like a lover in the night.
Voices of the past questions like a cloud to the light.
But I’m alright.

There is a place of rest, a shelter from the storm,
Light in the darkness, walls safe and warm,
Life in the throes of death, rain for a wind-swept soul,
And the hope of a newborn . . .

May 15, 1989
Copyright Keith Lyndaker All Rights Reserved

Quetzal (Monday Monday Song #14)

It seems like it was just a dream
one which fades each night as I lie in my bed
dreams of you
mountains green and red
like the quetzal

Queremos paz
Queremos libertad
Queremos comida y una lugar segura donde
recostar nuestras cabezas

My memory seems to flee to
chase the models on the screen
Your words so soon forgotten
drowned in the noise
of radio and TV

Queremos paz
Queremos libertad
Queremos comida y una lugar segura donde
recostar nuestras cabezas

I can come and go as I please
and I am protected from your pain
I hear the red running in the rain
pictures fade to a blip on the screen

Queremos paz
Queremos libertad
Queremos comida y una lugar segura donde
recostar nuestras cabezas

In the jungle the quetzal hides
leaves the sky to the silver birds
silver bullets silver bombs
from silver coins inscribed
with God and Trust

Queremos paz
Queremos libertad
Queremos comida y una lugar segura donde
recostar nuestras cabezas

Wait for the moon
full moon to find the men who hide in the shadows
silver in their hand when the
quetzal will fly again

Queremos paz
Queremos libertad
Queremos comida y una lugar segura donde
recostar nuestras cabezas

All is gray like a bleeding newspaper
bleeds for the truth
bleeds for me
bleeds for you
and what we all will lose

Queremos paz
Queremos libertad
Queremos comida y una lugar segura donde
recostar nuestras cabezas

(Translation of chorus: We want peace. We want freedom. We want food and a secure place to rest our heads).
Copyright 1989 Keith Lyndaker All Rights Reserved