I will soon have a very limited number of discs with a version of this project where I've set the crossfades between songs in order to give it an interesting flow - more like the "concept albums" from the 70's (remember laying on the floor with headphones on, staring at black light posters and lava lamps?). They come in a digipack case with no shrink-wrap (you're welcome) and also include an actual physical object (CD) with a lyric sheet. All proceeds will go to support the Thosum Gephelling Institute in Williamsville, Vermont, where nice people gather for weekly free teachings.
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Heaven and Hell
A knight in shining armor meets a monk in an enchanted wood
He says he wants a very simple question answered if he could
He wants to know what heaven’s like and how it’s not the same as hell
And he should have the answer quick if now the monk would only tell
The monk replied with much disdain, “ I couldn’t teach a thing to you.
Your dirty hands and ugly face, your simple mind discredits all you do.
I see you’re an embarrassment, now leave my sight – be off with you
Before you leave I see you have a neglected sword
Too dull no doubt to take my head with such a rusty blade.”
The knight feels (holds) passionate anger
Consumed by rage he draws his sword in indignation and irritation
He raises it above his head to slay the disrespectful monk who softly says,
“Welcome to hell” (here is your hell; here it is)
As if the monk had cast a spell, a frozen knight with sword in air
A glimpse of hell is what he sees – it isn’t far away , it’s here
Observing the compassion of the monk, who risks his life to show
A lesson of both love and kindness many men will never know
He is overcome with awe and lowers down his sword to stay
And with this sudden peacefulness and calm his anger fades away
With grateful tears that fill his eyes he falls upon his knees to pray
And bowing low in thanks and gratitude
he hears the gentle being say these words,
“Welcome to the gates of Heaven”
You can never wish for gratitude
You can only find it for yourself
(it’s here right now it’s always there)