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November 1975

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1. Whistlestar 3:48
2. Novim's Nightmare 3:52
3. Majik of Majiks 4:32
4. Drywood 4:55
5. Banapple Gas 3:09
6. Land O' free Love & Goodbye 2:50
7. Jzero 3:46
8. Home 4:13
9. Monad's Anthem 2:19

 


Whistlestar

(instrumental)
 
 
Novim's Nightmare
 
Once I had a dream, that worried me
Like a drunken guillotine
Lingering just above my head
Why, why, why, why?
Why was I born "The Nine"
Cursed repeatedly
Who would know if I should die.
No one needed me
Doo doo doo doo doo
 
Dark and empty was the place to which I'd come
Cold and silent was the house my name was on
Nine rooms and a tomb in every one
Dark and empty was the place to which I'd come
 
All at once my bones began to change
I was tall and young again,
Sweet as rain falling on the snow
Who, who, who, who?
Who is he, who am I, and
What laid in between?
How can I say goodbye? No one let me in
Can't see no need for Nine no more
Now it's too late to open the door.
 
 
Majik of Majiks
 
What kind of power,
What kind of demon is this
Who kicks me out in shame,
With every word he says
What kind of majik of majiks.
 
What kind of war is this,
That I can't fight no more
That leaves me weaponless,
And nails me to the floor
 
What kind of power, of powers.
What kind of man--
Can make me turn and see
The way I really am.
Oh tell me who, oh who?
 
Where have my brothers gone,
Why I don't see them about
They're all around him now.
And keeping me out
What kind of madness, of madness
"Go on and let him in, he's only asking for
A simple job to do and nothing more" they said.
But looking back
I see this stranger had the key
To any door he wished, with his eyes I say.
 
What kind of majiks, of majiks
What kind of man--
Can make me turn and see the way I really am.
Oh tell me who, oh who?
"Go on and let him in, he's only asking for
A simple job to do and nothing more" they said.
"Go on and let him in."
"Go on and let him in, he's only asking for
A simple job to do and nothing more."
But looking back
I see this stranger had the key
To any door.
 
 
Drywood
 
You've got to learn, to brighten up your ways
Kick out your dull padded life
There's much to know, and no doors in space
They were only mirrors you imagined in your mind
Now that you've got no place to go
And you stand alone
Know that there's just one place to be
And it's in your soul, oh
Like drywood takes to fire the truth will come to you
Like streams that seek the ocean they will find ways through
Like morning meets the moon, my love will guide the way
It's time to wipe your eyes not, and awake
I've come to take you over, there's much for you to do
I've come to take you over, then it's up to you
 
Be like the light, in the shadows
Throw down your mask and be real
Don't wish to win, and don't mind to lose
That was just a cycle like a squirrel in a wheel
Now that you've got no place to look
And you stand alone
Know that's there's just one place to be
And it is your home, oh
Like fish that seek the water, the truth will come to you
Like leaves upon the soil, they will find ways through
Like flowers seek the sun, my love will guide the way
It's time to wipe your eyes now, and awake.
 
You say you're really with me but you only follow me around
How much you love me yes,
But I don't want the kind of love
I have to sit down and count
 
You think you're free and lucky but you're stuck behind a prison wall
How well you know yourself
But I see something else within you
That you don't see at all
You may give up your number, disowning all your wealth
You may sell all the pieces, but you'll
Never never never give up
Yourself, oh no no no.
 
Like drywood takes to fire the truth will come to you
Like streams that seek the ocean they will find ways through
Like morning meets the night's stars, my love will guide the way
It's time to wipe your eyes not, and awake
I've come to take you over, there's much for you to do
I've come to take you over, then it's up to you.
 
 
Banapple Gas
 
Banapple gas, oh Banapple gas
Everybody's sniffing it Banapple gas
O-o alas!
All the world is stuck on it Banapple gas.
 
Does it do you good, make you better
Set you healthy when you're bed-tied?
Well I don't know if it makes you well...
But it must be healthy
'Cause it don't smell.
 
Banapple gas, oh Banapple gas
Everybody's living on Banapple gas
O-o alas!
All the world is grooving on Banapple gas.
 
Do you know what goes inside to make it
What kind of strange spice makes it right?
Well I don't know what kind of spice
But it must be healthy 'cause it's sterilized.
 
Banapple gas...Banapple gas
Give me more Banapple gas
O-o...o-o-o
 
Does it help you smile more to wake up
Make you happy just to be alive?
Well I don't know if it makes you happy...
But it must be healthy
'Cause it's certified.
 
Banapple gas, oh Banapple gas
All the world is breathing Banapple gas
O-o alas!
No one knows what's inside it Banapple gas
Oh Banapple gas.
 
 
Land o' Free Love & Goodbye
 
Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains
In the land of free love and goodbye
The river's ever flowing, fishing growing
And the God I love loves me.
 
In the sky rides a gleam of white horses
And the glimmer clean in your eye
The bird of dawn is bringing
The simpleness of singing
And the God I love loves me.
 
Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains
In the land of free love and goodbye
The river's ever flowing, fishing growing
And the God I love loves me.
 
And the Sun lies all around
And everything is as it must be
And winter lies underground
And the God I love loves me.
 
 
Jzero
 
Jzero:
Well I ain't got nothing.
But it don't worry me
I came to this life like a free-walking tree
No need to be tied, no need to be--
They call me Jzero
 
Well I ain't got nothing
And to nothing I belong
You won't find me right,
Yet you won't find me wrong
If you think about me,
Don't thing too long--
Jus' call me Jzero.
 
Well I don't house no past
Never carried a key
My sun doesn't rise from under the sea
There is only one morning
Eternally...dee d'lee d'lee
 
Polygons:
Well he says he hasn't got nothing
But he seems to possess less
He waltzed through the door
Like a tapdance with death
What kind of fool is he?
 
Jzero:
No need to guess, jus' call me Jzero.
 
Well I don't eat a lot
I do work for nothing so
If there's a job I can fill the gap
I don't need a room, bed or pillow oh
Once you've decided to trust me with time
You won't need to look back...
A doo de doo de doo
 
Well I ain't got nothing,
But it don't worry me
I came to this life like a free-walking tree
No need to be tied, no need to be--
They call me Jzero.
 
 
Home
 
Home on a kite we fly,
Home on a breeze we blow
Eyeing the folks below and
Watching everybody run,
Each one heading for a different place
Watching everybody hide,
Each behind a different face
 
Home where the days are long
Back where the people are free,
Home where all sides agree and,
Everybody has a friend, oh
And no one ever has to grab
Everybody shares the love,
Giving everything they have.
 
Forever forever your lamp will burn
Forever home forever would that you'd learn
That you came with nothing
So with nothing you'll return
 
Home
 
You know you're not alone
It's only 'cause you're not a home
That you feel so out of place.
Forever forever your lamp will burn
Forever home forever would that you'd learn
 
That you came with nothing
So with nothing you'll return
 
Home where all the mums can sing,
Back where the children don't cry,
Home where you never ask why and
Everybody has enough, and y'don't have to put on clothes
Nobody has to hide 'case everyone already knows.
 
 
Monad's Anthem
 
One is the ever blazing star
Sword of the immortal world
And highest light
Yes, this is our star.
 
Out star is ever rising
Borm of the eternal lamp
And holy fire
 
Mighty burning mountain
The everlasting love of one is
One is one is one is one is one is
One is the ever kindling star
King of the immortal spark
In heaven's eye
Yes, this is our star.
Yes, this is our star.
Our star Our star.

 
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