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The Festival Of Lights

by Wayfarer State

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1.
She has not left my mind, she haunts me when I sleep She walks across my lawn with golden feet She has honey, on her cherry red lips Tobacco, beneath her finger tips And the red spices, from an Indian ships with an ivory hands ,slik across her hips Magnificant failure, magnificent night Magnificant lover , beautiful wife Come here for the taking, take me away Take me tonight , broken down train Sell what you can, carry whats left Walk across the desert, she is not impressed My name crossed out, in her book with a star beside it everything wicked, she offered me, ofcourse I had to tried it and when she came into the room, so elegant and so slow burgundy wine, with olive skin like a ghost its too late for me now, its borrowed time at best she still stirs, whats left inside my chest don’t expect to see me, darling, when you get to those gates I’ll be down here, by the train, with tom waits ill be made to roam, the dark earth forever a ghost trying to open all the doors, that have already been closed ill glide across the ocean , the moonlit wicked sea between the world of the dead and a midsummer nights dream
2.
And the sunsets baby in this valley And vampires move across the lawn She an angel darling but she don’t want me Im gonna stay up all night long Im gonna stay up all night long They grow monsters here in this valley And they beg for milk and bread Im invisible now and they don’t see me she cant see inside my head she cant see inside my head They got mirrors here in this valley They can bend their legs behind their heads They’re at my door they’ve come to get me remember everything I said remember everything I said
3.
She’s a Rickshaw woman from bagsu road Shes a kingfish lady at the liquor store I was a Jewish once, but only in my dreams Wheres the hash? Says my friend the queen Hello darling, hello my friend Hello to the queen, where have you been? We went down temple road, past the cashmere scarfs Past the beggars and con men with their babies in arms And the valley leads down into Dharmasla And The translator misquotes the Dali lama They got monks here with cappuccinos in their hands They play fifa in the windows, they got cell phone plans Out here the cows they are like Gods , you cant buy no steak The German bakeries on every corner, sell devilish chocolate cake Pour me a glass of royal stag, pass me a cigarette Gavin says hes gonna volunteer but he hasn’t yet Leigh is an artist full of risk and great expectations You should hear all these absurd games and conversations I met a man from Finland who lives in Greece He makes mojitos and he grows his own weed He steals my cigarettes but he makes me tea He can stretch his head down past his knees
4.
Between Us Sinners Everything is for sale, between us sinners If you carry a cross, you must have splinters You must have some twisted story to tell In all your travels, did you make it to hell? The moon blooms in my hand and it folds like this Its either destiny or its darkness Name your price for one last kiss A thick fog or a thick mist When you open your eyes, what do you see? Wild flowers? Or haunted trees? Tall dark woman with eyes like a snake While I was sleeping, what did you take? What is this sound? the buzz in my ear? Why when I stand in the light is my mind clear? I’ve lost the directions, I couldn’t get home If you weren’t with me, I’d be all alone I’d be foolish to fall asleep again If it’s not virtue, it must be sin It must be tall, dark, just like everything But it goes away when I start to sing It’s a creek in the floor, it makes wind blow It curls and curdles and comes with the crows It shakes the mountains, from the base of the trees She told me this secret while she was on her knees It was wretched and filthy and whats worse Is that before I left, I stole her purse Her purse was filled with all manner of sin Pills, powder, needles and gin Rolling tobacco, filters and Rizla A little black book full of misters There was mascara and mace and of course a mirror Where she works, if she screamed, who would hear her? A black pocket knife, a thick roll of cash Small tin foil with a bar of broken hash My wrist watch, which she stole while I was on the can A plastic blue lighter with some loose change There were Euro coins, nickels, Korean won A business card from a business man in Taiwan The patron Saint Michael might have protected your soul But you cashed it, just like you cashed this bowl Everything is for sale, between us sinners If you carry a cross, you must have splinters You must have some twisted story to tell In all your travels, did you make it to hell?
5.
He came from the sun , across the desert heat He comes from hell with snakes at his feet He was bullet proof and black as night Broken husband to a murdered wife Called down the thunder, call down the rain The storm is coming, a freight train He was Cold as the clay, sharp as knife Fast as the wind, blood in his eyes The town was quiet it was midnight and blue The piano played , whiskey tunes The saloon was waiting , death was near You cant kill a man who has no fear He seemed taller now, he came in slow Guns at his side and his hat hung low he came for the gambler, the murdering theif the greek gunslinger, tombstone pete When the smoke clears , before the dust settles at you feet Remember the fate of tombstone pete Justice and vengeance are sometimes one in the same When the black rider comes , hes crossing off your name He drew his guns, with steady hands He put a bullet between the eyes of the bearded man And the coward , the sheriff , turned and dropped his gun, the black rider shot him the back before he could run the whores screamed, the bartender froze the card tables turned, the thunder roared tombstone pete took his last breath the black rider shot him full of holes in his chest
6.
Insanity 05:24
I woke up with the sweats I was cold and alone im gonna get cancer from the cell phone Im holding it together as best I can The delhi sky turned from grey to yellow in this dust pan When I looked into the mirror I was growing black oiled wings Ive been growing weary of people and other little things I just want to sleep the whole night through I want peace and quiet and I want her to come back too I cant find the door, nothings gonna change Good lord I must be going insane It’s a festival of lights, I want this headache to stop Its evil carnival ride and you just cant get off If I found out later what I suspected to be true Id tear this train of the tracks and come after you I spoke to a man, he must have been the devil He smokes chillim pipe until he’s face down on the gravel Hes says I lost my hearing the gun fire was too loud Sometimes when Im sleeping I can hear that popping sound I smoke cause it suits me , im no john wayne But I can tell you brother, I must be going insane I dreamt I was murdered , with a knife through the chest Im feeling paranoid , I got mushrooms on my breath The wooden path is lit up with red lights down to the sea Cant you just leave me alone and let me be The trees are moving , theres faces in the leaves I should crawl across the sand on my bare knees Theres only thing ,really a man like me can know If we’re ever gonna get anything done the president must go that kinda talk is crazy, you could get 10 lashes with the cain I don’t know what im saying, I must be going insane I need to leave, maybe I should stay Sacrifices need to be made, I could talk my way out, im clever enough This boat is gonna capsize, the waves are getting rough If its not this , its another thing, it just doesn’t stop The water is poisoned at this lingerie shop I just need sleep, ive got cuts on my feet Im tired off all the meaningless conversations with the travelers I met It’s the same thing, everywhere that I go I need a place where everyone just moves slow If i face the storm , Im bound to get wet from the rain Its all happening now, I must be going insane
7.
Rosaline 02:45
I dream of spain, the Spanish coast The great novel, that your father wrote 500 pages of flawless pros The things you hide, rosaline , that no one knows A criminal mind, taken from a Russian book Rosaline, when you left the ground shook A wrote your name, a thousand times A keep a bottle, of your favorite wine I wait here, by the windowsill And Rosaline, I need you still Paint my door and bow down to the sun Its dusk now and the moon has come My enemies wait, so patiently They come for my blood, for my vanity Rosaline, with skin so fair Your books and your lies and black hair I dream of Spain, the Spanish coast The great novel, that your father wrote 500 pages of flawless pros The things you hide, rosaline , that no one knows
8.
My Only Son 03:52
This my boy, he is all of me with his black hair and his travelin feet he will speak from his heart on the mountain side and find a woman of fire to make his bride she will spin and dance like his mother too and he will hold her hand and they'll howl at the moon there are big ideas but his are bigger too he will stand in the wind and face the winter chill he will grow like a tree, slow to bloom and i will wait because he's coming home soon i'll tell him who he is , and what it is he can become to face the waves from the storm, he is my only son ill teach him to fight with hands, with his stories and with his mind show him what makes greatness and teach him the curse of time a map to heaven , if you could just read the signs the world is a carafe and you are the wine to walk on water , to tremble and to shake to weep with sorrow, salt tears to fill this lake to pour your soul into everything you do that the kingdom of heaven will surely find you this is my boy, he is all of me with his black hair and his travlin feet
9.
I dreamt I was in America , that I had never left Down in new Orleans beside my grandfathers bed I miss the bayou,I miss the new Orleans rain To Memphis in 5hrs on the Amtrak train Benjamin, Rebekah, bob and jeniene a bowl of seafood gumbo at the house off magazine It was just a dream, I saw it so clear Ive been gone from America for almost 3 years. I woke up here in India, its been cold and wet My stomach turned upside down, I cant get out of bed She left here this morning , she left me all alone Its quiet here, its nice but wouldn’t call it home If you see me tonight out on this weary road I could never be further from my home I could never be further from my home I seen the sun rise in korea, drank from a green bottle And sailed into the cairo sunset , along River Nile My momma is an angel she grows prettier by the day She worries about what eat and about the places that I stay I worry a worry about my sister , she a woman now Her heart is gold , she makes all of us proud My brother too , his heart is good he would fly here tonight , if I only asked him too My nephews are tall and strong as the trees And world is waiting at their feet My father if he were here, I wish that he was We could play chess till the sun come up
10.
Its good whens its good, when its bad aint it bad watch the whole house come down I followed you arcoss the ocean after you left you made a fool outa me I saw you at the opium bar in shanghi you were white as a ghost I sat in the corner, you were dancing in tokyo filth and broke my heart but thats how they made me in koh paghan with your neon paint, and your big wide black eyes you were so happy to see me I found you in london, he was right by your side you were laughing so Im going back to georgia, tonight to live with my mother Its good whens its good, when its bad aint it bad watch the whole house come down
11.
I wrestled with the great lion I grabbed hold of his blond main im so far east of eden and on this potters train ive been howling at the moon with these scoundrels and theives watching the gold sun rise from a drunken beach you know these drunks and whores are as holy as the church everything is sacred from these bars to this earth the words on your tongue ,from your parched holy lips the cigarettes smoke and the gun on your hip we'll madly shake the cages till the blind men see we'll wait for the sage to drop us a key from the moon where he lives with golden ideas of freedom for the all these friends of mine who live here the beautiful,rowdy, prisioners of war the beautiful ones who were stoned, they called them whores we got men on crutches and women with the shakes brown paper bags with bottles and pills like snakes we wake to the mountain where fog lays low its always monsoon season when we're on the road its bruises on your knees and booze on your breath whos to say when evil falls from the west is not to the swift , nor is it to the strong one minute shes with you and the next minute shes gone it beats inside your chest, its the thunder red the holy wind in your sails , until you drop dead where are stand , when you stand, or if you stand at all where the smallest man in the world can become10 feet tall I wrestled with the great lion I grabbed hold of his blond main im so far east of eden and ive been seaching for cain ive been howling at the moon with these scoundrels and theives watching the gold sun rise from a drunken beach
12.
When I laid my guns down, I thought you would marry me I played that horn under the willow tree I saw the ghost in the lake with electric eyes all fire and smoke in the night sky shes every color you've ever seen she'll cut you down to your knees she'll drain your blood down to the bone you would gladly invite this woman into your home i was wiser once, i can be wiser still im not the same man but ive got the same will i get older now , i learn how to lie wont you write something nice about me when I die i got big brown eyes to stare you down from across the room in your wedding gown i sold that ring and pawned it for cash i bought myself a coffin made out of brass from melted down horns with copper tones the mouth piece from my uncles trombone he went off traveling when i was a kid he sent me pictures of this spanish woman he loved in madrid he said "you cant let'm get you down" "you can dance on my grave when i leave this town" and if the storms rise and im swallowed by the sea then i'll visit you in a dream i am the cactus , i am the desert dry the vultures circle above in the sky theres always two roads from which to choose but are you sorry for the things you do? its funk and its soul, its late night its better than it was with my first wife its not heaven or hell, its someplace in between its an open room with wooden floors and japanese screens when i finish my painting, when my novel's complete when i walk across the coals on my bare feet when my mother sees what i have become then you can judge me on all the songs i have sung well im alright, the brush is still in play i took a breath of city air and i begged her to stay i'm still writing because i'm still moved to write if we have to leave does it have to be tonight well i got big plans to leave this town i was younger then , but im older now i follow them wolves wherever they go and i was made to roam When I laid my guns down, I thought you would marry me I played that horn under the willow tree I saw the ghost in the lake with electric eyes all fire and smoke in the night sky

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these songs were written and recorded on the road in hostels,tea houses and guesthouses... from Dharmasala India to Kathmandu Nepal, to Kho Phangan Thailand.

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released February 1, 2012

this album was written and produced by Trey Yip.

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