Lyrics: In The Time Of Gods

Oh what have we here, he must be three or four,
Shaken out of a boot on its way back to war
And he’s not looking for a father or a mother,
Just a seven year old brother,
On this smudged line border camp of refugees,
I am the one who will remember everything.
I am the one who will remember everything.
So where are we now, he must be five or six,
Just running around, hungry kids, sharpened sticks.
And he will grow with pain and fear and jealousy,
Taken in by schools of zealotry,
Who train orphans to make orphans evermore.
I am the one who will remember everything.
I am the one who will remember everything.
I am the one who will remember everything.
I am the one who will remember everything.
You drink the smoke, you ride the noise
You drink the smoke, you ride the noise,
And you say it’s necessary,
And you forget the ordinary
But I say, on the wheel of time,
Scour the Earth and find the
Orphans of forgetting, all the orphans of forgetting,
Give them stars for math and praise for good play,
Here’s a Band-Aid, happy birthday,
Yes of course I did remember,
I remember everything.
Oh come over here, kid we’ve got all these books to read,
With the turtles and frogs, cats and dogs who civilize the centuries,
And in a world that’s angry, cruel and furious,
There’s this monkey who’s just curious,
Floating high above a park with bright balloons.
I am the one who will remember everything.
I am the one who will remember everything.
I am the one who will remember everything.
I am the one who will remember everything.
Everything…

In my life on Earth,
The things I have invented have invented me.
I’ve found my industry.
And I am not alone,
I’ve fashioned friends from precious scraps,
They hold the light, they bend to serve me,
Joking that they don’t deserve me,
After days of craft and care
I lift a sword and slice the air,
Such has been my time upon this Earth,
This Earth.
When my wife returns,
More beautiful than when she left the night before,
I show her things I made.
A filigree of ferns, diamond snowflakes, tears of gold,
She murmurs praise a small caress,
I smile to see her happiness.
Silver webs with sanded grain
That catch and hold real drops of rain,
Such has been my toil upon this Earth.
This Earth.
When I’m feeling vexed I go upstairs and bury something deep,
Then stand back and push a button, from a distance
Watch the earth explode.
This Earth.
I love this land of mortal men
They wake to know the fire again,
The things we make, the things we feel,
Armor plates and molten steel,
All of these inventions of the Earth.
This Earth.

Well you make my coffee and
It’s only three a.m.
But soon I’m going far away.
And my time is almost up,
I hold my coffee cup,
We sit with nothing left to say.
And I know that soon I will be touching down
In a shining city or a mountain town.
I have been around the world,
But all that I can see
Are these moments that we have,
You’re all the world to me.
Well there’s always laughter
And the parties after
And a fond farewell before I go.
Leaving town, the window panes,
They flash like movie frames,
The last scene in a picture show.
But I know that I am not alone and you
Are the one that I can tell my stories to.
I have been around the world,
There’s so much there to see,
And the story never ends,
You’re all the world to me.
And I know there are times you think I’ve lost my way,
But there is no way this can be true,
Cause when I’m walking through
The door I look for you,
You’re all I’m looking for.
And it’s truer now than it’s ever been,
I’m the lucky one that love has taken in,
I have been around the world,
From sea to shining sea,
I wish that you were here,
You’re all the world to me.
I have been around the world,
From sea to shining sea,
And now I’m heading home,
You’re all the world to me.

Setting out upon the waves in darkness and upheaval
I was told that I alone would not know good and evil
Oh but in time
But oh in time
It came to me that as my ship would fall and rise
I could turn and lift my eyes
To the light, a distant light
And there will always be
The light and the sea,
The roiling sea, the light and me.
And as the days went by I turned my wheel towards the thunder
Taking on a challenge that I knew could take me under.
Oh, and it took me down
And oh it took me down
And It came to me
As I cursed the stem and sail
And called it fate that I should fail
There is a light
There is a light
And there will always be
The light and the sea,
The roiling sea, the light and me.
And it all comes down
Down to me
To feel the presence of my soul
Amidst the torrents and the cold
Of the sea.
And there will always be
The light and the sea,
The roiling sea, the light and me.

Have you called before your time?
Rest your head against me I’m a friend to travelers.
Hold me tight my wings are strong,
Wrap your arms around me it’s a long way through the tunnel to the light.
Speeding through the fields of flowers,
Silver skies with distant showers
My sister brought them
All the seeds in spring were sown,
How the tendriled vines have grown
So full in Autumn
May I say you seem too strong,
Loose your silver hair cause it’s a long way through the tunnel to the light.
Fates are poised above the strings,
They know the span of life and wings,
You are not of them.
See the life these travelers chose
Highway lamps on open roads
That shine above them
Do your fingers want to feel
Tunnels made of dampened steel
And why pretend that you’re so dull
May I say you’re beautiful
It makes want to turn this thing
Around, you’ll ride with me tonight,
You will ride with me tonight,
You will ride with me tonight.

You so fleet and youthful must have split a thousand apples.
Oh I watched you as you steadied first your heart then your breath
Venturing out you scanned a thousand blades of grass,
and when you drew your bowstring, it was a swift and cordial death.
As you stood in the wilderness
Did you feel the silence in the stillness?
That was me with you in the forest
For you knew the balances
The balances before us.
I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek
Oh a tree it’s a record, a home of memories,
and every bird springs from an old master’s canvas, full in flight.
And the pond I go to sparkles in a vast estuary,
and those men saw nothing staring drunken through their sites.
The one who spied me out as goods to plunder,
I had to show the world that he was not a true hunter.
That was me,
When he saw me naked,
He was interrupting,
Something sacred.
I was guarding Crystal Crystal Creek.
And the newsmen circled leaving trails of cigarette butts
Machine-like up the hill to Crystal Creek.
“James,” she said, “who would do this thing I’ve seen today,
I cannot hold my mic, my hands are shaking, knees are weak.”
“They found a man and he was wrapped in a deerskin,
Riddled through with boxes of his friends’ ammunition.
Turn the camera off,” she said.
That was me.
Oh my noble animals,
You must act with reverence,
With reverence not like cannibals.
I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek

The summer child is running, the summer child is running again.
The summer child is running, the summer child is running again
When you hear the feet and the sound of laughter,
Better step aside for the mayhem after
Here she comes, yeah the summer child is running again.
It’s the stormy season,
Lighting flashes through the air.
And the water bugs are busy spinning backwards in the rain.
The summer child is running, summer child is running again
The summer child is running, summer child is running again
And they’re spinning out like old tin tops
One of them is down and all time stops,
Now she’s up yeah the summer child is running again.
Come my freezing daughter, brave the icy water
Enter slowly under cherry blossoms,
Racing as you see the gates of summer.
There is time and time to come,
Underneath the golden sun,
And forever will melt slowly in a glass of lemonade.
And oh she’s coming running, and oh she’s coming running again,
The summer child is running, the summer child is running again.
Better have a seat, cause you won’t run past her.
Try to take it in, every year she’s faster.
Here she comes, yeah the summer child is running again.
The sun is shining and the summer child is running again.

We shook the last drops from Glen Garioch’s finest hour.
We sipped it like the blood of Burns.
Through the mountain thyme,
Belting Auld Lang Syne.
This is how I’ll free myself.
I’ll free myself.
You’ll come to Wellfleet where the sun through fairy pines
Shines soft and gold as chardonnay.
And then we’ll retire,
Sitting by the fire.
This is how I’ll free myself.
I’ll free myself.
This vodka comes from rain descending from a single cloud.
These cherries ripened in the groves of the Hesperides
Where heroes lie.
I rolled my pant legs up for darting fish in tadpole ponds,
I picked the berries in the field,
Light pools in my glass,
Shines into the past.
This is how I’ll, this is how I’ll, how I’ll free myself.

Write this number down, you can call it anytime
We have been waiting for the day that you would finally drop the dime
I praise the ones who persevere in seeking justice through the law.
I caution there were those who felt abandoned and betrayed by what they saw.
Some stood in halls of silence,
With icy hints of violence
When they did seek justice through the law.
I’m witness to the commons and the institutions of the People’s rule
The parents take their kids to local parks and then their kids head off to school
You might see the same old story
Greed and profit’s allegory
I see kids who go to school.
A vote for one, a vote for all
A right to silence, one free call
You’ll need a warrant for that
No she won’t sit in the back,
And yes we’re still abolishing all slavery
Every kind of slavery
So write this number down and know you won’t slip through the cracks.
Look over your shoulder, there’s millions of us there to get your backs.
You can play a crucial part,
Carry justice in your heart,
And we’ll be there to get your backs.
Welcome to this land and yes we still have all those marble steps to climb,
But write this number down, because it’s growing all the time.

The clouds will form a crown,
Circling the rocky mountaintop,
Telling us the rain is coming soon,
As we sail the river up and down
The storm king has borne the seasons all,
Worn them upon his brow,
He guides the watchful boats below,
I am the storm king now.
He is bemused, sometimes delighted,
Sees the trains, the hikers on the hill
In our progress and our industry
May we grow better still.
The storm king has seen us from above,
Rising up on the starboard bow
He knows the turning of the years
I am the storm king now.
The storm king has borne the seasons all,
Worn them upon his brow,
He guides the watchful boats below,
I am the storm king now.
I am the storm king now.