Yage Help me Gabriella I'm sinking fast Brujo stole my soul away He came in the night in the form of a cat Down the river from San Jose I saw him in the yellow moon-light That old witch with the empty eyes And he was there inside my dream That jaguar man with the empty eyes Hold me close I'm going down Shadows crowd the light of day Send Pepe for help in Santa Rosa Have him ask for Don Andres If anyone can help me now That old healer will find a way He'll bring his rattle and his drum And the sacred medicine Yage Chorus Yage, Yage Yage, Yage Down below the healer went He fought the cat for my soul He wrestled it back and brought it home to me And what was lost was again made whole I saw visions divine The medicine carried me away I rode the snake, that jungle vine Out of the dark, into the light of day Chorus Outro Rio Aguarico, Rio Putumayo, Rio San Miguel -Lyrics_ RB Lonetree

Indian Summer I woke this morning from a dream Found myself wrapped up in another And the sky formed a circle Around me, my bed, my lover And the light was pure and blessed Like the first dawning of the sun Arise, arise it called to us New day is begun Chorus After winter comes the spring After summer comes the fall Of this beautiful life I really know nothing at all One by one the visions fall One by one they pass me by One by one the visions fall Like twilight from the sky Closer to the fire we stand Closer to the heavens we fly Clothed in only sun-light Beneath this Indian Summer sky Chorus The sun lies low upon the water Over the bay Short are these hot nights And long, these Indian Summer Days The wind cries like a dove The palm-trees dance and sway The dreamers dream As the seasons gently rise and fall away The moon-light dances in her eyes The silver sky, a jewel, sparkles and blazes bright Reach out your arms to heaven Catch the moon in her flight And this beautiful life Where nothing is quite the way it seems This beautiful life This dream within a dream Chorus -Lyrics: RB Lonetree

Hard Row To Hoe From San Jose to Dos Rios Five Miles as the crow flies But its fifty-five cause you gotta walk it Right around the mountain you gotta go And when you get there, oh, you'll know You'll have a hard row to hoe That country across the mountain there Is hot and hard and cruel as hell And the boss man is made in its own image And the work would suit the devil well But the devil couldn't work you any harder, no Brothers, sisters, you'll have a hard row to hoe Now the boss man he's a real 'gentleman' Of course there's nothing gentle about him at all Like I said, he's mean as the land that bred him And violent as a summer storm And he's never worked like you've worked, no You've got a hard row to hoe But the nights are cool and when the moon is small You can lose yourself inside a dream Lay your weary body down and picture freedom No-one can take your dreams from you But dreams are dreams and when you wake you'll know You've still got a hard row to hoe Who says when the working day is over? Who holds the key, who calls quittin' time? But tell me, who has the music? The soul, the rhythm and the rhyme? And nights when that moon is down Out comes the harp and the banjo And for a while the music lets you forget That you still got a hard row to hoe Lyrics: RB Lonetree

Music (Bishoff/Lonetree) Oh Music, sweet Music Lift me up and carry me Far from all this clamour and strife For I am weary now, of sorrow, of life Oh Music, sweet Music My sight grows dim, it’s hard to see Lift me high above all this trouble And together we’ll ride into immortality Like a drum you carry me Far beyond all this misery Into the pure light Of eternity Can’t you hear their thunder? Have you no fear? Go now girl for I am finished Go fast away from here I saw a grey mare A ghost moving through the mist and smoke I heard Music somewhere close It was a dream, a spell, the spell broke I awoke to the roar of thunder The cries of battle, the sting of lead Yes, now I’ve got my gruel, but you will remember me Ned Kelly, son of Red Spoken That’s enough, trooper, I’ve got my gruel Now let me be Rest now, my boys There is peace, finally And soon I’ll ride my spirit horse Through the land of shadows to a place I know And I will see you there, my judge Where I go Yes, I will see you there my judge -Lyrics: RB Lonetree

Murdering Creek Road (Fairley/Lonetree) I see those cane fires burning I hear the crackle and the roar Down along Murdering Creek Road Where The Dreaming is no more I smell that foul molasses burning I see the sky has turned to blood I hear the preacher man preaching Of the hell-fire and the flood And this land is laid to waste From the mountains to the sea All across this burning plain Where The Dreamers once lived free I saw the paintings on the rock wall I saw the carvings in the stone I heard a thousand murdered voices I heard the bull-roarer moan And them who wrote the history of this land Wrote out the bullets and the blood And them who suffered that history Lie buried beneath the mud I'm staring out across those fields of fire Listening to the black-bird's song A bleak lament born of this hard land Where I feel I could belong -Lyrics: RB Lonetree

Spirit Voices On these dirty streets I felt my spirit slip away Shot through with the poison that hangs in the air The machine can’t stop now We have all hell to pay And if you fall my love don’t fall here No-one would care Chorus Spirit voices of ages past Lost amid the rumble and the roar Of traffic and negotiations, corporate predations Oh, spirit voices Got in an angry fix on broadway Got caught in a traffic snarl coming home to you Along the street where you held my arm And said to me, “stay” Take a good look around here babe, it’s all so pretty Pretty ugly in this dying, dirty city Chorus Spirit voices of the earth Lost amid the raving and the howling Of media and machines, strangled dreams Oh spirit voices I saw a burning man preaching Armageddon on the side-walk He belonged to another time and another place His form was fading from too much empty talk I watched him fade in the dying grey light of his day I felt the cold hard concrete beneath my blazing feet I felt the smog burn down deep inside my lungs I watched the sun set bloody through the haze and blinding heat And thought about where I’ll be when the morning comes Chorus Spirit voices within our hearts Say leave these broken city streets Lover, come flee with me toward the sound Of those spirit voices

Let Her She's in a field of flowers, dancing in the summer rain You're standing on the outside, looking in again You can't stop watching, you would look at her forever Boy if she wants to dance with you then let her Subtle and sublime the mystery And those who look too hard just do not see Don't try to understand her, you're not that clever But boy if she wants to tell you secrets then let her Abandon all your hope and enter in Don't let anyone try and tell you it's a sin And if she offers you the apple then all the better Boy if she wants to make a man of you then let her She's the very same woman from the dream The one you couldn't quite place, you know what I mean? Don't you Remember? You've known her forever And if she wants to put you under then let her I see her star is rising in the eastern sky She'll slay us all, my friend, sure as night-time follows day The eternal dance, it's been going on forever Boy if she wants to blood you then let her (Yeah if she wants to spill the wine with you then let her) She's standing in the light on the other side Between you lies the dark river, deep and wide She's calling out for you, go to her, you know you'd better And if she wants to carry you over, you've got to let her -Lyrics: RB Lonetree

Stone The sun is low in the western sky The sand’s still warm beneath my body where it lies Laid out like driftwood on a lazy tide On an empty beach stretched far and wide Have you seen the stone faces of Easter Island? Staring out across the sea For years they’ve stood there in a trance Lost to history And I feel just like those idols With their far-away eyes Staring out into the endlessness Stoned and hypnotised (Stoned and etherised) And I love a mackerel sky at dusk Like a thousand shards of shattered glass Or a flock of crimson sheep grazing On a field of blue grass A lone sea-bird flies across the face of the setting sun Now comes the quickening, soon the night will come And soon the moon will rise up out of the sea And a million stars will light the heavens from here to eternity -Lyrics: RB Lonetree

Sailors’ Lament I hear the ocean roar The waves falling on the shore I watch the sun rise over the sea Tears of the moon, sweat of the sun Arise, arise, new day is begun Silver and gold shines the sea Refrain Hey my friend the ocean is a blazing jewel Shining for you and me I feel the wind rush over me It brings the sweet taste of the sea It whispers secrets into my ear See the albatross on high See how she rules the sky Her every movement tells me she’s free Refrain Hey my friend I feel I could fly Just like that albatross on high There go the ships, into the dawn Out there, leviathan, awesome and strong Ignorant of the madness and sorrows of men Beneath the waves where dead men lie I hear them calling, I hear them cry And they have become one with the sea Refrain Hey my friend can you hear the crying of the whales? The roar of the wind in unfurled sails I hear the distant roar The waves falling on the shore Far away lands are calling me Refrain Hey my friend its a long long way to that farther shore Hey my friend our journey has begun Lyrics: RB lonetree

I Sing Of Myself I read the sky Like some read books I read the sky I don't really care for books I have the sky The unfolding pages of the infinite sky I hear the clamour and cursing of men Down in the town In the streets and the taverns I long for the wilderness Like people long for each other See them run from their loneliness Down to the town All crammed in together Like pigs in a pen I dream of dying Like some dream of riches I dream of dying For ages and aeons I have been dying I have no use for riches For I've been to the other world In ecstasy flying I pray to myself As some pray to Gods I pray to myself I don't really care for Gods I see people killing and dying for them And all along the gods we were praying to Were naught but the mind manifestations of men I sing of myself As some sing of heroes I sing of myself I don't really care for heroes The tribulations and tragedies of mice and of men We each have our own song to sing They can't sing mine for me, nor I theirs for them Lyrics: RB Lonetree

Old Man Feather-foot The sun is down. There's a red moon rising high The sun is down. There's a red moon rising high Way off a dingo's howling at that blood moon in the sky See the old man painted up in the ochre desert clay See the old man painted up in the ochre desert clay He's singing up some trouble and he has all hell to pay Chorus If the old man comes by walking Turn your head as he goes by He might try to sing you So better don't look him in the eye When the old man goes to town he wears black boots of shiny leather When the old man goes to town he wears black boots of shiny leather But when he wanders in the desert he wears boots of Emu feather Well the old man has a trick, you see, he can sleep with an open eye Well the old man has a trick, you see, he can sleep with an open eye And if you creep into his camp, his murder of crows all up and cry Chorus If he calls you out by singing Better you run and better you hide You know he sang that mission man Till that preacher up and died Well the old man's got no family, you know he lives alone Well the old man's got no family, you know he lives alone And he could lay your soul to waste with just one pointing of the bone When the police had a runner they called the old man in to track him down When the police had a runner they called the old man in to track him down He's got eyes in the tree-tops and he can move without a sound Chorus So better you all be careful Of old man Kadaitja Because if you cross him or his people He's gonna smite ya They say the crocodile that gets you is the one you never saw They say the crocodile that gets you is the one you never saw Not the three you had your eyes upon but the one you never even saw So don't leave nothing that belongs to you laying in his reach Don’t leave nothing that belongs to you, hair, finger-nails, shit or spit, laying in his reach Or he'll do you like he done the mission man who came looking for to preach Chorus Yeah the old man drives the needle He kills you by degrees Like he done to that missionary man With that wasting disease Well the old man prays to spirits way older than your Lord Well the old man prays to spirits way older than your Lord He don't care for your Jesus, your Good Book or your Word Hear that wild wind in the desert oaks. Listen to it moan Hear that wild wind in the desert oaks. Listen to it moan Somewhere out there in the wilderness the old man sits alone Chorus If you're an unbeliever He will make you understand With just one little movement Of his red right hand Well that sun is down, that red moon's rising high Well that sun is down, that red moon's rising high Before this night is over, someone is gonna die Lyrics: RB Lonetree