Music has a restless heart. She has now found her steps in a new sound expressed in poetry.

Eventide

Jack London

The morning suns about to rise
I've always looked at it like "Burning Daylight"
A Pullman sidecar of tales
I'll write "The Call of the Wild"
The Yukon's in my blood, and the Hawaiian isles.
"The God of His Fathers," "The Faith of Men"
The "War of the Classes," and "Martin Eden"
I rose above "The Iron Heel"
"A Son of the Sun" by "The Star Rover"s will.
"The Sea Wolf" by "The Strength of the Strong"
"A Daughter of the Snows" and "John Barleycorn"
"The Cruise of the Snark" of the "South Sea Tales"
"When God Laughs" at "The Road" were on, and -
"Before Adam"...
"It's better to be ashes than dust"

Paul Dresser

 

 

Jack London is sung in the first person, as if he is alive today. The lyrics are titles of his books, placed in poetry for the great American Author.

A Restless Heart

A restless heart will lift her dress and dance
Nothing is gained, if nothings ever chanced
So the wind does die down, and the clouds are moved out
while the people lift up their hands
She looks out upon the myriads
Her voice burst into light round their heads
A change in the way Music vibrates the air.
Would you, love to, move and live again?
This day, this hour, were going to pull up stakes
She said the winds are now shifting, Hold on it feels like were drifting
There's plenty of fire in the horn, we can make this move, take the world by storm.
Loves like a mountain climb, in a storm that thunders all night
In this, world view, this weathers stranger than life
She said the winds are now shifting, It's time for a New Music City
At dawn the Arch is so bright---
with the flow of the river comes The Eventide...
Strange that they wonder why, Music moves to live her life.
And now she's going away, so far...
A restless heart will lift her dress and dance
Nothing is gained, if...
Music is living and very much aware.

  Paul Dresser

Tamure and Wine

Tamure and Wine
like spring and summertime,
and dance, to lift the hour
The beating hula drums, a warmth of flowers
And if you sing running through the grass,
how far you'll go, deep into the past.
And if you run out onto the sand,
until the waves, can touch your hands...

Paul Dresser

Elevator Runaway

Elevator runaway, take us flying out in space.
Hold me closely, tightly...
Were running, we got to get away somehow.
We can't turn left, if we go right we'll die.
Seems we've been working overtime.
Most of our lives go for this.
Straight ahead we'll fly,
towards the elevator climb.
Open up the door, were leaving it behind.
Elevator runaway, take us flying out in space.
Hold me closely, tightly...
We made that loving by the sun.
We took our loving higher, elevator run...runaway...
Lookout over empty spaces.
This time for us, it's not theirs to put down.
Soon we"ll be moving through sound.
Bold is the knocking for love.
Open up the door, for the elevator climb.
Turn the music on, and rush deep inside...
Elevator runaway, take us flying out in space.
Hold me closely, tightly...
We made that loving by the sun.
We took our loving higher, elevator run... runaway...

Paul Dresser

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