Category Archives: Music

FUNNY DAY

Let me share something….

Weird day, weird day, funny day, the only day
Weird day, strange day
Forms of my music
Runnin’ through my head

Wind blowin’
Grass flowin’
Rebirth coming
Expanding
Moving out
Like a chicken
He’s growin’ though his shell

Gonna bust it off
Gonna expand out!
Fear
Powerless
Wet chick sitting in a new world

He ain’t the one
You know it’s better
He’s a new man
He’s a new thing

Birds flyin’
Air blowin’
Sun shinin’
Mountains
Lookin’ down on me
Suggesting things I never did see

Things I never thought
Things I never knew
Places I never been
People I never knew

I’m new
Reborn
Like a child
He’s just comin’ on

He’s lookin’ out
In a dark forest
These God-damn trees
Keep getting in my way

Gonna cut ‘em down
Gonna level it out
Gonna burn it down
Gonna work this thing out

I’m just bein’ reborn
Like a chicken
Like a baby
Bustin’ out his shell

The shell of understanding
That surrounds my heart
It’s a thing that’s gotta go
It’s a thing that I can expand out of

A thing I’m gonna move out of
A thing I’m gonna work out of
I’m gonna wait here, I’m gonna wait here
I’m gonna wait here, I’m gonna wait here

The phone will ring
And everything
Will turn around
It’ll be different the next time

Be the same thing
The same thing
Be the same thing
Again next time

How many years
Must this go on?
Night and day, night and day
Night and day
It’s on and on

How many years
Must this go on?
Dark and light and night and day
How many years must this go on?

Confusion
Madness
The mind is makin’ up
What the spirits doin’

It’s fightin’, pretending
Fightin’, pretending, fightin’, pretending, fightin’, pretending

Fightin’
Resisting everything
Holding back, holding on
Bleeding finger nails
Letting go of things
That chain me down
They’re chainin’ me down

Holding me down
Like a chain, on a balloon
Cut it loose, rise a little
Holding me down, holding me down
Air blowin’ down through this place
My camp
Hard times, waiting outside your door!

Ya know what?
I’m gonna make sense of this
One life
Eighty years
Gonna make sense of this
I’m gonna work it out!

You know I will
Gonna cut that chain, rise a bit
Cut another chain, gonna rise a bit
Cut ‘em all loose, rise up through hell
Rise up through Hell
Rise up through the smoke

I’m gonna walk
North
The Earth with my mind
Gonna feel my skin
Feel this thing
Gonna work it out!
Gonna work this thing out!

© 1997 Martin H. Wilde
Remixed 2014

DARK

Sitting by the river
I find thoughts I can’t put down
Sitting by the pathway
Leading back to town

Sitting down by “waste can” visions
Leading me nowhere
Paired people strolling by
I only sit and stare

And it’s dark

Sitting on the park bench
Writing what I seem to see
I can’t be like other people
I’m left with only me

The sunlight leaves my shadow
On the cobble stone
My mind keeps telling me
To feel I’m all alone

‘Cause it’s dark

Old women dissect life
In their tit-tat way
I’d like to change their ways
But what is there to say?

Small birds hum through the trees
Like men through court room halls
Their minds are strung like beads
Defying nature’s call

And it’s dark

I close the page that says
I’m smaller than I feel
To write a profound line
I strive, but only steal

‘Cause it’s dark

© 1997 Martin H. Wilde
Remixed 2014

CAMP ROBBER

Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal a diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal your diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring

Layin’ on floor, in the rose colored glass
Over by the door, where the bubble smashed
Threads on the latch, where the coat sleeve was torn
What’s left of my manhood, by the blood on the door

Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal a diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal your diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring

Walking downtown, to take in some air
Talking to a man at the bus stop there
“What you waitin’ on brother?”
I said to the street
“A camp-robber, I’m hoping to meet”

Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal a diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal your diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde

The One-Eyed Man


She did not come
As I’d hoped she would
As the evening hung
On the time and place I stood

The airport cried
With glazed and weary eyes
And all the girls I saw
Held up in the face of ice

She is not so different
From the girl that I once knew
She’s floating through horizons
Where the orange meets the blue

And she know the things I say
In the face of being blind
The blind search for the one-eyed man
Or whatever they can find

I am not going
Or coming around again
In these circles and marks
Layed down through my pen

The darkness hides the sorrow
It’s hung within my mind
The crime looks for the criminal
The one-eyed man looks for the crime

She is not so different
From the girl that I once knew
She’s floating through horizons
Where the orange meets the blue

And she know the things I say
In the face of being blind
The blind search for the one-eyed man
Or whatever they can find

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde

Three Ravens

I saw three Ravens
Sitting on a fence
I saw three Ravens
Looking at me
What do they see?
What is she wanting now?
I saw three pirate ships coming my way

I saw three Ravens
Sitting on a fence
I saw three Ravens
Flying away
Does she want it?
What does she want?
I saw three pirate ships heading our way

I saw three Ravens
Flying beside
I saw three Ravens
Whats in their mind?
What’s she want?
What does she want from me?
I saw three pirate ships sailing our way

I saw three Ravens
Sitting on a fence
I saw three Ravens
Looking at me
Why does she want?
What’s she want this time?
I saw three pirate ships heading my way

I saw three Ravens
Sitting on a fence

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde

THE PLAYER OF THE VOID

The Owl flies at night
Brings good luck to the player of the void

(Owl Song)

If you go where no man goes, you find what no man finds
He’s moving on like an Owl in the night, the player of the void

He sees at night, a diamond shining bright, the player of the void
He falls to the Earth, to kiss it on the lips, then soars back to the sky

You’re here I know, been here all my life, waiting by the door
To the land of the shining silver plain, on the other side

He knows his pain is the cracking of his shell, and faces night with day
To face the dark with faith and grace, to live the Passion play

He flies at night, the player of the void
And waits outside my door

© 1997 Martin H. Wilde

Midnight Rodeo

MIDNIGHT RODEO

As I watched you leaving
Heading out that door
I know where you’re going
You’ve been there before

Out past the town line
Where the crazies go
To the truckers haven
The midnight rodeo

Oh, she’s riding on the midnight rodeo

Now the rain is falling
Falling in my mind
How often have I thought?
How many’s been the time?

That you’ve taken my love
And the things I show
And worn them on
The midnight rodeo

Oh, she’s riding on the midnight rodeo

I hope you find an answer
I hope that he’s kind
I hope its satisfaction
That you find

Cause I won’t be waiting
On your doorstep anymore
For last call on
The midnight rodeo

© 1992 Martin H. Wilde