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Today
Can you see there?
All the bad lands.
And you worry the world will end.
Then you wake-up
Feel the world and
You're lovin' life again.
Solar junk food
Racin through you,
Are you dead inside of you?
Then you cool down
Hike some mountains.
The clean air weeps inside of us.
Break away and float on the wave
Today
Break away and feel.
About the later,
The former future
The stress will always overcome.
Can you see there?
All the grey lands.
Cement walls rise around us all.
Then we wake-up,
Feel the world and
We're lovin life again.
Me and my world
Today
Through my eyes.
Words by Pete Orenstein © 2005
Whimsical Fantasy
Out on a limb from some
Whimsical fantasy of my mind.
Floating on wings like a bird as it sings,
Wish I had more time.
They're not there, fare isn't fair,
We're not where we're supposed to be.
Right or left, have you slept,
Is this a test for me.
High in the clouds like I'm
Strolling the crowds down in Venice Beach.
Beautiful day nothing stands in the way,
Everything's in reach.
Then I realize, the sunsets, no regrets,
We're right where we're supposed to be.
Right or left have you slept
Is this a test for me.
Looking back from the center of the storm
What I just came through,
Where I had gone wrong.
Renewing my faith
In the things that I believe
Flying high as a bird
I'm free
Lyrics by Frank Registrato © 2004
Edge City
People in motion like waves on the ocean,
Rainy day gloom, pushing the broom,
While we were trying some new ways of hiding,
So now I'm abiding alone in your room
A huge disasterŠis that what we were after?
Counting down days until time, it flies away,
Foolishly gliding, or gently dividing,
There's no use in hiding up there in the moon
Far away (so far away)
Where I want to go (where I want to go)
Far away (way)
From today
Need a new way home - the mission is all wrong,
What then determines the price that is paid?
Looking behind to find the reasons inside,
The only answers, we find when we are afraid.
Making connections or passing infections,
No recollection where I'd seen that collection
Of thoughts in a vial, or somewhere on file,
Perhaps another pile to be reckoned with...
Far away (so far away)
Where I want to go (where I want to go)
Far away (way)
From today
Lyrics by Frank Registrato © 2004
Or
In the here and now
Where we were before
In my head
In my bed
It was red
So I read
What you said
My friend Fred
Freddie¹s dead
Fish that got away
Feels like yesterday
MASH
Up late again, it's time
To leave all my worries behind
And sleep, arrest my mind
I'm seeing double
Have you ever found yourself
Watching MASH at 2 in the morning?
Watch your ego try to crawl
Across the floor and get away
Checked my life with my coat
When I got up this morning
But I guess by now
That was yesterday
Tick tock, the clock
Oh, what's the rush
It's late outside today
And you're not here
Guess I'll go play
A game of the hide and seek
Lyrics by Frank Registrato © 2004'
Namaste Hey
Everybody's rollin' here
Thinkin' the sky is clear.
Sandy shoes and peelin' skin.
Burned out, impatient tired,
Hopped up and strangely wired.
Wonderin' if it's all worthwhile.
Drifting so anxiously
Far too much to see.
Hope they can cram it all in.
Zip zappin' hangin' fallin',
Feels like my head is crawlin'.
Wonderin' if it's all worthwhile.
Prolific prattle casts a pall,
Feels like this really can't be all,
This crap can't be worthwhile.
Rather get out and fly
Come take up the cry:
We don't have to live that way.
Step up, shout out & stand your ground,
Sustain yourself with what you've found,
Please tell me its worthwhile.
Escape, explore, freak out we're free,
Expanding exponentially,
Knowing now it's all worthwhile.
Troglodytic cries metamorphosize
Things buried deep with in my eyes.
Can't believe I got it all out.
Namaste hey!
("I bow to the divine in you")
Words by Kristen Orenstein © 2004
Home on Derange
There's a party at the edge of the universe.
Bring the good stuff and leave behind the worst.
Come on in and drink that strange brew.
Wipe your tears with the morning dew.
And we all sing
For a kynda tomorrow
Leave the world and we'll do our thing
Let us groove and swing.
Don't wear socks, but a funky hat.
A pair of wings and a hoop to match.
Close your eyes when you look at me.
Flow through the music and let it be.
Derange the senses with loud screams (aaah!)
But, keep the peace in the midst of dreams.
Lyrics by Pete Orenstein © 2004
Freakin' Ordinary
Bob's got a dude dead, zip the tent.
Lost lonely smack head drift away.
Leave the rest unsaid just need sleep,
Long journey ahead. Where's Gazoo?
That's what the cow head said, Mark my words.
Cow got it instead,
Stop the car.
We're not ordinary, can't be just another one.
Freakin' with a smile on, is there nothing special going on?
Overfriendly prison guy lost his thing.
Chadagator's standing by just in time.
Portapotty make out lie I won't tell
Won't even ask why, "For a shirt."
Vice city hell ride alley run.
Watch the waiters duck and hide,
Stop in time.
Lyrics by Kristen & Pete Orenstein © 2004
Bakin'
I awoke to find, the moon had come again.
Crept along the ground in search of tasty treats.
Rolled up the paper blanket and sucked the air.
My head exploded, but I didn't care.
Inside my self I'm bakin' rather nicely.
Outside my self I'm shinin' rather brightly.
I woke up to find the sun was blastin' in.
Crawled down deeper to keep out the mornin' light.
Sucked up the white mist and coughed the musty air.
Suddenly I jumped and my soul was there.
Inside my self I'm bakin' rather nicely.
Outside my self I'm shinin' rather brightly.
Breathing deep I drift
Seeing the further road ahead.
Seething to leave it all,
Mediocrity in my head.
I'm bakin' rather nicely.
Words by Pete Orenstein © 2004
Roof Beneath
In the room where reality abides,
The darkness surrounds my space.
Your vision leaves my side
To mingle in a different place.
To sleep umoved inside my den
And feel the cold inside the heat
I removed the floor to begin again
But found the roof beneath.
I fought the slowly melting walls
Oozing inside my empty brain.
The doors to see seem so small.
Beside your eyes, feeling your pain.
Off to find my soul somewhere.
To the edge I walked to find it.
And in that moment in the smoky air,
My soul, with you, I'll seize it.
Words by Pete Orenstein © 2002
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Today
Whimsical Fantasy
Edge City
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MASH
Namaste Hey
Home On Derange
Freakin' Ordinary
Bakin'
Roof Beneath
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