Ceiling Fan When I find my perfect center like Vitruvian Man I will make a perfect circle like a ceiling fan Then I'll sing Amazing Grace Wipe that smile back on my face And know I'm spinning right through space Like a ceiling fan When I met your mother, child, understand I was no more than a boy, not yet a man But the Universe is funny Seems to be made of milk and honey And it just keeps right on running Like a ceiling fan When I see you, girl, naked, toned and tanned I see the microcosmic/macrocosmic plan: As above, so below As in Heaven, so in my Soul It just rolls and rolls and rolls Like a ceiling fan When I see Him on that tree, a dying man I know there are some thing that I don't comprehend But the engine of existence Is a death that is insistent He just hangs there in resistance Like a ceiling fan When I feel like I can't sing, or speak, or stand When I'm lonely and alone without a friend Well, the whole world can dismiss me But you're always right there with me And I know you've always been My ceiling fan Words & Music, (c) A. Sea Herndon, 2012.

Moore's Paradox You could be my Cinderella I could be your Spiderman You could weep like the willows I could run like the wind Out that old stained-glass window Keep that old frame of mind Stained Stained within It's raining, but I don't think it is I know it's raining, but I don't think it is You could be my Revolution I could be your Coup-d'état You could change like the seasons I could change like a fop 'Neath that old stained up cushion Find that old forgotten change Change Changed within It's raining, but I don't think it is I know it's raining, but I don't think it is You could be my Cancellation I could be your Resubscribe You could block me like a spammer I could write you like a scribe On that old stained up letter Read a new stained up page Page The page it is It's raining, but I don't think it is I know it's raining, but I don't think it is © 2012, A. Sea Herndon (BMI).

What's John Writing? (A Book Of The Seven Seals) Stuck in a foreign car Alongside a road I’ve tried to be a good man God Almighty knows I cried, “Lord, Lord!” He said, “I never knew you.” A rooster crowed twice So I denied him too The moon rose up bloody All the trumpets were mute Bridesmaids were weeping As we put on our wedding suits The beasts at the manger Had ten heads and horns I had a vision We were all stalks of corn Some bowed down to me Some bowed down to you Some bled corn syrup High fructose too I cried, “Lord, Lord Is this the Judgment Day?” There was thunder from the throne That’s when I heard you say: REFRAIN: Weep not my little child Weep not nor wail Daddy’s coming home along Apocalyptic trails Stopped in a church Thought I might pray The font had no water The stained glass was gray Grape juice for sacred blood Dry the cup of wine They traded in the broken bread For the organic kind Gone were the precious few That held us to our roots Gone were the summer soils Gone the autumn fruits Gone was the preacher’s voice Gone the prophet’s call Gone were the barroom poets With their backs against the wall The sun has turned to ashes Will the universe collapse? You just seemed to smile Saying, “Don’t even ask” “Was then, is now Evermore shall be World without end That is my prophecy” REFRAIN (c)2012, A. Sea Herndon (BMI).

The 151st Psalm Sweet daffodil of my heart Springtime is almost to start As I stand on this hill Where Jesus was killed I wonder what drove us apart Did you move to the left or the right Or was it me who one night Crawled out of bed Got lost in my head When I should have just been sleeping tight The lonesome winds howl through this house My flame now is flickering with doubt If I leave the door cracked Will you ever come back Or will you just always stay out If I were the chief musician Would these seeds ever come to fruition Or like a cold frozen stare Would they always stay bare Without adequate sunlight and nutrition King David appeared in a dream He taught me to play and to sing He sang from the heart I played autoharp And he let his old lyre ring I was born in a most sacred place The son of the son of faith The apple don’t fall far But it falls none the less Now there are bruises and dirt on my face Now it seems that I’ve passed on the best And the worst of my genes with the rest If it passes down Don’t let it be to the ground If I’m cursed, let my children be blessed Now I’m drinking some one-fifty-one I buy it by the fifty gallon drum But no matter how much The current can’t wash Me back to that place I feel calm Sweet daffodil… (c) 2005 & 2012, A. Sea Herndon (BMI).

Jericho God as my witness We got God on our side If you see God's Children comin' You better step to the goddamn side Jericho! Jericho! We ain't come to save your soul We are marchin' to Zion And you're standin' in our road Jericho! Jericho! We gonna let them trumpets blow We got eyes on your eyes We got troops on your troops Turn your other fuckin' cheek Or lose your mother fuckin' tooth Jericho Jericho We gonna let them trumpets blow Jericho! Jericho! Here we go (Here we go) © 2012, A. Sea Herndon (BMI).

Ampheta Me Hey there. Ampheta Me You are my smiling mirror The brightest reflection that I've ever seen But now we're so much clearer Hey there, Ampheta Me I've got to say a better me A cooler, calmer, and now settled me Oh, how you're so much clearer I'm like a kid again Oh Loving God of Ritalin I give my thanks for your good medicine I see you so much clearer {solo} Let your attention be There's more to life than focus The locus of the life I want to lead Has gotten so much clearer Hey there, Ampheta Me Just want to say, “I love you” Got a headful of sweet dopamine And now it's so much clearer (c)2012 A. Sea Herndon (BMI).

It's me, Oh Lord Standing in the need of prayer Not my brother or my sister, But it's me, Oh Lord Standing in the need of prayer Not the neighbor or the stranger, But it's me, Oh Lord Standing in the need of prayer

On the Ubiquity of Fish When she fell from the skies with her eyes painted black I was poison and vile as a serpent’s attack But she fell in my Garden, and I fell for her charms And we both fell from Grace into each other’s arms She spoke of the Tree and the Tree spoke no lies Like the spokes of a wheel it reached out on all sides She from my side by my side in that shade Together we planted our seed unafraid We woke to the morning with rain on our backs But no rain could wash clean all the blood from our tracks The track-marks so deep, and our Treason so real The Floodwater’s rising all over the fields The rains are a-fallin’ here on the farm Where Strange is a quark and Death is a charm We pray, “Eternal rest will you grant them, O Lord” If rest comes from death we should start selling swords The Floodwater’s rising and I don’t see no Ark It’s hard to see much when you’re kept in the Dark I strike up a match and you close your eyes We smile as we pass: Not a cloud in the sky You hung up your bow in the sky aimed at whom? The Son that you promised you sent to the tomb The Son rose again, but first He was killed Oh the Floodwater’s rising all over the fields Well this song was written just outside Paradise Where the Angels stood guard with their fiery knives And my Love there abjured for my Love was my Pride While I stood there so lonesome, you pierced at my side Yes, you pierced at my side and you spit in my face And you whipped my broad back then you bound me with lace Oh, you hammered me down like a god at his end There you laid down my Love like the life of a friend Now the Angels are singing once more on these shores And the boat-builder begs, “Won't you all come aboard?” And he walks on the water and lays down the keel And the Floodwater’s rising all over the fields Well some speak of Truth in these dishonest days And some sing of Greed with hearts golden and brave And the words of a Child are a powerful Seed But the Tree of a Man is the Fruit in his leaves When you fell from the skies with your eyes painted black I was poison and vile as a serpent’s attack But you fell in my Garden and I fell for your charms And we fell into the Grace that was each other’s arms Now the Floodwater’s risen all over the fields From the mud of the Valley to the drought of the Hills Now the fields are all fertile for you and for me It takes Sunshine and Deep Caves for the Water to recede. { artificial illumination beats pitch black...and cut...amen} Words & Music ©2012, A. Sea Herndon (BMI).