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
This compilation catalogues the weekly performances aired on Triple R, an independent community radio station in Melbourne, Australia. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 14, 2020