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Songs by Brian P. Burgess
Placing the Planets in Line
-- The Balance Chronicles
(I've been told) and eagle's cry will break the misty morning.
I heard an eagle's cry heralds of the day...
"The Sun still marches on, heed my warning,"the eagle says.
I heard a swallow swear she sits with Sister Moon.
I heard a swallow swear all this perched beneath a twilight's bloom...
For her I set my song asail. 'Sister,' she would say,
'Sing your song until my Brother, the Sun, brings His brittle Day.
'He must never know that this night time show so swiftly slips away
'at the eagle's warning.'"
Well, see, it happended like this...
I was out on the boat with the old man
We'd been fishing but pulled for the shore
and the Woman of Moon was there grinning
as Her brother, the Sun, dipped his oars.
An eagle was circling the palace
of some sort of great hall of kings
off the tip of the great Calcaphiscus
by a staircase that circled in rings (up and up...)
A battle ensued between Sun and the Moon
Gathering round were some spectating stars
So the eagle swooped down with a tale in his crown
Gaining rhythm he spoke a few bars...
An Eagle said, "Your Highness, shall I paint a ring around the Sun?
or if you should desire the moon for a jewel in your crown
it shall be done!
I swear Lord it shall be done...Your wish Lord it shall be done...
Command and it shal be done."
But the Queen just smiled back at him and turned to face her King
saying, "Darling, if you please, I would love to hear him sing?!"
I heard a lion's roar shakes the gentle evening.
I heard a lion's roar gives the meek a chance to fly...
"Raise your heads, my Brother Sun says, 'One day we shall fight!'
"But the Day is here to stay we shall lie down through the Night
"And dream of deceiving."
The lion rests his head upon his mighty paws
while the Sun prepares for the break of Day, sharpening His claws.
Rolling out His golden robes for Life to tread upon,
He sets His army marching forth and pins his hope upon
the rolling Dawn...the rolling Dawn.
The queen just smiled nervously and turned to face the King;
The eagle realized that the time had come to sing.
Drifting through a moonlit room on the tails of a shadow's coat
are sparkling hues that dance out on cue in the string of a couple notes
like a melody already sung to a song that I nearly wrote.
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I'm sure it was moments away when somebody spoke...
and it all drifted on.
I could be all alone and feel quite at home, yet, without you
I'd fall from so high
like the dream-ash of bone on a hill all alone and found
whitening under the sky:
a melody already sung to a song that I nearly wrote.
I'm sure it was moments away when somebody spoke ...
and it all drifted on.
Casting aside the moment that showed me who's master,
I'll step through to the side where for music
the time doesn't matter
and the song goes on...
Now, you can hear him -- hear him crying (at the fading light)
as the Moon smiles at the Sun and
Day is swallowed by the Night.
If you ask him "Why?" he will eagerly reply,
"It's for the love of my dear Lady and the islands in her eye."
"For when my feathers finally lose the will to shine
and my wings no longer carry me through the air to fly,
upon her white sand sea shores I will choose a place
to rest my head and wait for that old Chariot to come by..."
"As I shake that great black Hand of Sleep
I'll pray the Lord my song to keep (on ringing)
above the ocean's painfully deafening roar
-- a serenade for my fair Lady."
"Cause she once smiled back at me and turned to face her King
saying, 'Darling, if you please, only ask the Gent to sing.'
So I bowed down low in pure delight, a twinkle in my eye,
opened up my beak and issued forth an eagle's cry
-- a serenade for my fair Lady."
I'm in search of that place tucked back in the space
crouching behind my mind
where the vision unfolds like a map of the Cosmos;
placing the planets in line.
A melody already sung to a song that I nearly wrote,
I'm sure it was moments away when somebody spoke...
and it all drifted on.
"Who did what? When? Where? and Why?
Oh, must you chase me, Brother?"
"You're much too bright to take command of the Night"
"It would really upset our Mother..."
"The songs she taught us to sing must ring on and on and on..."
"Must the swallow and the stars and the dreams
and I rely so much upon"
"the eagle's warning?"
Turning round again
she softly whistled in refrain
to a love song he once sung
for his dear Lady.
Sometimes it rides in on a wave
or appears where the colors beging to fade
in the midst of a cloud that's sailing away
from a window that's shown us a fortunate day.
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