Singles 1-5

I Protest About Love
Under the balcony I sang her my song
Next to the moonlit stream I strummed as she strolled along
Yes, thought trickled through my head, like water down a stream of how love evaded me, evaded me
Where the willows weep I weep, and like a sheep my heart bleats for love,
love 
Gorgeous lovely roses now withered in my hand
Towards love I'm drawn by hope but now its just a single strand
Yes love she has surely gone she's left like a leaf, a leaf floating down our quiet stream, yeah down this quiet stream
Where the willows weep I weep and like a sheep my heart bleats for love,
love
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
You're so beautiful you're so fine 
Yet you've danced so close to the line 
Oh… Oh... 
Pouring yourself out a libation to pop
My spirit it is bruised and my mind it is knocked
Oh… Oh... 
Thee apple pie now going rotten?
Your innocence now being forgotten? 
You're so beautiful you're so fine
Yet sugar needs to be refined
Oh… Oh... 
Your integrity you are trying to keep
Making yourself millions you do sell yourself cheap
Oh… Oh... 
Please return to your former days, Yes return to your former ways

 Lyrics by Davyd Homan

Touch Base Pull ya self together man, your heads in some other place Grab it before it rolls away then touch base What do you want to do where do you want to be? A ship needs a course before setting out to sea

Sitting there and sipping wine repeating that sad song

You may feel so weak yet really your head strong Go, get your violin then you can join that band Hour glass is time that’s slipping down through the quick sand

You say that your working hard you must be totally crazy

You will work much harder pushing up, up the daisies

Why not listen to your friends? Many words spoken as a plea

Your mind it holds the door that will unlocks the, the key

Lyrics by Davyd Homan

God the Weaver

She's beautiful in face and form, way above the norm

this world is cold and her words tumble out warm I don't want to die, but in her eyes drown I need her like make up needs the clown

She's beautiful in face and form, way above the norm

this world is cold and her words tumble out warm I don't want to die, but in her eyes drown I need her like make up needs the clown

Her loveliness invades me, flower attacks the bee

She's a temple and I am her devotee Don't want to be alone, want to be with her Oh that I was the covers of her siddur

I feel hot and a lovely fever, knowing she's how a believer

that we are two strands and that God is the weaver Her beauty is given, given from above I am captivated by her love

Lyrics by Davyd Homan

Silent Screams

I hear silent screams throughout the land

Screams echoing through corridors of shame ripped out of their fleshly home in a vision of pain Love child never to be loved Whirlwind sucked up and killed the dove Red blood dripping on a white sheet Quenching another innocent heartbeat

I hear silent screams throughout the land

Across sterilized floors agony does float Men performing infant death wearing pure white coats Two lovers touching one is above Under banners of lust or was it love? Love tale that will never unfold

I ask "Who loves the little soul?"

I ask "Who loves the little soul?"

I hear silent screams throughout the land Lyrics by Davyd Homan