Out of the Lair, released 1994

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Out Of The Lair      
At The Borderline      
The Need      
In The Jaws of Memories      
Amun, Oh Amun    
The Place Where The Old Souls Dance      
Five Miles High      
Arise!      
Demon Wind      
Heaven Is Only Inches Away      
Copyright © 1994 Tom Aragon/Maggie St Michel. 
All rights reserved.
All songs by Tom Aragon/Maggie St Michel, except Arise!, Tom Aragon/ Maggie St Michel/Rick Fisk; first verse from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayam y

Note: The .ram version of Amun, Oh Amun is an instrumental only version

 
Out of the Lair [back]

I've been waiting for you...

You feel like you're in a dream-
at first everything seems all right,
but slowly it starts to turn unkind
and you're like a fly
stuck in something sticky and sweet
And you're thinking that maybe
this would be a good time to leave
but your legs won't obey
And even though you shouldn't watch
your eyes latch
on the spider
just a few strands away...

and now, at last, you see...

the world behind the glass...

the tones that chime
and wrap you in their dark mist
you touch the meaning
and then it's lost...

and you're falling down
the Rabbit Hole
where is Alice?
where is Mole?
and all the time the colors swirl
but your mind only sees the blur

and nothing is quite what it seems
and the mirror speaks
but the mirror's cracked

just one voice slips through the gap
the voice is mine
imagine that

so when the good boys and girls
are all asleep
remember the Fountain
and drink it deep

for I am the one who takes you there
but you must find your own way
OUT OF THE LAIR

 

At the Borderline [back]

Standing high on a rocky cliff
Balancing on the precipice
Up ahead is the great unknown
A headfirst ride to the danger zone

No maps ahead, no highway signs-
one last chance to turn around
At the Borderline
At the Borderline

Jumping off a cliff in the dark
The first step is the hardest part
Like an eagle new to flight
Stretching wings to reach the heights

No way back once you cross the line-
one last chance to turn around
At the Borderline
At the Borderline

 

Holding on to an ancient dream
To forge a link with the great unseen
With nerves of steel
Twist a chain out of wish and real

No maps ahead, no highway signs-
one last chance to turn around
No way back once you cross the line-
one last chance to turn around
At the Borderline
At the Borderline

 

 
The Need [back]

Taste the Need, a salty bile.
It mocks my life
then it smiles.
Feel the urge all over me
until all reason
leaves from me.
Feel the Need and watch it grow.
Urge the fire;
watch it glow.

The Need sees all with sightless eyes.
The Need can deafen with its cries.
The Need

It has no face, it has no name.
It's not like knowledge
you can tame.
It has no home that it can claim
but it torments me
all the same.

It ties my hands with golden thread.
It makes me shiver
cold with dread.

 

It sucks me up inside itself
It sucks me up but it's not done
It grabs my thoughts and chokes my heart
No place to turn, nowhere to run

It's like some monster that must feed
but there's no food
to fill the Need.
It stabs at safety like a knife.
It knows no caution
in its life.
It's Hunger wide and Hunger deep
that twists the soul
and doesn't sleep

The Need

 

 
In the Jaws of Memories [back]

For a while I lived my dream
and you were at my side.
Just a sip from your ruby lips
and I was satisfied.

I should have said I love you
but I turned away instead
and now all the might-have-beens
are spinning in my head.

Too hard to go forward
Too late to turn back
Much too hard to laugh
Much too late to cry
In the jaws of memories
that eat me up inside

In the dark I sit alone
while the hours just creep by
each second is a heartbeat
each second is a sigh

 

I should have said I love you
but I turned away instead
and now all the might-have-beens
are spinning in my head.

I thought we would be together
Look how wrong I've been
The darkness just gets darker
and the sadness closes in

Too hard to go forward
Too late to turn back
Much too hard to laugh
Much too late to cry
In the jaws of memories
that eat me up inside

 

 
Amun, Oh Amun [back]

Amun, Oh Amun!
Where have your children gone?
Your temples fill with blowing sand.
Your columns lie scattered.
Your people don't understand.
The rays of the sun
were once your sign;
you, oh, most holy one!
Now your glyph is in shadow,
forgotten by passing time.

Amun!
When did you cease to speak?
The incense filling your chambers.
The gifts of fruit and wine.
The chants of faithful singers.
Festivals in your name,
through the centuries:
endless seemed your fame.
Now lizards skim the paths
of priests in another time.

 

Amun!
I hear your mute lament!
With your tears, the Nile fills.
With your sleep, the night begins.
With your smile, the farmer tills.
Is it so long ago-
the land of milk and honey
that you used to know?
Can the Aton with the new name
take your place in time?

Amun, Oh Amun!
Hear my restless plea!
Call your people back to you.
Call your children to care for you.
Call your music to sing for you.
Release from bondage
those who forgot the past,
moving to a new age.
Can you meet the challenge, great one,
or are you forever lost in time?

 

 
the place where the old souls dance [back]

I drew a circle on the ground
and flames licked the sky
I heard the pounding of the drums
I watched the ashes fly....

and then you came into view
wise, proud, innocent
knowing yet unknown
still searching, still becoming
a lion and a fawn

there's a strange sense
of time out of place
like you stepped out of somewhere else
complete and unborn
a familiar old soul

don't we astonish each other
and drive each other on
and pull the best out
teaching each other what we know
in an ancient tongue

 

we're in that place
where the old souls dance
and carry on like they were never gone
familiar moves, familiar looks
a sense of being home

such a surprise
seeing you from the outside in
after being with you
inside looking out
such a surreal shift of view

bringing light to every place
where you happen to step in
even without looking
I can feel your presence
like a warm embrace

what an unexpected wonder
to find you living here
crossing both space and time
to join me where...

 

I drew a circle on the ground
and the sons of Indians
and the spirit guide
appeared in the place
where the old souls dance

 
Five Miles High [back]

Let the chips fall where they may
Let the poisons flow
Let the end hide in tortured darkness
Let the devil play

Fight a future that has no meaning
Bring a friend to life
Push out past where you see the grieving
Fly the fire storm tonight

See the world fractured in a prism
Watch the light swallowed in your fear
Push away all the pretty theory
Let the chips fall where they may

Much too long waiting for a prophet
Hearing wisdom in a peanut jar
Push the thought out to the jungle
Catch the sneeze from a passing star

 

Turn around, it's not like you left here
Stay behind, while they pass you by
Scorn their ways even though you love them
Kiss their feet though they make you laugh

Push away the cornflakes and jello
Move your feet to a new desire
Flying high the worry all behind you
The rush of seed into your mind

Chase the sun to a new horizon
Bless the race that makes you alive
Force the choice beating in your ribcage
Be the goat but stay the lamb

Move along with the speed of mountains
Watch the evil while you are blessed
Just ignore all the prideful favors
Turn around to see you never left

Let the fog come settle all around you
Let the chips fall where they may
Let the father die and then surround you
Let the essence fill your velvet nave

Push the word to the edge of meaning
Leap across to where madness dance
Feel a brand burn into matter
Feel the sparks jump through the net

Catch a glance into perfect madness
Turn around to find you never left
Move away with the speed of mountains
Let your spirit find it is blessed

 
Arise! [back]

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight
And Lo! the hunter of the east has caught
the Sultan's turret in a noose of light

Arise! Shouts loudly in my head
Surprise! I thought that voice was dead
Sometimes a whisper or a scream instead
Urging to follow before my dreams have fled

So much like the swelling tide
that rises slowly but sweeps all aside
A vision born in fear and hope
A need as formless as windblown smoke
Bending all beneath its will
Filling with music the mind that's still
Is it a choice or is it a force
to follow the flame and discover its source

 

 

 
Demon Wind [back]

Lived too long
hiding in the shadows
waiting for the clouds to clear.
Spent too long
looking for the answers
and the doubts to disappear.

But there's a Demon Wind
rising through the shadows
with the heat of lust tonight
A cleansing blast
of the dragon's fire
The Demon Wind
wins my soul this night

Urgently
but still a murmur
in the caverns of my mind
An icy chill
so I will remember
to wait is to stay behind

 

Somewhere there's a temple
where the earth can touch the sky
Somewhere there is music
so moving, you will cry
Someday it all comes easy
and you fit into your place
Somehow the wind will send you
all the things that you chase

It's the Demon Wind
rising through the shadows
with the heat of lust tonight
A cleansing blast
of the dragon's fire
The Demon Wind
wins my soul this night

 

 
Heaven is Only Inches Away [back]

Did you see the moon last night?
Did you notice the wind that caught in your hair
and the scent of places it brought unaware
Does the gold light of the sunset
make you stop where ever you are
or do you drive with no purpose
hoping the mood won't ever end
Do you notice the leaves
changing their colors like they can't decide
in currents and eddies that rise in the air.
What is it about this time and this sky
that makes it seem
heaven is only inches away

Were you sleeping last night
or did you turn and toss
Did images too bright to be real
pull your butterflies from inside
and turn them into what you wished was true
were you shaking from the cold in the room


or was it a thought you couldn't control
repeating until every nerve stood on end
extending out from where you lay
bristling and raw
Did you reach out your hand in the darkness
sure of what you would touch
suddenly anything possible in the quiet
certain that heaven was only inches away

Do you feel like the waves of your ocean
have ripped from your soul
and slipped silently
into another, safe and warm
shimmering as they flow
wave upon wave, gold into gold
mingling with each other,
one just closer, that's all
and heaven is only inches away

 

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