Lyrics: Big Cypress

On your table lay autumns gold
I'll find my way back home when trees do grow
When those reddened bows are ripe and old,
We'll stop holding only to what we know

There is no speech in Our abode
but whistle's carried on from down the road.
When those reddened bows are ripe and old,
we'll stop holding only to what we know.

Lyrics: Cornucopias

We're sitting on rooftops under those cornucopias
Spitting two ways again the wind, against the window.
Every man has his dream, when as young boys they would sigh in their sleep
Every man wants to see all between white lines.

Now the wind spitting two ways
there is no where I'd rather be
I am one to believe that as we grow old our escaped dreams
always find us in need of searching under every white lines

Lyrics: Flight

If you've got both your arms undone
hold my longing to the clearest dawn.
If you've got no words to reflect upon,
the sky will hold you underneath its calm.

Time is all that I want.
My voice, it seems to be lost.
Your color, it's slipping off.
My voice, it seems to be lost.

If you are at ease with the world you've got
hold my longing to the clearest dawn.
If you've got no words to reflect upon
they sky will hold you underneath its calm.

Lyrics: From the Stem Up

Won't you wait up?
I've been knocking at your door
for you to come outside
and teach my more my love.

Are you still up?
I've been knocking at your window
with this dime
for several endless minutes now.

Is it too old?

For the last days
I've been doing nothing
but putting you on steps
that take you higher than the sun.

In your grace,
I have seen the woman you once were
and will no longer be

Your sereny is wasted
your company is changing
John, I have held it in too long.

Your symphony is ending
Your company is changing
John I have held it in too long.

Lyrics: Leaf

His infirmity was a lack of knowing is own ground
He held his compassion in his heart above his crown
In his hour of silence he would listen for the sound
Held his ear to the dirt and heard the world go round

His conversation was a puzzle, each word a piece to hold
The wind around him seemed to bristle, life would seep out of it's cold
A man to humble his own will to ages past but never told
In his prime his sigh was one of old

Sand remains all on his vest, his passion on his coat
His weeping walls of wood are complementary to his home
In every cabinet drawer are notes he'd never get to hold
In his prime his sigh was one of old

I see him under lined walls of art on every day
The wind holds to his face, he hasn't got too much to say
He says to the Earth, "Don't waste your arrows on this day,
I've seen the answer to to this sight in black and grey."

Lyrics: Red Pillow

Blue is the color in the eyes, in the shine today.
Growing around me is color I can not explain
The sun it will rise, but never in vain.
I want you for myself
I want you as yourself.

Most of my time is spent in a dumbfounded gaze
Thinking of clocks and the way that time runs away
The sun it will rise, but never in vain
I want you for myself
I want you as yourself

Lyrics: Rubadubdub

Now I'm a being just like any other being would be
when I say while lying back under and emerald tree
I've got a whole sunrise to think about what I need
For how I only want you laying right next to me

You're the harmony in everything that I see
I never feel this way when I hit the sensimi
There is no way to relate or describe or conceive
until it's running through your vein, then you can believe

Every beat resonates while the sinking sun sets
Every grain of blown sand rests right under my head
I'm getting married to the sea, don't matter what comes next
Keep my fingers down on my six string neck

If I ever lose the words I'll shut my mouth and let it breathe
My music knows how to explain far better than me
Just how I feel when you come close to me
Under this sky and on this Earth you know I feel complete.

Lyrics: Spinning

When all light's faded far to the north
and roads like hues shine in all directions
When roads named for their hues are no more,
I won't need more than your protection.

When you floated by on tides of green life,
your oars were only friends to fly with.
I saw in your face between white lines.
I forgot I had time to sit

woooooooooooooooooo
I am spinning, and I am spent...

Lyrics: Walking on Rain

Paul was a scotsman,
The cold land was his home.
Down to the hem of his kilt you could find
his love for the braes of old.
Up the iciest peak
he roamed alone.

Paul liked to dance around his drink
Had a hear that yearned for a bottle, a girl, a no more.
So we found him a lass, so eager and so young.
after 10,000 shots, he forgot just who he was.

Paul took it quite hard,
when his lass did sail away with a Fenian to Rome.
He said, "I need me a watch to tell me when it's time to go
I can't keep walking on this rain for too much more."

Lyrics: Water

I'm stuck in the water
holding on to nothing
I'm stuck in the water
Stuck to you.

Now I'm free, free, free, free, free
to hold on to you now.

Lyrics for Strawberry tunes

We've gotten requests from various people to upload our lyrics for our latest musical endeavor, Strawberry, so here they are. Enjoy and interpret as you'd like. If you've got questions feel free to ask us!

Big Cypress-

On your table lay autumns gold
I'll find my way back home when trees do grow
When those reddened bows are ripe and old,
We'll stop holding only to what we know

There is no speech in Our abode
but whistle's carried on from down the road.
When those reddened bows are ripe and old,
we'll stop holding only to what we know.

Cornucopias-

We're sitting on rooftops under those cornucopias
Spitting two ways again the wind, against the window.
Every man has his dream, when as young boys they would sigh in their sleep
Every man wants to see all between white lines.

Now the wind spitting two ways
there is no where I'd rather be
I am one to believe that as we grow old our escaped dreams
always find us in need of searching under every white lines.

Flight-
If you've got both your arms undone
hold my longing to the clearest dawn.
If you've got no words to reflect upon,
the sky will hold you underneath its calm.

Time is all that I want.
My voice, it seems to be lost.
Your color, it's slipping off.
My voice, it seems to be lost.

If you are at ease with the world you've got
hold my longing to the clearest dawn.
If you've got no words to reflect upon
they sky will hold you underneath its calm.

From the Stem Up-

Won't you wait up?
I've been knocking at your door
for you to come outside
and teach my more my love.

Are you still up?
I've been knocking at your window
with this dime
for several endless minutes now.

Is it too old?

For the last days
I've been doing nothing
but putting you on steps
that take you higher than the sun.

In your grace,
I have seen the woman you once were
and will no longer be

Your sereny is wasted
your company is changing
John, I have held it in too long.

Your symphony is ending
Your company is changing
John I have held it in too long.

Leaf-

His infirmity was a lack of knowing is own ground
He held his compassion in his heart above his crown
In his hour of silence he would listen for the sound
Held his ear to the dirt and heard the world go round

His conversation was a puzzle, each word a piece to hold
The wind around him seemed to bristle, life would seep out of it's cold
A man to humble his own will to ages past but never told
In his prime his sigh was one of old

Sand remains all on his vest, his passion on his coat
His weeping walls of wood are complementary to his home
In every cabinet drawer are notes he'd never get to hold
In his prime his sigh was one of old

I see him under lined walls of art on every day
The wind holds to his face, he hasn't got too much to say
He says to the Earth, "Don't waste your arrows on this day,
I've seen the answer to to this sight in black and grey."

Red Pillow-

Blue is the color in the eyes, in the shine today.
Growing around me is color I can not explain
The sun it will rise, but never in vain.
I want you for myself
I want you as yourself.

Most of my time is spent in a dumbfounded gaze
Thinking of clocks and the way that time runs away
The sun it will rise, but never in vain
I want you for myself
I want you as yourself

Rubadubdub

Now I'm a being just like any other being would be
when I say while lying back under and emerald tree
I've got a whole sunrise to think about what I need
For how I only want you laying right next to me

You're the harmony in everything that I see
I never feel this way when I hit the sensimi
There is no way to relate or describe or conceive
until it's running through your vein, then you can believe

Every beat resonates while the sinking sun sets
Every grain of blown sand rests right under my head
I'm getting married to the sea, don't matter what comes next
Keep my fingers down on my six string neck

If I ever lose the words I'll shut my mouth and let it breathe
My music knows how to explain far better than me
Just how I feel when you come close to me
Under this sky and on this Earth you know I feel complete.

Spinning-

When all light's faded far to the north
and roads like hues shine in all directions
When roads named for their hues are no more,
I won't need more than your protection.

When you floated by on tides of green life,
your oars were only friends to fly with.
I saw in your face between white lines.
I forgot I had time to sit

woooooooooooooooooo
I am spinning, and I am spent...

Walking on Rain-

Paul was a scotsman,
The cold land was his home.
Down to the hem of his kilt you could find
his love for the braes of old.
Up the iciest peak
he roamed alone.

Paul liked to dance around his drink
Had a hear that yearned for a bottle, a girl, a no more.
So we found him a lass, so eager and so young.
after 10,000 shots, he forgot just who he was.

Paul took it quite hard,
when his lass did sail away with a Fenian to Rome.
He said, "I need me a watch to tell me when it's time to go
I can't keep walking on this rain for too much more."

Water-

I'm stuck in the water
holding on to nothing
I'm stuck in the water
Stuck to you.

Now I'm free, free, free, free, free
to hold on to you now.


Thanks for listening to the music =D

Some Philosposhy: An Impression I had on a Balcony

Heracles once said that you can't step into the same river twice.

I look at a tree whose leaves are deep red. When I blink my eyes and look at the tree once more and it is no longer the same tree. Bear with me now...

The entire organism of the tree has rearranged itself. The cells that were once a part of the bark have now shifted, the functions of these cells have been put into consistent rotation, and because of this, it becomes evident that the whole of the tree is in absolute motion.

This applies to all natural beings and processes. The information, the tide of experience, can never be stagnant, but always moving, as is the biology of all things living.

With this in mind, can it be said that my perception of the tree is the same? It might be said that the way that I view the and understand the tree is the same, and it is merely the tree itself that has shifted. But now comes in my awareness of this shift; my conscious recognition of this tree's phenomenally different state of being from one moment in time to the next.

Because of my awareness, I can no longer see the tree as the same being it was prior to the blink of my eye. It is the implication of my mind and my conscious thought that has led me to this understanding in the first place, therefore the thought that along with the tree's change, my view of the tree has changed is inevitable.
This means:

Ideally, I have, within this one human plane of reference and this one linear layer of understanding, begun to open multiple perceptions of the same organism. Is it not plausible, therefore, that my meager human mind has access to countless other layers of perception? I believe so.

Now, because of this inherent existence of infinite dimensions within infinite planes of reference within infinite universes, is there one single, functional purpose to the things that exist?

It can not be said that one thing is one thing only, just because of the purpose it serves, because this purpose is subjective to the human frame of reference. Therefore, the purpose, in a theoretical sense, does not exist!

So if the one, functional purpose does not exist, the being merely "is." It is this "is" that is the root of infinite frames of reference and of infinite wisdom. Only those who "are" and have learned to "be," can unfold this root into it's natural, life-giving parts.

Because of all these versions of the same tree, it can be said that the being is, in fact, simultaneously present in an infinite number of layers across our universe and other universes. It is at once a tree, and also a different tree, or a different being altogether. This is because the tree merely "is." It "is" without the barrier of function, therefore it "is" in all universes.Function is an essence only applicable to our programmed, human mentality. But what implication does this have?

This implies that function is the barrier layer. What purpose does language serve Language serves to facilitate function. Numbers as well are the same. Language can only be interpreted on our single, narrow layer of understanding, therefore we use it to proclaim our visions of what is going on. But we can not use language to describe what "is" because there is no description to what "is." Therefore an attempt to use language in such a way leads to concepts becoming lost in translation.

This same red tree is a tree before I blink. But what about after that millisecond blink? It is something else. We still classify it as a tree because it retains its physical, sensory shape, but is it the same? How has the motion of its every particle through the dimensions of time and space affected it?

It's being has changed. Deeper than what we see in our linear perspective, the tree as we still call it is no longer a tree, but something different.This something is not necessarily expressible through language because it has moved through various layers of perception, and each layer of perception runs through infinite layers of depth. Each different perception is a contributor to a different experience, making it impossible to define it in terms of language.

Experience needs no translation because, in itself, it is the building block of existence!
Our entire human existence is based on the intake of experience. The tangible qualities of that experience serve only to shape the subtleties of personality and such, bu it is the essence of that experience which makes us grow!!

Some Philosophy: Life and Death as I've Begun to see it

There is, of course, an end to each individual's life as far as the physical aspect is concerned. In my belief, there is no superstitious afterlife, no eternal heaven of the immortal soul that lives in each of us, no supreme diety awaiting our entry into the mist of perfection. Although this may seem offensive to some, please, bear with me.

Because of our inherent nature and because we, as humans, are merely extensions of the Earth, there is no such thing as the individual. Of course, each person is different in his/her own right, but when you really get down to it, we have all been bred in the arms of the Earth as one human organism. Our roots are of the same natural being. In this case, we are also quite the same as all other natural organisms, no matter what natural phase they are in.

Therefore, the ending of an individual life (what we classify as "death") is merely a fragment in the eternal cycle of the Earth.
Meaning:

We are born; and because of birth, we are.
We are the manifestation of natural being. Our being becomes overwhelmed with experience, which constitutes the basis of our entire existence. Therefore, syllogistically, experience=existence.

Our progress through life after birth brings about a plethora of experiences. It give us the opportunity to be, and not to "be because..." as is the common perception of humanity. This applies to the "why" philosophy, where humans find it necessary to ask why of all things in order to instill a single-plane order to the world, which i believe is totally useless, mostly because we ARE the Earth, not some separate class that has to force it's own understanding. Anyway...

Eventually, we cease to exists in the individual sense. Our "death," however, is only the cessation of purposes instilled in us by our own creation, our own filtering of experience, our own watering down of existence.

We never, however, cease to BE.

As is shown by science, and even spiritual practices, we melt back into the Earth from which we came. We came from the Earth, and end up in the deep folds of dirt and roots that contain the very basis of all life. While our human form and possibly even our level of awareness is no longer there, we still run the course of all Earthly processes because we are the Earth! And there is no evidence to say that our totally ends either, it could actually grow tenfold, who knows!

Therefore, there is no death and as a logical result, there is no birth. There is merely this stage that we are in. We, as extensions of the Earth, are in an stage called human. We are in the stage of awareness. It is possible that there are endless, infinitely greater and lesser levels of awareness, that because of our single, human view, we are not aware of. It could be that our own awareness, is the inhibitor of other awarenesses, and yet it could also be the potential gateway to all these awarenesses!

In and after death, our bodies decompose. Through this process, we feed the decomposers, we feed the most basic forms of life through our individual end; therefore not even our physical being is totally gone. We are, in a sense, recycled. Some would say that this borders on reincarnation, but it's more of a natural course, rather than a "soulful" one. We shift phases. Our entire being, spiritual and tangible, flows back to the hearth of innovation and life.

We never died and we were never born, we just shifted. It is in every shift that we will undergo leaps in wisdom. In every shift, we grow.

Some Philosophy: Growth and time

Everything will grow. All life passes through stages of growth. In each stage there is gain and loss. As is seen in much of the world, these gains and losses inherently balance each other out.

Growth is not necessarily on the inside only. Although our awareness is the staple of our conscious growth, gain and loss of all things is also an integral part of the processes outside of us. We can not help but be. We can not help but to be a part of all that is, all that is everywhere. Therefore the changes surrounding us affect us just as much as those that occur internally. This is comparable to the changing of the seasons.

A tree will change the color of its leaves and the leaves will fall. They will no longer be a physical part of the tree as they once were. However, leaves are regenerated after the winter season. In winter, the tree's metamorphosis to a state of less matter is just a phase. Although the tree loses its leaves, it is still ever-aging, ever-growing, just as humans and the rest of the animal world is ever-growing and ever-aging, following an internal or external change. In fact, this loss is growth within itself. With each addition of age, we continue to be, continue to expand and we slowly step of paths that seem clear-cut and assimilate into the folds of one.

When the tree's leaves fall, they are still of the tree and will forever be of the Earth. We as humans, whatever we may lose on both a physical or contemplative level will not constitute us as any different than what we were previously, but will present to us a different position in this phase of life.

Our Spring will regenerate our losses, not necessarily in any form, in any substance, but it is inevitable that our growth will bring with it new and expansive shifts in our lives. These are different for everyone but serve the same purpose, and that is growth.
Therefore, within our growth, there are numerous, possibly infinite cycles that churn our progress, just as the tree and it's phases are a product of Earthly cycles that have been in play for millenia. We are not so different from the nature from which we are constructed.

Growth is perpetual. But what makes it so? What makes it so that the cycle of the seasons spins onward? And ultimately, what is it that brings these cycles to their ends, brings life to its death, allows life to experience what can only be experienced in death?

I believe that the backbone to the entire living organisms of our Earth, the spine that propels the giant animals that is our world, is time. I don't believe that time is an illusion created by man, as many think. The only thing man-made in this case is the illusion that time exerts ultimate control over his being, when time is actually not in command, but the means through which growth and progress can take place. Every cycle, the rising and setting of the sun, our respiratory systems, the seasons...etc... is an entity within a pocket of the fatherly time figure (haha father time).

Every motion is a motion through time. By moving from one spot to another, you have effectively moved through an interval of time. Thus, distance (especially our perception of distance) is the measurement of an interval of time, and not the physical length by which we currently judge it.
I assert this because if we lived without time, we would have no reason to even see distance because we could be in different places at once, without the act of getting there. Without time, cycles would not run from start to finish to start to finish and so on, because the start and the finish would be one and the same, with no experience in between.

On this point, I would like to say, as a friend of mine mentioned, that the things we see in the natural world as opposite ends of a spectrum are, in essence the same, primarily because they are both echoes of their one source. e.g. the rising and setting of the sun (you're a genius Ben). When one of these opposites disappears, the inherent source remains.
However, because of time, there is an interval between these poles that all living, growing things must traverse through, and this is called experience. Experience is the foundation of existence and the growth of our minds is the result of experience.

Therefore, time's grasp and consistently perpetual flow is the reason we can experience just as experience is the reason we are.

Thus time is the most benign, most giving, most natural being. It is easy for one to forget this, however.

I find that people see time as a menace, a controlling entity that serves only to restrain. This is not true, and of course, is not healthy.
Those who constantly feel tainted by time do so because they don't allow themselves to relish their experience, but instead focus on a point at which they feel they will be able to conquer time. They see time as maniacal because they turn themselves into slaves whose desire is to foil time, when in reality, there is no need to do such because time's only desire is to help us grow, and most importantly, to experience.

All in all, time is the spine of growth. Growth is the brain, in which all processes, all cycles are. With experience, the brain expands; more growth happens. When barred from experience, the brain is frustrated; growth is stunted. Growth can't function without time, just as the brain can not be sustained without its spine.

Strawberry is now on Itunes!

Our latest album, Strawberry, is available for purchase on Itunes for 0.99 cents per song. There are ten tracks in total, so enjoy them all!
We're always in the process of writing/recording new music so be sure to stay tuned if you like what you hear =D

GMental