Boing ga Doing ga Doing ga Boing I was sitting in my room, feeling gloomy, reading Rumi, I opened up the window . The curtains went a 'twitchin’, she flew into the kitchen, with home-made Turkish Taffy and made a cup of coffee. I went, “Boing ga Doing ga Doing ga Boing… She said, “You look so gloomy, reading Rumi, why don't you take a broom and sweep your room. On the floor you’ll find a door, if you enter it you will see what Rumi saw. A Grand Canyon, Niagra Falls, in your room you got a Taj Mahal. You got the Queen of Sheeba, and Santa Maria, in your bed you got Sacagawea.” “Boing ga Doing ga Doing ga Boing… I’ll be the guide for your soul underwater where the whole truth is full of holes I’ll be the guide for your soul call me Maya, Mahamaya, Maya World “Boing ga Doing ga Doing ga Boing… She said, “Your fence is broken, your God is loose, it seems to me you cooked your goose," then she took her coffee and home-made Turkish Taffy the curtains went a 'twitchin' she flew back out the kitchen “Boing ga Doing ga Doing ga Boing… © lyrics and music by Paul Clarke

Jesus and Lincoln Jesus and Lincoln has got me thinking about education for the rest of the nation ‘cause the next generation is here, and we have no fears... Jesus Lincoln Jesus ...'Cause I am like a seed that will grow with positivity and the love that you know... Jesus and Lincoln were at the coffee shop talking about education and the race to the top Lincoln asked Jesus what he thought about the plan Jesus said, “Frankly, I really don’t understand… incarcerating children, conditioning their minds You say children first, but then you leave them behind, you leave the children behind. ...When you leave them behind they got no time to shine... Lincoln said, “Slavery ended during the Civil War, I taught myself to read and write with candles on the floor.” Jesus said, “I never wrote a line or a book, yet you find the word of God everywhere you look. Defining education as four walls in a school is like confining the ocean to a swimming pool– you put the ocean in a swimming pool.” ...And I’m trying to swim up the current... Lincoln issued pardons for soldiers who were deserting. Jesus offered mercy to children who were hurting. They said the food they eat is from the table we set children deserve better than they get. The Almighty God works in mysterious ways, suffer the little children don’t turn them away. Jesus and Lincoln were drinking and thinking about kids in school. ...We need to motivate and generate positivity ‘cause it’s all the love that you’ve given me. And I am rooted like a living tree ‘cause it is how I live and breathe… Jesus Lincoln Jesus …and I want to succeed. I’ve got the need to be and believe my dreams as I’m feeling like one of a kind... Then the bill came they split it and walked into the night Jesus turned left and Lincoln turned right. Back they went from whence they came, to the truth zone beyond success and fame. The Almighty God works in mysterious ways, suffer the little children don’t turn them away. Jesus and Lincoln were drinking and thinking about kids in school (You know this got me thinking) © paul clarke

Rubbernecking Are you rubbernecking for me lately hypnotized by flashing lights? Are you checking our the wreckage baby ringside at splashy fights? Get away, I’ve got to live my life today don’t want to give my life away Away, I’ve got to live my life today don’t want to give my life away. She’s home waiting for you. You said you are alone. So why you rubbernecking round my corner like a dog without a bone? Get away, I’ve got to live my life today don’t want to give my life away do you want this love to drag me down? don’t want no love to drag me down. Scorch the Earth with fire burn the ground steal the hook and ladder truck away. What are you doing to me today? What are you really trying to do me? You belong to Marilyn Monroe. You cheat on the town and you brag and you clown. Why’d you shoot me down that way? Are you thinking of another lady? Are you speaking for some other man? Do you want my loving soft or crazy? Do you get it while you can? Get away, I’ve got to live my life today don’t want to give my life away get away, I’ve got to live my life today don’t want to give my life away. You better stop rubbernecking for me and turn your rubbernecking neck around. © lyrics and music by Paul Clarke

Explosion of Love We want to go viral, we want to go wide We want to go deep to the other side We want to go viral, we want it to spread We want to sing from our hearts and our heads We want it to spiral into your soul We want to take the broken pieces And make them whole make them whole, make them whole We want an explosion of love An explosion of love An explosion of love to heal the world We want to be wiser, want to be wiser, we want to be kind, want to be kind We want to be true, want to be true to whatever we find, whatever we find We want to be honest, want to be honest we want to be real, want to be real We want to know what we think and how we feel We want to be bolder we want to sing from our souls We want to take the broken pieces And make them whole, make them whole We want an explosion of love An explosion of love An explosion of love to heal the world We want an explosion of love An explosion of love An explosion of love to heal the world, to heal the world, to heal the world ©words and music by paul clarke

Map of the World West 83rd Street is the busiest street in New York City the guys are all handsome and the girls are all pretty mommies bring their babies in their strollers to see the firemen and the firemen’s dog, ruff! The mailmen and the sanitation got a door to door to door situation Express Mail delivers 24/7 hours a day three 24 hour garages and a biker bar for starters and a kid’s museum I spent my boyhood lying on the floor my family wondered what I was down there for I said go away and leave me while I draw my Map of the World I drew mountains that reached up in the sky and fountains that breached in deserts dry and lots of pretty women passing by my Map of the World but something happened when I grew up all the boundaries got real screwed even pretty women threw up on my map of the world on my map of the world on my map of the world… Now when I come home late at night emergency lights are flashing bright everything’s wrong but it’s all right in my Map of the World my Map of the World my Map of the World © music and lyrics by Paul Clarke

i don’t want to like you (rise and shine divine) I don’t like you ‘cause you scare me and you take me away from my home I don't want to like you you scare me to the bone, bbbbone, bone everything about you takes me away from my job and my home you’re throwing pebbles at my window on a rainy day you're gonna get me in trouble why don’t you go away When i see the world through your eyes it always makes me cry I see the kissing that I’ve been missing and I want to follow my bliss and rise and shine, rise and shine, rise and shine No, I don’t want to Facebook, or call you on my phone and twittering on my laptop makes me feel alone yes, it’s your body and your psyche’s in my soul i wonder looking in the mirror am I on cruise control? when I see the world through your eyes it always makes me cry i see my cruelty and I am guilty and i see my innocence rise and shine, rise and shine divine, rise and shine when i see the world through your eyes it always makes me smile i see the kissing that I’ve been missing and i want to follow my bliss and rise and shine, rise and shine, rise and shine divine i don't want to like you you scare me to the bone. © music and lyrics by Paul Calrke

The Heart has Reasons Me and you never let go our hands when we walked down the street when we went to bed we locked our feet (you could have been someone but you talked to yourself) so sweet, so sweet, (you could have been someone but you signed out) Me and you had a lot of things to do we were always making plans we’d rush to the newspaper stand to read the morning news wearing each other’s shoes My jacket was small enough for you your pockets were big enough for two The heart has reasons the head knows not though my hands were freezing my love was hot The heart has seasons head knows not though my feet were freezing my love was hot for you, I cry for you My jacket was small enough for you your pockets were big enough for two You and me never fought or disagreed maybe we should have maybe we’d still be listening, still be kissing and glistening My jacket was small enough for you your pockets were big enough for two For you, for you, The heart has reasons the head knows not though my hands were freezing my love was hot The heart has seasons head knows not though my feet were freezing my love was hot For you, for you, The heart has reasons the head knows not though my hands were freezing my love was hot The heart has seasons head knows not though my feet were freezing my love was hot for you. © music and lyrics by Paul Clarke

Everyone’s a Star A time to celebrate ‘ cause it’s beautiful A time to celebrate with all your heart Who will humankind destroy–the dark sister or the golden boy? Everyone’s a star walking on the Earth Everyone has scars talking about self-worth How did my oil get beneath your sand? excuse me there’s blood on my hands seven nuclear missiles for each man even Buddha wouldn’t understand Everyone’s a star dying on the Earth everyone has scars trying out their worth Who would Mother Mary subdue, the Shites, the Kurds or the Jews? A billion dollars every single day the latest bombs are coming your way Everyone’s a star living on the Earth Everyone has scars giving all they’re worth One divided nation under god Enron’s gone that’s odd economic hardship across the land beat the war drums and join the band Everyone’s a star walking on the Earth Everyone has scars talking about Earth worth Celebrate the Earth ‘cause it’s Beautiful Clean up all your dirt ‘cause your dutiful Celebrate the Earth ‘cause it’s Beautiful Clean up all your dirt ‘cause your dutiful A time to celebrate ‘ cause it’s beautiful © music and lyrics by Paul Clakre

Butterfly Dream I’m a swimmer in the sea by the Laura B I don’t know where the tide is taking me I ain’t been here before I’m going shore to shore Don’t know if I’m awake or if I’m dreaming If you see me swimming by and have it in you won’t you stop and smile with me If you want to catch up with me I’d love to help you but I can’t slow down you see I’m a butterfly in a storm in a hurricane I don’t know where the wind is taking me I’m running out of power I’m going flower to flower Don’t know if I’m awake or if I’m dreaming If you see me flutter by and have it in you won’t you stop and smile with me If you want to catch up with me I’d love to help you but I can’t slow down you see Last night I dreamt I was a flutter butterfly Today I don’t know if I am a man who dreamt he’s a butterfly Or a butterfly dreaming he’s a man I’m ship wrecked on a shoal in my soul I don’t know where the waves are crashing me Lying on my side in the turning tide Coming going see the sailboats flowing If you see me sailing by and have it in you won’t you stop and smile with me If you want to catch up with me I’d love to help you but I can’t slow down you see Last night I dreamt I was a flutter butterfly Today I don’t know if I am a man who dreamt he’s a butterfly Or a butterfly dreaming he’s a man A flutter butterfly who’s a man © words and music by paul clarke

Talk to your Mother Call now it’s never to late. call now it’s never to late it’s never too late it’s never too late to talk to your Mother. Little Vikki put her Victrola in the stroller and pushed on down the avenue. There were cats on the sidewalk and birds in the air and a homeless woman put a yellow feather in her hair, in her hair. The homeless woman at the garbage can fumbled with a rotary phone in her hand. The telephone rang and she put it in her ear and a voice said, “My baby, what you doin’ here?” She said, “Oh God! That’s my mother.” “Hold on Mommy, there’s someone on the line. I got call waiting though I ain’t got a dime.” She said, “Hello who is it? What can I do for you?” A voice said, “I’ve been watching you for a long, long time.” And the voice said, “Talk to your Mother. Talk to your Mother. It’s never too late. It’s never too late to talk to your Mother. “Talk to your Mother. Talk to your Mother. It’s never too late. It’s never too late to talk to your Mother." She said, “Mama help me I’m underfed. Eating from cans. Living in the red. Sleep in parks when it’s light I’m scared to close my eyes at night. My dreams have taken a nasty turn I’ll never change, I’ll never learn, I don’t even know a good man’s name.” She said, “Mama I love you.” The phone went dead. A voice said, “Five more cents.” Instead she fumbled in her pocket, but didn’t have a dime. She asked for a quarter, but no one had time. She said, “Operator will you take a can? It’s worth a nickel try and understand?". She was jamming the can in the telephone ear when Little Vikki said, “What are you doing here?” She said, “Talking to my mother. I was talking to my mother. It’s never too late. It’s never too late to talk to your mother. Talk to your Mother. Go ahead and talk to your Mother. It’s never too late. It’s never too late to talk to your Mother. Little Vikki said, “I’ll make you a trade. Here’s a nickel for the call you made.” You can tell me the weather if you’ve got a flair and put the yellow feather back in my hair.” So they put the old Victrola and the rotary phone on a worn out blanket on a flattened stone. And for the price of a call or a hi-five two old friends were trying to survive. By talking to each other, just by talking to each other it’s never too late, it’s never too late to talk to your mothe …talk ...you got to keep connected Talk to your brother, go ahead and talk to your mother, it’s never too late, it’s never too late to talk to each other Talk to your brother, go ahead and talk to your mother, it’s never too late, it’s never too late to talk to each other talk. © music and lyrics by Paul Clarke

The Lord's Prayer Our Father who art in Heaven hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil for Thine is the Kingdom, the power, and the glory forever Amen.

I Keep Breaking Faith In the darkness, in the coldness, in the stillness in my soul In the silence, in the violence, I am hungry to be whole I can see you, I can feel you, I can let you in my heart I can heal you, I can hurt you, I can let things fall apart I keep breaking faith with the one I love I keep breaking faith with the one who gives me a piece of the sun I keep breaking trust with the one who trusts me I keep breaking trust with the one who gives me a piece of the sun In the darkness, in the coldness, in the stillness in my soul In the silence, in the violence, I am hungry to be whole I can see you, I can feel you, I can let you in my heart I can heal you, I can hurt you, I can let things fall apart I keep making love with the one i love I keep making love with you I keep making love with the one i love I keep making love with you © words and music by paul clarke credits from DreamKeeper, released February 21, 2018 Produced and engineered Malcom Cecil Saxophone - George DeLeon Piano, vocals - Paul Clarke