Featuring Otis Maly on Organ. Maybe it’s a trick of the light The way your eyes shine at me I don’t want to fight and I can’t take flight Somethin’ tells me I’m gonna see Just what spell you put on me I can’t let you out of my sight…

Spontaneous composition by Mark Poole. The theme involves rain finding it's way to a river that flows into the ocean.

I have touched and I have known the memories of stone And echoes of the oceans are etched upon my bones My body's of the earth and my spirit's of the sky My mind is of the matter these memories will never die So let's go down below…

Improvisation recorded 1-10-10.

A cultural relic we feel fortunate to have procured.

(Instrumental version)

Recorded 2001 "It's made of squares..."

The first WildGeas and Cave Street collaboration There ain't nothin' I could buy that can ever calm me down So I leave my money at home when I go into town I put on my fightin' hat an' I wear my dancin' shoes An' if I miss my ride…

A WildGeas and CaveStreet collaboration some say once upon a time there was a line that was never meant to be crossed if ever that occurred you might have heard an innocence would have to be lost but having crossed that line I can…

A WildGeas and Cave Street collaboration You see me and I see you Is that what's real? You say bad and I say good Which one is real? When you do the things you do Then how do you feel? There's a time There's a season For change…

Please Be Careful On Your Way

the journey begins...

Remember, remember love. That’s all we ever really had.

We are okay to go. As our spirits we are sending ourselves on missions never ending, we are okay to go, we are okay to go. Rainbow colors flashing, astral waters splashing, canopy projected, our spirits are protected, we are okay to go, we are…

Escape!

A solar flare is the ejaculation of energy from the north pole or the south pole of this super concentrated point which has turned itself into a black hole because it has so much energy that it’s sucking in everything around it at such an exponential…

A little white house, just off the highway, ghost of a black cat scratchin’ at the door. Old dry well out in the backyard, we just can’t use it anymore. There are some secrets here. Oh, there’s secrets everywhere. I know nothin’ more or less…

Fourteen days till my ship sets sail, fourteen days of nonstop hail, punchin’ holes in everything I see. Fourteen days of howlin’ wind and rain, fourteen days full of doubt and pain, gnawin’ my guts till finally I’m free. I can’t stop, I can…

Featuring Mark Treefrog on Hapi Drum

When the bombing ends and all that's left is sand and bones and charred remains, what will you think then? Will you call it a win? Or will you lay down and die with all the rest? Its not too late to stop, call this death march to a halt. I promise…