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Face of a New Day

by T. Thorn Coyle

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After Amergin I am the shine of neon on black leather. I am the life that courses under concrete. I am the tree against the city sky. I am the old couple sitting on church steps. I am the hue and cry. Children tag and scream around me my eyes embrace the neighborhood, my people. I am the bakery on the corner. I live in scents of sugar and vanilla. I am the drunken men outside the bar (glass smashes on the wall, that too, is me). I am the song in every poets heart. The goodness of the fog flows through me, I am the shaper of the fog. And all these wanderers, are me. I am the thinning hair of wisdom. I am the sheen of silver on the young man's face. I am the slash of purple on her mouth, (lips longing for a taste of life). I am her longing. I am the prayers that rise up from the temple. I am the dancers in the grove of trees. Bicycles carve runnels in the street, carrying my sounds within their wheels. I am the woman with her shopping cart I am the dog that strains against the leash. I am the cats on backyard fences (sleeping under laundry in the sun). I am in the smell of unwashed flesh. And the brightness of the morning. I am the sigh of jasmine scaling trellis. I am the music booming from low cars. I hum along the telephone wires, and dream. The red of bougainvillea lifts my head, I catch it on my waiting tongue (and give away the kiss). I am the juice of passing lovers. I am incense from the seller. The music climbing walls from the guitar. I am the song of all of these. My shoulders bear the weight of all these lives. I am the wind and rain, the covered earth. I am the watching sky, the eye of God. I am ancestor, and keeper of the future, (hear my song). T. Thorn Coyle (Amergin Glungel was a Celtic Bard of ancient legend, who is said to have written the "Song of Power")
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Continuing On People, I owe a debt to you. People, working for the call of freedom. People, you give my soul a strength. People, you are my grace. People, marching down the line. People, risking body, risking peace of mind. People, working stooped under the mid-day sun. People, you are my grace. chorus: You are my song, you are my grace, you are my face of a new day. Men and women throughout time, your courage gives the world a meaning all you faithful, loving ones, I want to give you thanks. You are my song, you are my grace, you are my face of a new day. People, raising glasses to your fallen ones. People, pushing baby strollers through the war zone. People, singing, dancing in community. People, you are my grace. People, facing water cannons, loaded guns. People, making love like the world's just begun. People, I owe a debt to you. People, you are my grace. Chorus: You are my song, you are my grace... Hey hey.... T. Thorn Coyle 1/98
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Present 03:27
Present We are here giving lie to your battles. We are here bodies ready to cross the line. We are here to save ourselves from grieving . We are here holding hands and looking in your obscured eyes. Take off your helmets remove your guns Take these handcuffs off of me Don't you love these holy places just as much as we? We are here to end your testing. We are here to help things grow again. We are here ancestors lined up behind. We are here to stop the slavery of lying and the killing of old trees. Lay down your shields Peel off your armor Take these handcuffs off of me Don't you cherish sun and water, just as much as we? We are here to ensure freedom. We are here to give the poor a voice. We are here because we must be. We are here the power of love and peace is running through. Come here and hold me I will listen Take these handcuffs off of me I am conscious you are fearful just as much as we! we are here/take off your helmets We are here/peel off yr armor We are here/ready to listen we are here/hold out your hand and cross the line...
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Brigid 03:56
Brigid Croi mo chroi aman chara Croi mo chroi aman chara Bride, aman chara Bride, mo cuslai mo chroi Mother! anvil of stone. Forger, sharpen and hone. Poet, vision of life's breath. Muser, Sister of death. Healer! cleanse me and soothe me! Lover, strengthen, renew me. Croi o mo chroi etc Poet! gift me a God's tongue. Lover, sweet, honeysuckle one. Mother, feed me on cream. Healer, lay me to dream. Forger! temper, subdue me. Muser, kindle, infuse me. Croi o mo chroi etc T. Thorn Coyle 1997
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The Green 02:59
The Green (Chorus) While you play chess I will smash the borders. While you play chess I'll go flying. While you play chess I will smash the borders, go running into the green Feet on the grass, dew on my hemline Wind in my hair, I am flying! I know my love is under the roses, I know my life is under the sky! Out in the wild, blood thrumming through me arms wide open, to welcome the sun A run from those spaces enclosed in cold shadow A deep, green desiring that summons me on! Love blue with promise, the sky opens to me Scent of sweet roses infuses the air! Madness is rooted in the growing of flowers Order is sundered by beauty's wild push! T. Thorn Coyle
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Half Light 03:15
Half Light I thought of you as the rain came Pouring through cold air onto my window. Snapshots of dark holiness in blankets Tossing in uneasy sleep. I thought of you waking to this deluge, Unprotected but by fortitude and willing. Warming up with a taste of blended whiskey. Oh, I thought of you. All of life is sacred, each and every one. Grey-green hillsides in my eyes greet the straining Solstice sun. Half-light. Out of darkness comes half-light. We are dawning. I pulled your face up in my mind As a chill walked down my back and settled in me. I saw you struggle under water-mist street light, Searching for some overhang. I thought of you in taped-up shoes Bare protection, no loving arms to warm you. Snuggled down in my bed with my companion I Oh, I thought of you. All of life is sacred, each and every one. Grey-green hillsides in my eyes greet the straining Solstice sun. Half-light. Out of darkness comes half-light. We are dawning. T. Thorn Coyle December, 1997
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Charge and Covenant Chorus: Open up, open up, open up to me Open up, open up, open up to me. I am in the greening land I am in the stars that wheel I have been with you from The beginning of all time I have been among you from The ending of all time. Be free within yourselves And never enslave others Whenever you have need of me I will always be there When you need each other Look and you will find me there. I am in the subtle earth In the overarching universe In between the particles You will find me dancing In the space of nothingness You can hear me sing. If you do search to know The endlessness of mystery By seeking it outside yourself You will never find me Your seeking lies inside you Plummet down, dive deeply. Loving is the only law Love each other fiercely Know that when the moon is full Sanctity is shining Sacrifices make you none Except to love more freely. Rise up now and come to me I give life to all things Remember every living thing Proceeds from my bounty Remember every dying one Winds back home to me. I am in the subtle earth In the overarching universe In between the particles You will find me dancing In the space of nothingness You can hear me sing...
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Lugh's Song 03:08
Lugh's Song Lugh's Song (T. Thorn Coyle) Lugh strike Your spear In a shaft of sunlight. You, the lover, come to the feast. Lugh strike Your spear In a shaft of sunlight We heed Your knocking, we open the door. chorus: Spiral outward, Burning in brightness. Strong and True, striding o'er the Earth. Spiral downward, Burn into darkness. Death to sleep in the tomb of birth. Lugh strike your spear in a shaft of sunlight you who carry the gifts of all. Lugh strike Your spear in a shaft of sunlight. Radiant beauty, sit by our hearth. Lugh strike Your spear In a shaft of sunlight. Dying One, let go, let go. Lugh strike Your spear In a shaft of sunlight, Lead us into slumber. Lugh strike Your spear In a shaft of sunlight. Summer passes, away, away. Lugh strike Your spear In a shaft of sunlight Show us the crossing, carry us home. Lugh strike Your spear In a shaft of sunlight. You, the lover, come to the feast. Lugh strike Your spear In a shaft of sunlight We heed Your knocking, we open the door. chorus: Spiral outward, Burning in brightness. Strong and True, striding o'er the Earth. Spiral downward, Burn into darkness. Death to sleep in the tomb of birth. Lugh strike your spear in a shaft of sunlight you who carry the gifts of all. Lugh strike Your spear in a shaft of sunlight. Radiant beauty, sit by our hearth. Lugh strike Your spear In a shaft of sunlight. Dying One, let go, let go. Lugh strike Your spear In a shaft of sunlight, Lead us into slumber. Lugh strike Your spear In a shaft of sunlight. Summer passes, away, away. Lugh strike Your spear In a shaft of sunlight Show us the crossing, carry us home. T. Thorn Coyle
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Passage 03:38
Passage Water engulf me, Fire scorch my skin. Air suck my breath, Earth receive me in. Into the arms of Mystery My spirit soars Open the gates! T. Thorn Coyle 1996
10.
A Fool 05:17
A Fool The birds came from all over to greet the early light. I was with them, flying on an updraft into blue. A winged convocation, though the bats left in the dawning and I knew, and I knew. That God is in the ocean and God is in the air. That She lives in the fiery sun, the stars. That God talks into willing ears unplugged from culture's crass embrace. And beauty is created. Beauty dwells. The anointed one is waiting on the shore. The anointed one is waiting on the shore. I was rocking on the rooftops and singing to the sun as the colors came into me, I was shining bright. The swallow, he swooped over me, arms upraised I praised Her and I knew, and I knew. Believing is to dying what living is to love. That hope steps off of cliff tops and is saved. That grace comes flying to me fearless in the face of disbelief. And beauty is created. Beauty dwells. The anointed one is waiting on the shore. The anointed one is waiting on the shore. T. Thorn Coyle Winter Solstice, 1997

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I wrote this album while working full time in a soup kitchen.

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released May 1, 1998

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