Gather around the fire tonight I pray I have something to say Let the gods show the way What shall it be, a song of history A shipwreck on the sea that I saw with my eyes Our hero was a man, grey eyed and callous-handed Followed by his band of men, got locked in a den So cunning, cool and brave, in his eye, drove a stave And snuck out under the coat of the lamb Escaped death at the cyclops’ hands Dry your eye, Odysseus’ child They are all still alive Build the fire, build the ring Bring the lyre, prepare to sing The lord of wind filled a bag with air They opened it up and were blown right back there To Hades they went – the souls of the dead Told stories of their happiness and rage They really came off the page I guess that when you ask them, the dead are glad to give direction They can’t see, but they sure seem to show us which way to go There’s a time in your own life When you have to self-paralyze When you know your inclination For giving into temptation With a little bit of foresight Left town at the first sign of light He was tied up to the mainsail Earplugs on the gunwale Pleasure sale – pleasure song Like the wind but twice as strong He was screaming to release him But the deaf didn’t listen Pleasure sells – pleasure’s strong Even if it was a Siren song Whirlpools, they can slow you down But you’re too lost if you don’t wanna be found Pleasure sale, pleasure song Getting caught up where you don’t belong Better off never pressing play It doesn’t help you on your way Pleasure sells, pleasure’s strong Even if it was a Siren song Whirlpools, they can slow you down But you’re too lost if you don’t wanna be found His house became a den for parasitic men Instead of coming home to find rest Had one final test A contest was planned – the prize: Penelope’s hand But not a single suitor could know how to string up his bow He locked up all the doors, took all the shields and swords How bloody were the floors that day Not one got away He learned to see in a new way That’s a thing they can’t take away And he saw upon returning It wasn’t home till he earned it And some nights he will think back to the night that his ship wrecked Bow his head, shed a tear, thank God that he’s still here Pleasure tale – pleasure song Thankfully things do go wrong Once you see, you’ve got to turn your head You’re gonna need to follow the dead, but Dry your eye, Odysseus’ child We are all still alive

Here is the lamp Land on the couch A careful turn, my cover’s blown I’m tossed in the sea My bones shake to life My deafness is cured Conduct a current true to me A tempest thrown Here is your girl Miles away And everything you did for her You did for yourself Be not afraid These sounds can save The story laid down on my chest A strange way to rest Here I return My precious one I couldn’t carry back the sun To show you love Is like a storm Of all that I’ve made You are most like the sea You’ve tossed and turned You’ve changed me

Riding off and into a world of men Rig up the main sail, this world does not end! Iberian demand to swim around Conquer the country, present to the crown You aren’t afraid The day you embark You are a light in the dark Taste of the wind, the spray and sand Boots stepping out onto immortal land Mercy of the natives with no clothes to defend Armed with the arrow, and you with your pen Fearfully made They called you slave You ran away; men should be free Don’t you agree? Stitching up a man with thread and bone They called you savior, gave you a home From death’s rotting hand you saved the man They came from miles for the sign of your hand Heavy the head Bearing the mark Look at your skin Isn’t it stark? Christened by sea, sign of the cross One hurricane, nine years lost Two of your mates, dashed on the rocks No food today, sign of the cross Everyone cheered when you came back The Lord gets the credit, the king gets the cash Nearly you burned trying to stay warm Quietly slip into the quietest storm They pulled your beard like it was moss You stayed alive, sign of the cross Crossing the land Making things new The gesture of life I make for you Riding off and into a world of men Hail to the country – the dead and forgotten Writing as the silent storm descends Rig up the main sail, this world does not end!

Full Song Lyrics: Tycho – the scientist of old His eyes were gold One night he walked down a path Frozen while he was looking up Portentous sign in Cassiopeia The aether opened up a new eye of gold Tycho was the scientist of old Quiet crystal vault He measured wall to wall A hundred times as tall And when the sun sunk away – he’d rise Greeting the student, elk, and king The brash men of Hven All the best instruments They listened – Tycho, was it work or was it play Assembling the ark of all observation? In your debt, in your door In your house, heaven’s floor Full stomached as the moon This sacred anteroom Uraniborg If I can hold still I have a sight, I have a taste The circumduct The stars in the sky are falling I cup my palm into a boat The droplets flow Each one, a golden note We are not awry, but in orchestration Unified in death, and the stars Every brick red and rose Naked eyes, metal nose Parallax, paper press Giant orb, gaudy dress In your debt, in your door Student’s infinite store A graveyard and a womb This sacred anteroom Uraniborg

When you were young, songs of the sea you sung Your father scowled, stopped you from casting out And among the pages, curving up like sails You were carried miles, lost in endless trails Covered creatures started to wake Loneliness grew like an ache When your company passes in your head It just leaves a single tread There’s no company you discover when you’re gone And you were stranded on an island all along Book sales caught wind; you had married Honorine Had a son named Michel, but for you the sea was all To listen to your dreams, they gathered up in crowds For what the future held, I needed you right now Your father passed on a trait You looked at us like a paperweight Your factory would’ve turned my head Your facts could raise the dead Your factory, I would’ve turned out better If you’d seen me as an ocean all along Airships and balloons, voyages up to the moon Fiction coming true – a gunshot nearly crippled you Lying on the table, you opened up your mouth Told your son your hopes were gone of ever casting out The novels were less than fantasy But no story means more to me O, industry, when fifty books are done Am I just another one? O industry, your factories are fed On the hearts of lonely sons Your company I covet and I dread And your call to push ahead Your company – the journey took too long And I was stranded on an island all along

Man: Wake up in the morning Clear the cloud in my eye Think of last night’s dinner How the train rolled by Well there’s a bird on the table There’s eggs and a coffee And there’s a woman and her baby And they’re counting on me I take the pill on the counter Can’t remember my dream Did I clog up the gutter Like the trash on the street? And I’m late to the building So I walk away He told me no more warnings What to do all day? Rub my hands together I got my watch from pop He died in December Dad, I gave it all that I got Why’d they build this park So close to the ward Like the kids won’t notice Once they all get bored? Everyone detained under lock and key God, it’s soundproofed, even if I could say what I mean But there’s no one around with a jangling chain No one can hear what no one is saying Drop a coin in the case I wish I played guitar I’d be light as the children Swinging on the monkey bars There’s a couple of mothers I’ve a silly old hunch Bet they keep good schedules Bet they bag a good lunch Feel the a wavering wind It’ll never sustain Then I can’t remember And I can’t explain Words mean nothing When they’re left alone I got a woman and a baby Still I don’t belong Everyone detained under lock and key God, it’s soundproofed, even if I could say what I mean But there’s no one around with a jangling chain No one can hear what no one is saying Woman: Well it’s a pale blue morning They were calling for rain I recite my prayers I should never complain And I put on the sweater Pull it over my heart I think it holds me together Think it tears me apart And I buckle the kids in Turn the radio on And I change the station They play the same old songs When we get to the playground Me and Sheila meet up She says they grow so fast I think not fast enough She said I like your sweater Well it’s the one I wore When daddy left in December We’ll never see him no more There’s a bird on the table There’s a man in the street Both looking for someone But their eyes don’t meet Everyone detained under lock and key God, it’s soundproofed, even if I could say what I mean But there’s no one around with a jangling chain No one can hear what no one is saying

In this midnight town where I sleepwalk Beyond the man, hinterland just above the tomb Here where happiness comes from confusion And darling, hatred is born in a familiar room Somewhere in between animal and a machine I coast and I crow and I say hello If my doubt is malfunctioned equipment Screw it down, sort it out, I can smile okay If my God is a dog like my father Or like me, a chimpanzee looking for a bone Is faith a symptom of progress’s graceless pace? Or mementos we took when we all left home? What’d you say, I can do no wrong? Speak of hearing a voice that is not my own… Hell, all your fires and your brimstone What we’ll find if we’re too blind to just go home Many lives sacrificed to a method Yeah, it’s good, but not a god, not built for a throne And its temple no Samson is tipping That it can’t prove itself is no cornerstone After seven days they sent a wakeup call The lab results are in, don’t hide behind that wall What’d you say, I can do no wrong? Speak of hearing a voice that is not my own… Hell, all your fires and your brimstone What we’ll find if we’re too blind to just go home If I sleepwalk over, touch your woman’s hair Who’s to argue it isn’t fair? And would I reply by taking all your wealth If you don’t wake up, you only cheat yourself The pleasant music will treat you well Rock-a-bye, they’re all sleeping The pleasant music will treat you well Rock-a-bye, they’re all sleeping Just hear the pleasant music, let your eyelids swell The soothing lies, they’re all asleep in hell In this sunken church there’s a steeple And the peal from the bell, I can hear clear on All the moth-eaten clouds of addiction Noisy mouths selling houses that are not home It’s an angler fish, posing first as food It’s an open mouth you can sleepwalk into Hear this heart beating, hear this heart beating Feel my heart beating, feel my heart beating

Write impulsively inexhaustibly Words that rhyme and keep in time In the house of God there are many rods I can only measure myself But out in the woods is a bounty blessed And a salty wind coming west Roving birds and the beasts of truth And my claws and wings want to loose I left the key in the gate I lift the latch on the stall I spent too long in the sun How irresponsible! I heard a bird in a bush I saw the headline scare I put my chair on the beach And fell asleep there I’m cloven two, I don’t know I make a dispensation Even flowers can grow from the dirt I guess I thought it would go and stay gone I was wrong, I was wrong Forget what you told me, and all the lies that you sold me (I found the middle ground to make it work for you) The fear you used to use to try to control me (I found the middle ground and I made it work for you) Bent at the crease, divided up into pieces (If the climate changed we’d find the same in you) All my inner qualities treated like diseases (I’m sure if the climate changed we’d find the same in you) I am it, I don’t own it, cut off it and disown it I Let out a shout and don’t even want to control it I lean on a single lung and I’m limping through The chemical of mine, I release all the bees in the hive Can all the honey at least keep me alive Can the cacophonous sound be a release for – You put the catch in the back of the truck, and mount on the wall The conquered head of a stag – how in control you are Every illicit kiss Every crisscrossed care I put my chair on the beach And fell asleep there I bet you thought it would go and stay gone You were wrong, you were wrong

Why do I have hands that long to touch Arms whose humble reach is never enough If I won’t remember, why wake up What is to exist to be thought of I feel so close Whenever I sing to ya Can you take me away from here Take me home All the pages, all the history We show our blindness as we strain to see Light no candles in my memory Play no song and give me peace I felt so close Whenever I sang to ya Can you take me away from here Send me home