Postcards From the Whirlwind Lyrics
Soulshine
Written March 7-8, 2021
I need to see your soulshine
I need to believe that you’re still there
Heartlessness seems to be the baseline
I need to see your soulshine
When justice is beaten to the ground
And nightmares invade the dreamland
I can’t cry the whole world’s tears
And I can’t hold it up in my hands
Though I wish I had the magic
Sometimes I can barely stand
(Chorus)
When gray dread rolls in like fog
Shadows float on the river of time
When swagger menaces the weak
And silence seems like a crime
When lies seems to glitter like gold
And midnight bells begin to chime
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, keyboards, bass
Ann Johnson – Backing vocals
Rosemary Kleske – Backing vocals
Private Revolution
Written February 13, 2014
Picture this scene
I’m in a land of plenty where everybody’s hungry
Averting their eyes, no one speaks, no one tries to
Lost in their computer love
And everywhere I go, oracles lie and say they know
What I really need
What I need
I need music, I need soul
I need a mystic conversation with ground control
I need my people
I need a magnetic pole
I’m gonna start a private revolution
Looking up at night
Wish I could see the stars behind the orange sky
Beautiful people shamble by
Grafitti-marked and ironic eyes
And everywhere I see remains of a permanent shopping spree
They’re selling
Nothing I need
I need music, I need soul
I need a mystic conversation with ground control
I need my people
I need a magnetic pole
I need someone to tell me where to go
The wheel turns round and I need to know
If this is my private revolution
To all the unbelievers, the overachievers, the self-deceivers
Peace to you
To every alien other, crushed by hipness, undercover
Peace to you
The defeated, the cheated, mistreated, unneeded, and deleted
Peace to you
There’s a yes for a every no, and this is where a stop
Can be start
We need music, we need soul
We need a mystic conversation with ground control
We need our people
We need a magnetic pole
Let’s start a private revolution
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, keyboards, bass, tambourine
Sapiosexual
Written September 30, 2020
It was one of those starry nights
Could’ve made Sappho take up her lyre
Stopped by the library
For a book on Juvenal’s satires
Then I saw her, I saw her
She was solving a triple integral while listening to a lesson in
Cantonese
In a NASA t-shirt
And I fell to my knees
Your mind makes me, makes me feel like I’m losing mine
I am sapiosexual and I think you’re so fine
Girl, let me know if I can take you to
The perfumed garden of sensual delights
Can we lie in each other’s arms
Talk about philosophy all night
I’d love to study your geography
All the way down to Challenger Deep
Get the hot blood pumping
Through your Circle of Willis, Circle of Willis
Your mind makes me, makes me feel like I’m losing mine
I am sapiosexual and I think you’re so fine
Not to wax all grandiloquent, but lady, you abound in acumen. I
experience such amorousness when I’m in your proximity. I ardently
hope you reciprocate, don’t obfuscate. Yeah. Inform me
expeditiously.
Voulez-vous penser avec moi, ce soir?
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, keyboards, bass
Kirk Roberts – Drums, tambourine
Ann Johnson – Backing vocals
Rosemary Kleske – Backing vocals
Sing Open the Circle
Written June 21, 2015
She’s a wallflower who
Never made it to the dance
Afraid to take the chance, she
Surrounds herself with ghosts
In a web of the familiar
Longing for a saner madness
She can’t conceive of
The light trapped within her
You are part of the universe, too
Shake it, lady
Disturb the midnight air
You are part of the universe, too
Shake it, lady
Disturb the midnight air
Fling out your arms and take up space
You need not be graceful
To be full of grace
Raise up your voice to shout and sing
Shake the foundations of despair
She’s a dreamer who’s
Lost inside the dream
Longs to glimpse the unseen
Just like an unbeliever
Tries to seize love as it’s
Slipping through her fingers
She can’t hear me
But I’m longing to tell her
(Repeat chorus)
She has visions of
A woman with a shining face
Mother of the human race
East African sunrise
Across the sacred water
She sings an ancient song
Passing the message
From mother to daughter
(Repeat chorus)
Sing open the circle
Bring down the rain
Dance in the sunshine
Complete the chain
(Repeat 2 times)
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, bass, ashiko, kenkeni
Kirk Roberts – Djembe, shekere, bells
Linore Huss – Backing vocals
Ann Johnson – Backing vocals
Amy Kinley – Backing vocals
Rosemary Kleske – Backing vocals
Kim Ray – Backing vocals
Sarah Sanders– Backing vocals
Brandie Worley – Backing vocals
Woman to Woman
Written April 7-8, 2021
“Girl meets boy,” that’s what they say
And some think that’s the only way
That romance blooms
Under a winking moon
But I know that the moon still shines
When girl meets girl and the stars align
They’re swept away
It’s nature’s way
A heart is a heart is a heart, and…
Woman to woman
I think it’s beautiful
Anytime two people
Fall in love
Woman to woman
A gentle touch, and the chill bumps rise
A rush of blush and bottomless eyes
She falls right in
The mystery begins
A heart is a heart is a heart, and…
Woman to woman
I think it’s beautiful
Anytime two people
Fall in love
Woman to woman
I think it’s beautiful
Anytime two people
Fall in love
Woman to woman
I think you’re beautiful…
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, electric sitar, bass
Looking for Home
Written May 18-July 4, 2014
She slowly dials the number
Now that the time has come
She’s cold and numb
He bargains and he blusters
Her words stab like knives
This is the end of the line
The son is broken, daughter, too
Twenty years of patching up the holes
Wearing away her soul
His spells of possession
Aren’t working anymore
Hang up and cut the cord
She feels this house is falling down around her
Runs out the door, the past begins to blur
She’s looking for home
Somewhere to lay down all her cares
She’s looking for home
Can’t find the road that leads her there
She’s looking for somewhere she never is
It’s nowhere she’s known
She’s looking for home
She’d always been an actor
Guest-starring in her own life
Balancing on a knife
A law-abiding rebel
Despising any fool
Who disobeyed the rules
Seeing farther, feeling deeper
Understanding less than she knew
Distorted view
Now, the rock she had built on
Is crumbling into dust
Nothing left to trust
“Can I find something solid to hold on to?
Can I break the pattern, find something new?”
She’s looking for home
Somewhere to lay down all her cares
She’s looking for home
Can’t find the road that leads her there
She’s looking for somewhere she never is
It’s nowhere she’s known
She’s looking for home
She dreams she’s walking down an endless hallway
The walls are lined with open doors
How can she ever hope to choose
Or recognize what she searches for?
She cries as she stumbles through the darkness
“Give me light, or help my eyes to see!”
She’s looking for home
Somewhere to lay down all her cares
She’s looking for home
Can’t find the road that leads her there
She’s looking for somewhere she never is
It’s nowhere she’s known
She’s looking for home
She’s looking for home
She’s looking for home
She’s looking for home
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, piano, mandolin, bass
Funhouse Mirror
Originally written 1993, rewritten
August 2021
He’s the man they call Dr. Refried Brain
The one who can dream a madman sane
I’m sorry to say nobody knows him now
He’s been transformed and we all know how
(Need to face reality)
He don’t wanna hear it
Every day he hates and fears it
(Are the visions his?)
No, the lies will out
He drinks it all in and spits it all out
He’s gotta lose the pictures
Before they get clearer
To preserve the fiction
He’s gotta see the world inside that funhouse mirror
He thinks he’s the smartest man around
If they say up, then he knows it’s down
He used to know how to use his mind
But now it’s washed and he thinks it’s fine
(Can you burst the bubble?)
No, it’s hard as steel
He thinks he’s the face instead of the heel
(What does he want?)
Well, if he had his way
He’d drag us all back to the bad old days
He’s gotta lose the pictures
Before they get clearer
To preserve the fiction
He’s gotta see the world inside that funhouse mirror
We can’t close our eyes
The signal comes through clearer
We gotta shake and break it
I wanna see the cracks inside the funhouse mirror
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, bass
Kirk Roberts – Drums
One Last Dance
Written September 3, 2021
Alarms are ringing
Don’t want to wake up
It was such a beautiful dream
Insanity
Catastrophe
All I want to do is scream
All I want to
All I want to
All I want to do is scream
Give me none of that sentimental drivel
Every love song is hollow in the middle
I want
One last dance
Before the end of the world
One last dance
Before the end of the world
No angels singing
No Martian cities
It was such a beautiful dream
The armored hearts
The jackboots march
The Devil rides in a limousine
The Devil rides in
The Devil rides in
The Devil rides in a limousine
Give me none of that sentimental drivel
Every love song is hollow in the middle
I want
One last dance
Before the end of the world
One last dance
Before the end of the world
The truth you have to pay for
The lies you get for free
The truth you have to pay for
The lies you get for free
One last dance
Before the end of the world
One last dance
Before the end of the world
One last dance
Before the end of the world
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, keyboards, bass, percussion
Ann Johnson – Backing vocals
Disconnect
Written December 26, 2017
I’ve got the world in my hands
I’ve got the knowledge of the ages
Just a tap
Or a little swipe
And it’s all at my command
I’ve got invisible friends
Emptied of emotion
Blinders on
Prison walls
Cleaned of all that might offend
Still I can’t stop holding on
Surrounded and alone
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect me
I’ve got to find my way
From reality’s illusion
Cheap facades
Recycled truth
Drowning in minutiae
Still I can’t stop holding on
Surrounded and alone
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect me
Gotta keep up, gotta keep up, gotta keep…
Stop! And take it all away
Gotta keep up, gotta keep up, gotta keep…
Stop! And take it all away
Standing on a mountain, wanting to be free
Crying to you, but it’s up to me
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect, disconnect, let me
Disconnect me
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, bass
Kirk Roberts – Drums
Lost Together
Written October 10-November 3, 2014
Hello, do you remember me?
Do you recognize my face?
Yes, I’m the one you love
You saw me only yesterday
Pleased to meet you, take my hand
The hand that helped you up for years
The arm that kept you safe and warm
The shoulder soaking up your tears
Years ago, when we were young and free
Arm in arm, we walked underneath the Paris sky
Those days are gone forever
Still I fall into your hazy eyes
And we are lost together
We are lost together
Hello, it’s me again
I’m sorry you don’t understand
You’re flying in a dream
I’m here to catch you when you land
Did you ever think the wheel would spin this way?
Helplessly, we watched it roll
We only asked for time
Hoping that our luck would hold
On the mountain, caught in a rainstorm
Soaking wet and laughing all the way
That day is gone forever
Still I fall into your hazy eyes
And we are lost together
We are lost together
The embers warm and softly glowing
Memories of a fire hot and strong
This, too, will pass forever
Still I fall into your hazy eyes
And we are lost together (We are holding on together)
We are lost together (We are holding on together)
We are lost together (We are holding on together)
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, keyboards, bass
Ann Johnson – Backing vocals
Rosemary Kleske – Backing vocals
Enigma (The Imitation Game)
Written in summer 2020
To survive you must make sure no one else knows
The walk, the talk, the cut of your clothes
Awake in the darkness and put on your face
Erase the story, you mustn’t leave a trace
Ooh, losing even your name
Learn how to play the imitation game
You knew it when the revolution turned back again
Nowhere was safe, not even inside your skin
Now you do your work behind enemy lines
You’re on the team that you try to undermine
Ooh, who can be blamed?
Survival by playing the imitation game
You’re an enigma, they say
But you’re only a whisper away
From an exposé
Who knows if this war can ever be won?
Will you be in the street or the upper echelons?
If we meet while we’re cleaning up debris
Will I know you, and will you recognize me?
Ooh, can we regain
What’s lost by playing the imitation game?
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, keyboards, Irish bouzouki, bass
Kirk Roberts – Shaker, shekere, vibraslap, woodblocks
Time to Wake
Written March 14, 2020
There ain’t nothing I can do,” she says
And she believes it
The wrecking ball voice in her head
Another life is out there awaiting intersection
But darkness keeps her safe in bed
She breathes in
Feels a release
A gentle peace
Time to wake (time to wake)
Fly away (fly away)
Time to wake (time to wake)
Fly away (fly away)
“I can’t feel that pain again,” she says
“The widow weakness
My heart’s blood dripping from the knife
Chaos howls along the new road never taken
Afraid to upset my cardboard life”
But in her dream
A soft caress
Again she’s blessed
Time to wake (time to wake)
Fly away (fly away)
Time to wake (time to wake)
Fly away (fly away)
“The days are short and I’m so tired,” she says
“The rain is falling
And I don’t know even how to start”
In her pulse
Hammering strong
She hears a song
Time to wake (time to wake)
Fly away (fly away)
Time to wake (time to wake)
Fly away (fly away)
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, bass
Take Five More
Written July 4-October 25, 2014
Down, feeling drowned by
The sound of the winds of change
Screaming and blowing
Alibis and lies had me circumscribed
Why don’t I know where I’m going?
Help me, doctor, I need a magic pill
Took one this morning, why do I feel so ill?
“Take five more and call me in the morning
Amazing what these little things can do
May cause blindness, gout, or rigor mortis
Take five more, and hope you get better soon”
Dissatisfied, victimized
Till I realized that I
Was the one steering
So tired of the show, don’t you know
Can I go till it’s out of hearing?
Help me, healer, brew your special tea
Feel so light-headed, what’s coming over me?
“Take five more and call me in the morning
Amazing what these little things can do
May cause blindness, gout, or rigor mortis
Take five more, and hope you get better soon”
Under the gun, feeling
Undone and outrun
Darkness all around me
Is there a balm to calm me
Like a psalm to
Lift and ground me?
Help me, shaman, give me a magic spell
Some mystic words to save me from this hell
“Take five more and call me in the morning
Amazing what these little things can do
May cause blindness, gout, or rigor mortis
Take five more, and hope you get better soon”
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, bass
Kirk Roberts – Drums
Broken People
Written May 27-June 1, 2015
It’s a fight on the inside
To keep from slipping on through the sieve
Right on the inside
That’s where all of the demons live
You see me smile, and you
Think that it all looks real
Meanwhile, the inner critic
Is kicking me in the feels
I’m only one of millions getting by
We’re only crawling till we’re strong enough to fly
We are the broken people
Stumbling through time
Singing our broken songs
That never seem to rhyme
Riding on a broken world
Of dark and light entwined
And even in our dreams
There are broken people
We broken people will be all right
Some crimes in this life
Put their dents in Mr. Right
Sometimes in this life
Little Miss Perfect cries through the night
And sometimes you feel
Like Sisyphus on the hill
Wondering what you did and
When will the sentence be fulfilled?
But you’re one of many hanging on
We may be down, but our hearts are big and strong
(Repeat chorus)
I’m one of many souls in doubt
Give me your hand and let me hear you shout
(Repeat chorus)
Credits:
Wendy Hearl – Vocals, guitars, electric sitar, bass
Cindi Huss – Backing vocals
Linore Huss – Backing vocals
Amy Kinley – Backing vocals
Ann Johnson – Backing vocals
Bryan Kleske – Backing vocals
Rosemary Kleske – Backing vocals
Larry Livengood – Backing vocals
All songs written by Wendy Hearl. ©2022 Wendy Hearl
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