1. Ocean Ocean [5:20]
Music and Lyrics by Marguerite Conti
© 1993
Ocean Ocean ages of motion
You make me wonder at life and at where I've been
Is there a reason a time that this all began
Ocean Ocean magical potion
I love the swell of your tides in my eyes
Ancient spell spilling over all my whys
Into the ocean
Pouring like thunder and taking me under
to the thought of a world I don't know
Breaking and rolling taking me slowly
endlessly letting me go
Spellbound in wonder I wake to the hunger
luring me back to this home
And I soak up the sun and gaze upon the ocean
Ocean Ocean sea of emotion
I see the face of a love I once thought I knew
A kind of breathless surprise breaking into you
Ocean Ocean I have a notion
It's all the seasons of time crossing into one
Just like the edges of night falling on the sun
Into the ocean
In the explosion of worldly confusion
I run from the place that I fear
Flipside of beauty lost in its cruelty
far from the credulous seer
Laiden with lost time I yield to the siren
calling me back to what's here
And I soak up the sun and I gaze upon the ocean
I soak up the sun and I gaze upon the ocean
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Marguerite Conti: Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Mayer: Electric Guitar
Dan Ward: Bass
Sid Thompson: Drums
Rick Walker: Percussion
Deborah Levoy, Michal Lauren: Background vocals
2. Angels [5:20]
Music and Lyrics by Marguerite Conti
© 1993
Black bamboo and sandle wood, cat eyes gleaming in
with silent words toward heaven grins,
in slumber colored moods
Jeweled caress and souls undressed, Celtic timbred highs
Libra moon in summer's night on two lover's for all time
Tales harbored in times reflection telling of their kind
Minds entranced in myths sensation
judge their love as crime
Nobel men define salvation, they say some love is fine
But angels say without regression
All love is devine
Angels are not far away, they are starring nights and fire
and silent momentary pauses dressed in seasons gone
Greek tycoons and spiral dances, cities running wild
Hearts hoping for fine romance while mother natures cries
Trick sharades leave love forsaken, hopeful hearts retire
But angels play near sorrows haven longing to inspire
Angels are not far away, they are starring nights and fire
and silent momentary pauses dressed in seasons gone
Lovers try with dedication cycling in the tide while
libra moon leaves soft rememberance of moments of desire
And black bamboo and sandlewood and cat eyes never dim
And silent words sound loves refrain where
truth is understood
Angels are not far away, they are starring nights and fire
and silent momentary pauses dressed in seasons gone
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Marguerite Conti: Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Mayer: Electric Guitar
Dan Ward: Bass
Sid Thompson: Drums
Rick Walker: Percussion
Tim Guiterrez: Congas, Guatemalan Bongos
Robert Berry: Piano
Shelley Phillips: Oboe
Background Vocals: Deborah Levoy, Michael Lauren, Marguerite Conti
3. Night Wind [4:15]
Music and Lyrics by Billy "Hawk" Epstein
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Marguerite Conti: Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Mayer: Electric Guitar
Dan Ward: Bass
Rick Walker: Percussion
Barry Phillips: Cello
Michal Lauren: Background Vocal
4. The Ballad of the White Seal Maid [3:25]
Lyrics by Jane Yolen Music by Lui Collins
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Marguerite Conti: Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Mayer: Electric Guitar
Dan Ward: Bass
Sid Thompson: Drums
Rick Walker: Percussion
Shelley Phillips: Oboe
Barry Phillips: Cello
5. There's A Way [4:28]
Lyrics by Marguerite Conti
Music by Marguerite Conti and Jeff Mayer
© 1993
There's a way of being inside
when a dream is always on your mind
And you know your own heart claims you all the while
with the fire of hope that leads you
It's a way of seeing desire
when passion plays behind your eyes
And you know what's sought is always there to find
as the hours of life unfold you
There you are at the door open wild temptation
It's not far, open more, can tomorrow foresake you
Could it be in your time you will see what you need
And tomorrow awaits you
There's a way of feeling inside
when conscience trys to find what's right
And you know there's something there
to yield the fight
Even when this life will scold you
It's a way of turning the tide
when thoughts of faith precede the mind
And you know your own hands
seed the course of time
And the fire of hope still warms you
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Marguerite Conti: Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Mayer: Electric Guitar
Dan Ward: Bass
Sid Thompson: Drums
Rick Walker: Percussion
Deborah Levoy, Michal Lauren, and
Phillip Raymond: Background Vocals
6. Keeper of the Flame [6:00]
Music and Lyrics by Paul Rogoshewski
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Marguerite Conti: Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Mayer: Electric Guitar
Dan Ward: Bass
Sid Thompson: Drums
Rick Walker: Percussion
Robert Berry and Marguerite Conti: Background Vocals
7. Across the Universe [4:40]
Music and Lyrics by John Lennon and Paul McCartney
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Marguerite Conti: Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Mayer: Electric Guitar
Dan Ward: Bass
Sid Thompson: Drums, Timbale
Rick Walker: Percussion
Deborah Levoy, Marguerite Conti: Background Vocals
8. Hey Joan [4:23]
Music and Lyrics by Marguerite Conti
© 1993
Hey Joan you can go home
Off mother's martyrdom shelf
Down there near Bitter Gulch
where she had never said much
Waiting and fading as days fell by
keeping her battle locked inside
Hey Joan, the arrow's stopped
short of the martyrdom shelf
Took me some years to tell
only the bleating keep what they're dealt
Weening and feeding belief on the loose
forgetting, of course, that you get what you choose
Hey Joan, hey Joan, you can go home, you can go home
Hey Joan, isn't it tough
framed in an epoch gone wild?
Somewhere inside the gate
brazen like heaven and haloed saints
Hiding a spirit likened to sin
chaste in its truth and silent contempt
Hey Joan, hey Joan, you can go home, you can go home
Hey Joan, time always tells
free from the bondage of self
Down where the heroine's fire
lives in a history that's kindled again
Raising the voice of wise endless power
beckoning wills that call to the wild
Hey Joan, isn't it old, tale of the martyrdom shelf?
Built here in Heroes Run where somehow woman lost touch
Now I am my mother passed in time,
I was she and now she is mine
Hey Joan, hey Joan, you can go home
Hey Joan, hey Joan, you can go home, you can go home
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Marguerite Conti: Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Mayer: Electric Guitar
Dan Ward: Bass
Sid Thompson: Drums
Deborah Levoy, Marguerite Conti: Background Vocals
9. Inside the Ideal [4:08]
Music and Lyrics by Marguerite Conti
© 1993
In the still of early morning
when sleepy dreams are strong
It seems the nighttime has no ending
It just lingers on an on
Then daytime rushes in again by digital alarm
To steal a slow awakening of that hazy-headed charm
And it's that time clock occupation
That I can't seem to understand
It's turned misers into deity
and put coin above the land
But I see treasures in the eyes of dreamers
starring in the wind
As if some far-away forgotten notion
has come to call them back again
Sometimes there's double rainbow
that turn eyes up toward the sky
And there's a smell of sun and rain
the kind of day can't let slip by
And on a busy afternoon
as ardent workers tend their deeds
It seems one day's just like another
in this land of hard prosperity
And it's that time clock occupation
That I can't seem to understand
It's turned misers into deity and
put coin above the land
But I see treasures in the eyes of dreamers
starring in the wind
As if some far-away forgotten notion
has come to call them back again
On a golden summer evening
when glances catch the breeze
There's a feel like something's happening
Like a knocking at some need
Then those thoughts are turned to slumber
'Cause in the morning there's a job
Somewhere inside the ideal
beside the calling of a heart
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Marguerite Conti: Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Mayer: Electric Guitar
Dan Ward: Bass
Rick Walker: Percussion
Barry Phillips: Cello
Deborah Levoy, Marguerite Conti, and
Phillip Raymond: Background Vocals
10. Merry-Go Wheel [5:20]
Music and Lyrics by Marguerite Conti
© 1993
Say what you want to. It's what I choose.
Love's way I can't undo. It's power is here.
And I am riding on the heaves, riding on the edge of it,
Riding on this merry-go wheel
I am riding on the answer, riding on the chance of it,
riding that there's something that's real
I am riding, can you follow?
I am riding for my spirit, right in the heat it,
riding in wide-open style,
I am riding like a dancer, riding with a stance of ease,
riding with the heart of a child
I am riding, can you follow?
I can feel by the way that you see
there's all the reason's to close your mind
Is that a part of the way that you deal
with all your fear of life in disguise?
Do you really believe that we're here
to rule reality of one kind?
Why does is matter?
Oh, does it matter?
I am riding on the heaves, riding on the edge of it,
Riding on this merry-go wheel
I am riding on the answer, riding on the chance of it,
riding that there's something that's real
I am riding, can you follow?
I am riding for my spirit, right in the heat it,
riding in wide-open style,
I am riding like a dancer, riding with a stance of ease,
riding with the heart of a child
I am riding, can you follow?
I remember when I was child
you told me stories to ease my mind
there were princes and gobblins and queens
all the fairy tales of the wise
Did you forget how the stories would end
and how the champions swallowed life?
Why do you worry?
Oh do you worry?
I am riding for my spirit, right in the heat it,
riding in wide-open style,
I am riding like a dancer, riding with a stance of ease,
riding with the heart of a child
I am riding, can you follow?
I am riding on the heaves, riding on the edge of it,
Riding on this merry-go wheel
I am riding on the answer, riding on the chance of it,
riding that there's something that's real
I am riding, will you follow?
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Marguerite Conti: Vocal, Piano
Barry Phillips: Cello
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