PLANETARIUM RULES: SPIRAL STAIRCASE
Whythisrecording? Whyfinishit. Whyfightthroughtheyears
forit, mywingtattered, myheartinpieces. Hegavemeonlya
shot--and,yes,ohyes,aguitar! Lyricsandaguitar. Didthe
To sharewith themhowtopraywhentheydance, andtoshout
fame,ratherthanclimbingthe staircaseofyourhands. Theyare
balsawoodrattlin’inthewind. Thatwasmylife. ButIcouldn’tlet
go. NeithercouldIfinish. Ikeptmovingforward,aimlessit
hadtogive. Iwantedmyself. Iwantedsomethingsafe. Some-
conversations. Theconversation“heroes”ofcowardice. The
door. Thenentrance. Thereyoucanbe“Music.” Hewillgiveyou
inarocketship. Blastoff! Candy-applepie,orlongtimehoney?
Spiral Staircase (c) bdf
There’s a spiral staircase,
that leads through this place,
from earth’n beginnings it was made;
By the hands of a builder, meek in
who shaped the wood of our prayers
to be seen.
From floor to ceiling, head to toe,
each strike of the
hammer bends him low, Wi’ sweat on his
pace, this poor man carpenter crafted
In heaven alone, they know from where
There’s a desert skyway, through these
barren halls, with
no where to turn but to climb,
where path not trodden,
no stairs to find, ‘till he shaped
the wood of
our prayers through the night.
parable:TherewasWinding To Your Door: (c) bdf
apuzzlethathad I see a white mansion,
ononesidethe on a hill, overlooking the
wholeworldandall . valley below.
itspeople,andon I see a white mansion, from the
her ve es e
t e rs id field where I stood with her
Christ.Noone Where I stood with her and
c u dp e e broke
og th rt z e
t e e hepu zl The bread of silence, I give
oftheworldand you thanks
makeusone. Then for this, and there’s some-
amancameand thing more,
saidyouapproach I was lost in daylight of a
itfromthewrong night so dark, so dim. No one
side.Turnthe could hear me, they could not
puzzleoverand find me there..
oftheman. Winding the edge of darkness
to your door. Winding the walls
of silence to your door. Down
that narrow pathway,
a narrow corridor, Climb the
walls of silence to your door.
I saw an angel “white ,” like a
statue, he would not move. I
saw her angel’s face, but she
doesn’t look like her anymore.
I heard a woman outside wail-
Thereisno Beneath Each Thorn (c) bdf*
itisasincere Round and round in circles
Listening,and And the meaning of acceptance in lost
youlieto think like you and me? And we tore
Him, you will downeachrosetoseeathorn?
Can you give me just a little bit more each day?
Waiting to be found. When words can build or can kill
why do we tear you down? When what was
questions always on my mind,
When will the world know that each of us
*FromJoshuaSun, RosaMystica CD, (c)1995, lyrics andmusic writtenby
Wailing Wall (c) bdf
promised land. Blackeninthisdesertheat,to
capture the Sun, a memory in His
brick to build Jerusalem .
things you know about me; my hope is restored. You gave me
Beneath a cherry blossom sky ...
Hands,Water,&Mud (I Hear Your Heart) (c) bdf
Together we lay the foundation, one man mixin’
Made by these hands still watered in mud,
Her treasure, her diamond, walled up inside
The many years.
Which way, will she turn?
Sometimes I can hear your heartbeat next to me,
Sometimes I can hear your heartbeating,
Calling me in from the cold,
Sometimes I can hear yoru heart beat
and then your gone.
What He made in these hands still watered in mud,
At the potter’s wheel, I dream of a woman refined
Sometimes I can hear your heart beating, and
In boxes with windows and
wheels underneath, they
think they are living in
their fancy machines, but
you knew it was just a
color parade, and then they
The Windmill (c) bdf
The windmill turns,
Where the west wind blows,
And the world moves on ...
Through the fields of
Sunflowers golden, in the sun ...
And the windmill turns,
Across the sea of your love,
To where the wild is frozen, in time
the flowers were gone, she keeps moving on ...
The windmill tuns,
as the west wind blows, but
the world moves on, and on, and on
Jn 14:11-12, 15-17
(Constellation Sky) (c) bdf
Be my salt shaker,
On the dance floor. Gen 19:26
Be my salt shaker, Mt 5:13
Share with me your hour
Be my salt shaker,
Sprinkle me with your light.
Be my salt shaker, Mk 9:49
Cover me like
The constellation sky,
Let your light shine.
Be the apple of my eye.
Be my salt sha-ker, Lk
Tenderize me -- some more.
N t Nuclear Destruction
Be my salt shakers,
On the dance floor,
Season the eco-logic-ALL
Maybe Tomorrow (c) bdf
Jer1:4-18;23:12-19;20-34 Nah1:3 Isa40:3;Mt3:3;12:14;Lk3:4; Jn14:6 Dan11:40;12
Ceiling Fan (c) bdf Ex 13:21; 40:34; Num 9:15; 12:5
Let your wind blow, a cool breeze, through my window,
walls, circling above my head, ceiling fan, keep me
cool. Astraightpath withcrookedlines. Letyour
a spinning wheel churning, A funnel cloud, darkness
surrounds, and in my room, I hear you call. A
Cross winds are blowing, I feel the wind at my
back, waves crashingbeneath me, my feetare
firm. I catch your glance from a distance, on a
bent never breaks, bend me ‘round, from the
ground, from the clay, tothesky,Carry me!
Clock is ticking on the wall, time is moving slow, Yet
another day goes by the hour hand orbiting the ground
below, this day goes by, and I hear above me now,
Ceiling fan, Keep me cool.
*Sugar-ConeFreezeor SaltyBreeze ToKeepYouCool?
To theright is my dad, who for some reason bought ice creamskiing.
Dt5:1-33 Theydidnotwanttogetup,getoutthedoor. Theydidnotwant
PreciousDays (c)bdf thorn,nothr,roth
n, oth rn, y turn,
Oh precious moment, ro t nh (ny), trot
when I give my life to hn (ym), noh rt,
you, Oh precious mo- no trh, no try,
ment, my heart must pennies.
be true. Eph 5:1-20
Thetime to consider, the time to
make the heavens new, the
need, the promises she made to
me, I’m holding on when my
Lam 4:6 He said as he
2Thess1:9 planned to InPrecioudays,
Letusnotwastethe and Mr. Dead Lemon.
lives we have 2 Chr 34:5; Ezk 20:38
Mal3:3;Heb9:14; The cup in the saucer, the smoke in the
Dan3:19;Mt13:42 glassedwalls. Sincerity,iswhatweneed.
Exod Rachel Weeping (c) bdf
“Iwilldemand anaccountingforhumanlife...” Gen9:5-7
4:1 2 3 2
Isa4 - , - 0
sa4 4- 8
i 5:2 2
I a4 : - 6
s 912; “[Some]inthecrowdsaidtohim,‘Teacher,silenceyourfollowers.’ Hesaidin
8 We can turn and walk away,
62:6 And close our eyes to all we see,
Jer1: 5; But we’ll never change the way
Ps139:13-16 things are
Gen4:9-11 From the distance we now keep.
Tob7:13,8:5-9 So run, run away
Mt19:6-9 Turn to where you think you’re safe,
1Thess4:3-8 And let the children bleed tonight.
2Kng2:2-22 From where I stand, I just can’t
HenceHegave. How we can “choose” to let them
Child & Comm bleed,
Bnfcay When the stones will cry out for
fyo .Iwil their
“I u. l” blood.
Gen9:1-17? Have you ever stopped to wonder why,
Gen22,18,19? In living fields a child should die?
Ex24:1-7 When the stones will cry out for
1Sam5-20 their blood?
Mt 19 “I Do”
2 Mac 7
Roulette (I Did Not Know Your Name)
(c) bdf M M
Gn 1:1 D
Had I known, had they but tried, Rythm o
The lines would not be blind in red, Rm 15:12 s--
Had we heard, had they but said, Isa11:10 s--h
I would not take an innocent life.
Isa55:13 Mt3:10 D
But when they said to me: r W
1Tim6:10 a I
“Allissafe,be‘free’” w- N
And I believed them in my heart. Prov12:3 n t
I did not know your name, honor
When they took from me your life.
*Inthe UnitedStates thereare over10,000childrenmurderedeach
daydisguisedas“thepill.” Theyknewitwas abortion,
but told youit was a “safe contraceptive.” They knew it was
first usedtoinduceabortions,andalso toinduce “withdrawal
bleeding” in women having no menses. It did this by inducing
theshedding of the lining and contents of her uterus, even if she
has conceived. The pill inserts atnote 6explicitly admit the fact
that a woman bleeds at the end of the pill cycle does not in any
reliable way mean she had not conceived a child! See VOX-
COM.COM for more information. A child’s
life depends upon you refusing to use
the Pill , De po-Pr overa , Nor plan t, An ti-
Dancing In Old Photographs (c) bdf
We are dancingin old photographs, review the past
And the ocean bed washes away, the underplay, the soot and
Getalong withwhat theytold you,
And the ocean bed washed it all away, the underplay,
So becertain nowof whereyou were, where weare going.
walls, now memories of how it can never be again:
I give my life back to you.
Peripheral Vision (c) bdf Semitic: prh = re:
Por = against, con-
tra; Pro= For
NH = B ell y, L if e,
Are you Por-NH (Por-NEAH) or Pro-NH (Pro-
Life)? Peri-odis (Gk = “fertile cycle”)
IM-NH or MI-NH? Intending Mt 19:4-9 or to
create your own separate “reality”?
The truth is you need M’s Consent. (“joined by” God)
Take it all in
Every consequence has an end
Look around at what we did
Then change it z-nh=por-nh
Make it end.
M=W therefore E=W
E=m M3=1 00
their centers by Him alone who can be their
Center, they have little hope of ... The dia-
FIRST THINGS New Beginnings (c) bdf
SpecialThanksto Come so far, turned my head around
Chris Allain and Come so far, to believe again,
SteveBedigianfor The past is over,
their helpon bass Moving forward now, together ...
tively for many of
thetracksofthis I’ve come so far to be where I
CD; Jim West at West stand. Forgotten dreams, they re-
Sound Studio who turn again.
workwithrecording; When I was child, I held it in my
’Shu in a box, who hands, But wouldn’t let go.
came and went like
ahousecat,rather With each step I take, I resist;
than loyal dog
(God). He put me to I won’t look back,
thetestagain,rather I’m climbing that ladder to forget
than just being a the past
friendforlives;and And my stregnth will not fail me
for the women of my
dreams, one who now, I’m breaking free from chains
I’veyettofind. fo tin That weighed me down.
I’m letting go!
an ape like the New beginnings come around,
MasterI’mchasing, When you least are found,
carryingfrank- And the world is passing away.
incense and mrym. New beginnings, come around,
SometimesI don’t When you least believe
much like him, but that the world can show you the
must obey Him. way.
and door-prize. Do I’m climbing that ladder
nothopetogetthere In Jacob’s dream.
BalsaWood Rattling (c) bdf
Sensing the wood rattling in my hands
Wooden craft. Damn its circling laugh!
Are there any spin doctors in heaven?
I released the broken model plane purchased for me by
my father when I was young, and set it free to the winds,
listening to his old reel to real singing again, “Catch a
paintedpony, letthe spinningwheel...”
“Your time will come.”
All songs and poetry created and arranged by Mrym Fusion, as were the
drawings and much of the photography and other graphic art in this
booklet. Artisirreplaceable. Itisourcreativecommunication.
I pray for a new beginning, and a Catholic (which means “Universal”)
Art makes no excuses for the eyes of the Creator. It is unashamed to tear
/ tare down walls dividing us from the right to the truth, in politics,
in music, and in com-m-unity. Christ first, then all will be well.
Wasting Time (c) bdf
I am going to shout it out
I’m throwing a boomerang from
Carlos, she tried to make a devil out of me.
This time I’m going to catch the right one,
He’s coming home
within the permit, and carry her home.
(c) mrym fusion, 2001. All Rights Reserved. ISNA-1-US