How is it that I could lose a faith I never had? Where is god? where is god? Is that too much to ask for when there is so much proof to the contrary?
The shape of rage Twisted, angered geometry Contorting flesh Changing my anatomy Take away This healthy human form And replace it With broken, mismatched
[music and lyrics by Don Anderson] Wrapped in letters Glowing darker than before The world is full of sound Space and silence filled Bedrooms alight
It is a fear of mine That there is something not right An ill and unstable feeling What will happen next? I look toward you for strength You show me
[music & lyrics by Don Anderson] Goldberg's variations had permitted sleep And the turning in my stomach had awakened me The dim blue light through
Assigned a final signified Completed and defined Rip my throat and cut my hands Undo the body and break its sign The judgment of god The judgment of
[music & lyrics by Don Anderson] This is a song to fall on deaf ears And these are words not meant for you to hear If sound is the death of silence
So warm the Earth, as you did me Lay me down and take me in And as the Earth warms us within Your body molds unto mine Like a single sculpture (standing
[music by Don Anderson] [instrumental]
As Winter fades, and Summer begins We lie embraced as light hits the Garden Entangled in green vegetation Swallowed by the Earth's rich ground Leave
Set me adrift As a snow dressed memory Seal me with your troubles Encased by your misery Watch me float away As your pain subsides The cold sea
'Tis love that is lost My heart lie bleeding One last time I caress her flesh On this cold and wet September morning 'Tis beauty that has vanished
Where have we come from, you and I? Like two truths in a world of lies We sew ourselves with in our hearts Bounded by our human and flesh filled art
Eyes of sienna muse and dance To our tune of subtle romance Exchanging of conversing stares Casts a tune so potent, so rich, so rare Eyes that speak
[music and lyrics by Don Anderson] This is why the morning is so beautiful Even though my stomach feels so ill I can see the sun peeking at me Anxious
[Instrumental] [This piece is strictly atonal, which means that there is no key, tonic or harmony employed through out the entire piece. Instead I have
[words & music by Don Anderson] As it snowed, the efforts of his toil gave in To a white, crystal veil that blankets the dead Just as well, sometimes
