We who sail on a melodious boat across the ever changing sea of time, present to you this record, the work of Ms. Charmig Melodee, and her accomplices. It was recorded in the perpetually blossoming Late Youths of their lives, in this, the year of our lord 2001. And hear lie the lyrics: * Look a Ghost in the Eye Look a g h o s t in the eye every day--- Can you see the snake in the sky on a clear day? Look a specter in the face with no disgrace, some will fly away, and some will chase. Can you see me now like i see you now? "Do you feel what you are thinking about? Will I like you then, like I like you now? Do you radiate hope, do you radiate doubt? An opera singer in disguise told me toady: "Don't count on that boy," hey hey hey, "his reputation says he is a vile rat." What am I going to do if I believe that? * The Mirror I used to cry everyday, but I won't look back, No Way. I run to you and you run away with these songs of death getting in the way. (shoot us down, under the ground...) ...and when I look bad, look away, a crack in the mirror sheds a tear. We sing our songs to the fruitless moon, as I follow a map of my inner ruin. (shoot us down, under the ground... tie my leg to a rope, throw me over the edge of a boat and sail away, while the night gently covers us...) * Blood Tree Deep on the banks of the Blood Tree you strangle me so delicately, so delicately you strangle me. 'neath the boughs in the dim light, the moon comes out and we start to fight. the moon shines so bright will we ever get through this life? I don't care about you, and whatever it is that you do: Doing Drugs, popping pills, shouting out your window at girls; you showed me pictures of your ex-girlfriend on the beach without her shirt on, and it made me sick, but I didn't tell you it did. Hey baby with the wounded knee, you got caught up in cripple creek hanging out with Jesus Freaks, let me show you what it means to me: *Jump back/ *put it down/ *shake your leg/ *turn around/ shake to that sound, shake to that sound. I don't care about you, and whatever you want me to do: wipe your nose, take out the trash, give and give, and never ask. Go away, leave me alone. Go chew on your dog's bone. The only boy I ever loved turned into a Golden Dove, and moved to California. * Dr. Cat Through the window, the Doctor goes, in the form of a cat. Is he a foe? Where's the Peacock? Does he want me, with his 50 eyes, so haunting? You sail on, where the wind goes. I glide on a leaf, through the lighty falling snow. Though I want to, I won't want you. I sing the alphabet of regret. 1,000 canpfires in a valley burn for you, but you still can't find me. You slept inside a jewel-like rose, while I hated life and how it goes on..................... * The Owl's Escape (What will get me through this night, 'til the owl begins to sing again? What will get me through this night, 'til I begin to cling again? Even though I was at home when the Black Raven knocked at my door, I hid from him, 'til he went away. I escaped that gore. What will get me through this fright, 'til the owl begins to sing again? What will get me through this life, 'til I begin to cling again? Even though I was locked in a room with mad men on the floor, and I didn't sleep for days, from the Raven's gaze, I escaped that final horror.) * Musik and Charming Melodee "Musik sets us free, the Peacock, the Tiger, the Lamb and me. Music of the spheres, uncover the dust of ancient years!" "Music sets us free." "I didn't know this could be, Charming Melodee! "Music of the spheres, uncover the dust of ancient years!" "Musik sets us free, the Monkey, the Lion, the Ocelot, and me. Music from above, follow the revolution of... ***LIEBE***" * 14 Horses I've been trying all the time, with fourteen horses on my mind, take us back to L.A. riding on the Dapple Grey This busted telephone is on fire, "Our love became a funeral pyre." I don't know how it came undone, the planet of Kingdom Come, I fell in a poisoned well, through the water I saw H e l l . Take the telephone outside, someone bury it alive. The c h r y s t a l s h i p of your mind, The White Horse of space and time, take us back to L.A. sail across the U.S.A. set the horses on fire get us out of this pyre... * Magic Power All through the city on the wings of a dove, feel sick and dirty with no help from above. Something's slipping and I'm not in love: a tale of pity and the dirty glove. Lets go: "hey ho, how do you go? how do you get through 40 blows? Hey ho, how do you love, how do you love a dead dove?" An alcoholic lives above me jammin' on guitar with dirty knees. He cracked my party with swollen eyes, I looked at him and said, "You're a fucked-up guy." Lets go: "hey ho, how do you go? how do you get through 40 blows? Hey ho, how do you love, how do you love a dead dove?" You've told me the same thing 4000 times, how can you live with death in your mind? I loved a boy who was an open flower, I looked at him and said, "You've got magic power." Lets go: "hey ho, how do you go? how do you get through 40 blows? Hey ho, how do you love, how do you love a dead dove?" * The White Room Hey L.B., when I tried to call you, you were still in bed. Will onw of us destroy the other, like that dream I had? The room is white and the clock tics, I see nothing, and now I feel sick. There are 15 pictures taped to the wall, But I can't see you in any of them at all. Here it comes, that poison melody plays to me. Will it enter our brains, and kill us while we sleep? That kind of magic can kill your mind, I see it coming, an apocalyptic sign. I know my thinking is serpentine: one thousand death worms walking in a crooked line. Will one of us ride, and the other walk, one of us shut up, while the other one talks? That kind of music can kill your mind, I see it coming, an apocalyptic sign. * Ants' Dance The Spider sang to me, an Insect Song of being free. I hate how it got messed up, we were drinking wine from my Catholic cup. The Ants dance in a line to a s o n g o f e n d l e s s s p a c e a n d t i m e . . . Get the hell out of here, now please come back, I need you near. I just called you to stare, thanks for the call to say you don't care. I can't just do this thing, I've been hypnotized by the peacock singing. The Idiots do their dance and I am stuck in a painful trance. The worst part was knowing you, and now I don't.