The Forth Day - Stairwells and Night

I have a new project called The Forth Day. The first collection is called Stairwells and Night. 

The first song is up. Have a listen if you please. :)

www.theforthday.com




as the game continues you
should seek to say ever more clearly
what you truly
believe
even if what you truly
believe
turns out to be
wrong.


it can be a hazardous
and difficult
task.


but
if you can’t laugh
at the impossible odds
we all endure as
we seek to understand
and know


then you will
surely sleep
restless
in the
coffin.

the joke is on the sun by Charles Bukowski


A sassy little number, from the dame who didn’t get into the 15 Minutes of Fame Festival this year.



I said to THE WANTING CREATURE inside me:
What is this river you want to cross?


There are no travellers on the river-road, and no road.


Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or nesting?


There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman.
There is no tow rope either, and no one to pull it.
There is no ground, no sky, no time, no bank, no ford!


And there is no body, and no mind!


Do you believe there is some place that will make the soul less thirsty?


In that great absence you will find nothing.


Be strong then, and ENTER INTO YOUR OWN BODY;
there you have a solid place for your feet.


Think about it carefully!
Don’t go off somewhere else!


Kabir says this:
just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things, and STAND FIRM IN THAT WHICH YOU ARE.

Kabir, Poet-Saint

Show Me
Kyla Ferrier
One-A-Week Songs

I wrote a song couple days ago, and recorded it a couple hours ago. This song is dedicated to Norma, and anyone else who’s like, “Hey. That sounds like me.” Then yep, it’s for you too.

*Photo Credit: John McIver


LYRICS


Baby birdies learn to fly
Pushed by mommas way up high
Can’t find my wings- Fall brains first
Impact dead bird in the dirt


There my thoughts spilled out
Messy on the street
People skipped around
To protect their feet


Say “Oh” for me
Say “Aw” for me
Eyebrows kissed for me
Pouted lips for me


Are some things just too good for my heart?
White light shrinks to dirty heavy dark
Can mud on my eyes give way to sight?
God, put me in a bath of flashlights


Let things be seen
Hurt hid in my nooks
Answers hide on me
Not inside my books
The secrets I still keep
Thin on sheets, but named
Not so grand, save shame
Not so grand, save shame


Let things be seen (Help me heal)
Hurt hid in my nooks (Where I cannot reach, Somewhere)
Answers hide on me (Behind my back, Right)
Not in what she took (In front of me)
The secrets I still keep (Help my stuck, clutching)
Thin in sheets, but named (Hands release, Show me)
Not so grand, save shame (Why Love came, Show me)
Not so grand, save shame (Why Love came)


Let things be seen (Help me heal)
Hurt hid in my nooks (Where I cannot reach, Somewhere)
Answers hide on me (Behind my back, Right)
Not in what she took (In front of me)
The secrets I still keep (Help my stuck, clutching)
Thin in sheets, but named (Hands release, Show me)
Not so grand, but shame (Why Love came, Show me)
Not so grand, save shame (Why Love came)


Show me why Love came
Show me why Love came
Show me why Love came
Show me why Love came


Mennonite Delight
Kyla Ferrier
One-A-Week Songs

Want to keep working on this one, but here’s the start! Here is One-A-Week Project song no. 4 “Mennonite Delight” for Travis Friesen and Mike Thiessen!

LYRICS:

Hello?

I wish I was a little more menno
Wish had Fehr Beau
Wish I had a Loewen or Guenther or a fine Toews
I wish I knew some Janz German mans biblically knowing me, hey I don’t though.


But I do know some dudes, I know two
I know a Friesen and a Thiessen.
They’re like brothers to me, but bargain beauties think that they’re hot.
Prairie style MCC you in the cheap spot.

Trav serves it like vereniki, do you want a piece for free?
Hitch your horse and wagon all the way to Vancouver BC.
If you like your drinks tall, and your peacemakers singing
Satisfy your thirst with the new album that he’s bringing.

Sure you heard of mennonites, But do you know, Menno MIKE?
Keeps the hudderites at bay, sells things at the price he likes.
Also has an album out, spoken word, spoken well
Only ten dollars, so bid Sir John A Mac  FARE WELL

They gonna pop a cap of peace in you till
Violence is deceased in you

On one dark and dreary MennoNIGHT, Mike and Trav lit up my life.
Packed a pipe with joy and peace, and let me smoke it till I cried.
All the warmonger in me leaked out with every dropping tear.
Breathing in the Pacificism I got wiser than a seer.
Then I grew a prophets beard. Mike and Trav were scared of me
Said I looked like Mr. Miyagi, said wax off that sick goatee.
Then they went to Shoppers Drugmart, bought a big bottle of nair.
Made me wash my face with it until I got rid of the hair.
They they shaved their facial locks, and we rowdy baby faced.
Stole their Omas recipes and baked stuff all over the place.
There was Rollkuchen in flight. Mennonite Dee-LIGHT.

They’re gonna pop a cap of peace in you till
Violence is deceased in you.


So put down your guns
And pick up your cross
And sing out that doxology
Like a boss.
And dance if you dare
If the time is right
Unless you think it
Might lead to a fight
And shout out to Mike
And shout out to Trav


Some Songs Live

I’m excited to open for 100 Mile House today. Event deets here.

Hope you can make it if you live in the Rosebud area!




If opportunity doesn’t knock,
build a door.
Milton Berle, "Mr Television"