Lyrics – Lonely Hills

I throw my fortune to the water and watch ripples hit the shore Each coin is a year that I squandered, Seven years I have wandered All I hope is to catch these waves and beg them fix my mirror Its cracks are pains I once ignored Each scratch a time I wandered, Seven years I’ve squandered But all my wishing’s not enough to make them change my past Even if I could buy my luck I know it would not last So bury these pieces deep in the muck, send memories down the stream This worthless mirror which cursed me from birth has always been my shattered dream, One day I’ll change my luck Another year still by the water Out of money, I throw stones Each moment I wish they’ll go farther is just time growing darker, Eight years I’ve squandered But all my trying’s not enough if I won’t look beyond For if I try to buy my luck I’d never leave this pond So bury these pieces deep in the muck, send memories down the stream This worthless mirror which cursed me from birth has always been my shattered dream I’ll never catch those waves They won’t listen when I pray So maybe I’ll change my ways So bury these pieces deep in the muck, send memories down the stream This worthless mirror which cursed me from birth has always been my shattered dream, One day I’ll change my luck © 2012 Aaron Clift Productions. All rights reserved.

You ignited brightly into my hearth with your roaring kerosene torch The warmth of your flames drew me closer to you as the pyre of our cinders grew Then I smelled the wood you charred and the blackened lives you scorched And I wondered if I’d be a tree in your way, the next one that you would raze I know it’s your nature to follow your whims But when you burn the forest, don’t it sear your skin? You say it’s just the way we have to blaze our own trail Then you stoke the coals in my fireplace and claim: “together we can’t fail!” I know it’s my nature to follow those who tell me I’ll win But now I see I made a mistake when I let your inferno in So find a tree that likes the smell of your smoke ‘cause your path of ashes is making me choke Take your torch away – I don’t want your flames And don’t tell me I’m the one that’s broke ‘cause you can’t quit your arsonist games I know it’s my nature to follow those who tell me I’ll win But now I see I made a mistake when I let your inferno in So find a tree that likes the smell of your smoke ‘cause your path of ashes is making me choke Take your torch away – I don’t want your flames And don’t tell me I’m the one that’s broke ‘cause you can’t quit your arsonist games © 2012 Aaron Clift Productions. All rights reserved.

These lonely hills I can’t ascend Yet still I climb to hear you, my friend You were once my song through this freezing rain, but now your silence soaks me in pain Where’s your melody, My dove who slips away? I know you’ve flown beyond the gray But you once would nest with me, Your wings stuck in love’s tree Now you seek the sun and leave me in a haze These lonely hills I can’t ascend Yet still I climb to hear you, my friend You were once my song through this freezing rain, but now your silence soaks me in pain My love, the raining stopped for a moment! But I’ll never hear your melody again These lonely hills will never end But some day I’ll find another friend Only your dove’s song keeps me searching in vain to find a way beyond the gray and see the sunshine break through the rain Where’s your melody, My dove who slips away? © 2012 Aaron Clift Productions. All rights reserved.

My dream is alive in the blossoming air, Andalusian paths where oranges grow Memories of you are reflections in a fountain, a trickling past where the Guadalquivir flows I’m desire unfolding like branches of your flowering palms You’re an orange bursting from the tree, a gypsy soul dancing and breaking the calm My olive-skinned sighing seductress with a voice of wine to my eager lips: Open! Open your courtyards! I’ve come again for your fountaining love Sing! Sing your gypsy song, torrid passionate longing from flamenco guitars Our voices now join singing a tune the guitarist strums We’re the deep song storming from the sea, sorrowful noise under a trembling sun My olive-skinned sighing seductress, your voice is wine to my eager lips Open! Open your courtyards! I’ve come again for your fountaining love Sing! Sing your gypsy song, torrid passionate longing from flamenco guitars Strange how your orange grows in my sleep, And when I’m awake the memories fade Dreams of you trickle away in a fountain, But I long again to lie in your shade Open! Open your courtyards! My one last drink of your fountaining love Mi amor! Mi amor, embrace me, One day we’ll bloom like palm trees planted in our Spanish heart © 2012 Aaron Clift Productions. All rights reserved.

Oh to be a shipwrecked soul when the storm whips you around Round and round and round Pounding rain will breach the hull And even when you think you’ve found a way to stay afloat, Clouds surround your only boat All my life I’m fighting the tide, sailing night to find a shore I thought the lighthouse guided my way but the beacon’s fire lead me astray right into the storm Throw me, throw me overboard! I can’t live like this anymore Oh to be a shipwrecked soul when the storm whips you around Round and round and round Pounding rain will breach the hull And even when you think you’ve found a way to stay afloat, Clouds surround your only boat My anchor’s ripped away by a wave that will not rest, thrown into the ocean like a wasted piece of bait The raindrops fall and mock me and the wind begins to laugh There were days I could brave these unfriendly seas Now my sunken hope won’t raise the mast Oh to be alone and never chased around So run my boat aground, Make me now your shipwrecked soul Make me now your shipwrecked soul Make me now your shipwrecked soul! © 2012 Aaron Clift Productions. All rights reserved.

When the sea foam washed me away I prayed for a home to stay A place where the wind lay still

And there I’d say goodbye to the clouds And hide in the shroud of the waves A place to be a perfect castaway A place, A place to protect my heart

So I throw my broken ship to the fish and the krill Wash ashore and crawl through the sand Like a naked hermit crab searching for his shell I look for a place to protect my heart

And then I see her gleaming in the tide A queen conch rising from a watery throne Her body could hide the cracks in my life Even if I know I should fill them on my own But the promise of her counsel is an ocean swell, a pink pearl that calls me to her shell

Oh shell, will you be my friend? Bring my days of rainclouds to an end? Then tell me where to start

‘Cause I’m sinking like my boat in the bay I’m tired of trying to find my way So help me, help me to mend Let your pearls, Let your pearls fill my heart

When I put my ear up to her lips To let her whisper the wisdom I’ve missed All I hear, All I hear is an echo Of the sea I left behind And when I reach into the shell I only find, Only find pebbles inside

Oh shell, All you do is bring back my fears When I listen to you The angry storm reappears

Now you leave me with no choice It seems it’s either you or me I must make you end your noise So I’ll throw you back and break you in the sea

© 2012 Aaron Clift Productions. All rights reserved.

Alone in the low tide Melting in the heat Water can’t cool the wounds of defeat Sand rubbed in my pride

Let me forget . . . Let me mend . . . Let me forget . . .

There were days I could brave the sea And moments I could fight But the time I had a captain’s might Was lost in a mutiny

I look for Something tender, something sweet To leave these bitter memories Let me forget That I feel so frail

Let me forget . . . Let me mend . . .

I waste away in the breaking waves, Faith thrown to the undertow My head has never hung so low Yet my eyes are up in the tree

I look for Something tender, something sweet To leave these bitter memories Strive to regain My will to sail

But shell, your echoes haven’t died Your broken pieces haunt my coast So I spend my days a sulking ghost Living in retreat

I know you tried to be my guide But you steered me to my fears And I’d rather be a pool of tears Melting in the heat, A heat that won’t subside

© 2012 Aaron Clift Productions. All rights reserved.

Gazing at dates at the top of the trunk My eyes raised but faith is sunk Praying for fruit to take its place Every day I ask the leaves then I beg to the boughs: “Can you make your canopy shake me from my doubt?” Still nothing heeds my pleas I’m staring at fruit out of reach So I hatch a plan to climb the tree and bring seeds into my hand When I’m ready to scale the tree something holds me to the ground I guess I’d rather melt in the sand and the heat and the fear that keeps me down My head has never hung so low Yet my eyes are up in the tree Staring at fruit out of reach, Asleep in a dream where seeds fill my mind Wearing out time to make them mine, all mine If I eat just one My life will be complete But I can’t climb the trunk When sand has burnt my feet I’m tired of being disgraced with desire that’s only waste All I want is a little taste and the answers in my hand My head has never hung so low Yet my eyes are up in the tree Staring at fruit out of reach, Asleep in a dream where seeds fill my mind Wearing out time to make them mine, all mine Are seeds what I really need or am I just wasting time? ‘Cause the longer I gaze into the tree the less I try to climb I’m only drawn to the tempting fruit to keep me from reality So don’t cut me loose I put down my roots Let me stay in fantasy If I eat just one My life will be complete But I can’t climb the trunk When sand has burnt my feet Just when I’m free, I cut my feet on the last piece of the shell And as blood goes into the sea my fantasy dispels Left again in the low tide with hope that has capsized If I could look past the seaboard to a place I sailed before I would reach inside for the will to fight my self-imposed exile But my heart is silent in the fading shore © 2012 Aaron Clift Productions. All rights reserved.

All my life I was seeking a shore a place to create my paradise But I prayed for heaven in a temple of lies Made my faith disappear Resigned to my fear And I can’t live like this anymore I’m gonna wake my heart wake my heart in the high tide Then I’ll face the dark and try to find my light Too many times I let the waves toss me around I let them drown the voice inside But it’s time to stand my ground Time to rebound So come, my heart and meet me in the tide I’m gonna wake my heart wake my heart in the high tide Then I’ll face the dark and try to find my light I’m gonna wake my heart wake my heart in the high tide Then I’ll face the dark and try to find my light © 2012 Aaron Clift Productions. All rights reserved.

Soon I’ll prepare to leave my sand and sail in darkness This time I’ll hold no anger regardless of where I land But I hear the rumbling near me and feel my fear churn Like waves crashing back into place, clouds always return to steal away my anchor Many tides I spent by a palm tree staring at dates out of reach Foolishly waiting for the fruit to fall when nothing stirs on the beach But if I ate them all would my heart really be free? Maybe I belong in the sea ‘cause sand can’t keep me afloat If I could be the captain of my own fleet maybe I could rebuild my hope I could hold the anchor close to the boat and let my heart go free It says to me: “Look to the edge of the water past the reefs where horizons blur there’s an island of peace where the air grows warmer When your fears don’t stir you’ll find the eye of the storm” Winds laugh and tell me it’s over, The cyclone says that I’ll fail “You can stay here or voyage with a broken sail – either way you’ll still run for cover” But I can’t stall any longer and I won’t fall any lower I look to the edge of the water past the reefs where horizons blur there’s my island of peace where the air grows warmer The clouds may form but I’ll try to find the eye of the storm I leave sand and float through the ocean where darkness tries to break me again Maybe I’ll find calm and maybe I won’t But at least I’ll have some hope “Keep sailing to the edge of the water past the reefs where horizons blur there’s an island of peace where the air grows warmer The clouds may form but don’t go back to the shore When your fears don’t stir you’ll find the eye of the storm” © 2012 Aaron Clift Productions. All rights reserved.