ALBUM LINER NOTES
CASSANDRA LATE,
THE PROPHETS' MEAGER WARES
ARE STREWN ABOUT A WEARY WORLD.
A TIME WHEN DEATH REQUIRES SAINTHOOD UNDESERVED.
WE ARE A WORLD OF MORTAL MEN
AND MAN'S GREAT GREATNESS IS HIS HOPE
-Mary Travers
WE'D BEEN TOGETHER FOR AN HOUR
IT SEEMED LIKE SEVEN YEARS HAD PASSED
AND WE HAD BARELY SCRATCHED THE SURFACE OF WHAT IT WAS
THAT USED TO MATTER
AND FOR A MOMENT, LIGHT AS AIR,
WE KNEW WHAT WE WERE HOLDING
AND SMILED THE WAY WE USED TO WANT TO THEN.
-Noel Paul Stookey
cavort in California
thick scent of no season's change
New York:
grinding rock
taut snap of purpose
no one whispers here
no excuses
Concert:
a drop of water does not exist before or after
(perhaps collect them in a leaden pail-mossy green)
Where does it lead?
it will pass
-Peter Yarrow
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