Here’s the Track Listing for the upcoming album, with links to information and Lyrics:
iv. Bill Cooper
I. Go on, Babylon
II. The Long Countdown
III. Tune In
iii. Manly P. Hall—Love
IV. School Without Walls
V. The Last Piano
ii. Adele Martin—I Am With You
VI. Must Be Mad
VII. Centerfold
VIII. Instrument
IX. Light in the Belly of the Wheel
i. Josh Reeves—The Revolution of the Mind
X. One Eyed Man
Namaste,
Copyright 2009 Cheryl Anderson
From “The Long Countdown.”
God lives inside of these keys
and God lives inside of me
He comes, She comes up through the beat
I feel it from the root that grows in my sleep
Deep from the dirt moving up through these bones
She wraps himself around all these sleeping stones
that rock the piano as it shakes and moans
hard like you’ll never know
But the Last Piano knows
where hides the wretched soul
when your axe comes to blow
and cut your mortal soul
out from your body, well, that’s where you’ll find me
under the piano ready to bleed
The Devil lives inside these keys
and the Devil lives inside of me
He comes, She comes, up through the beat
I feel it from the root that grows in my sleep
But this Instrument was made from the last tree
cut out of Africa, cut from the seed
cut from the music of the spheres so sweet
yeah even the Black Hole sings
But the Last Piano knows
where hides the wretched soul
when your axe comes to blow
and cut your mortal soul
out from your body, well, that’s where you’ll find me
under the piano ready to bleed
Copyright 2009 Cheryl Anderson
From “The Long Countdown”
I’ve seen the golden eye in the pyramid
on Hapsburg churches in Prague, don’t you know
I’ve been to Rosslyn, got drunk with the gypsies
Fell into the Fifthworld in a hole…
I’ve watched them dance, dance in the stardust
but no one’s beamed me up on their ship
I’ve hitchhiked well on the counter culture lovelust
I’ve been through hell but I don’t give a shit
Cause you must be mad if you are well adjusted
if you haven’t laughed at yourself in a while
You must be mad if this world gives you cudos
Soak em up with a pill and head too the bar
I just want a white picket fence
and a man to love me, love me real hard
i just want to taste my religion
on a sunday in the back of your car
I just want to know a little history
That ain’t been helped by your school yard
i just want to feel something hit me
i want to get off this falling star
chorus
lord knows, I believe in somethin’
But what they sell us is the Devil’s own lie
All I know is that all your religions
Come from those who came from the sky
And I will follow the Truth where it leads me
but right now I’m in a bit of a bind
I get the feeling they don’t really like me
i guess that means I’m doing something right…
Chorus
Copyright 2009 Cheryl Anderson
From “The Long Countdown”
Tell me a story that I don’t know
sell me a hero tonight
ride me away into the horizon
I will not take your bribes
“Six thousand years, happily married,”
she said with pain in her face.
“My honey’s a lady, she keeps the pose,
cooks good, never complains…”
Give me a God who never condemns
and an Angel who never bows
Give me a man who’ll never grow soft
and I’ll give you my heart in a shroud
Give me a song that doesn’t reek
with the stench of calculation
Give me an art that doesn’t bleed
and I’ll give you a dying sun
Cause the sun is dyin’, you know, it’s just a matter of Time
When we reach the Centerfold, will you be searching for the Light?
Or will you carry your own inside?
Give me your tired, your poor, your hungry
and I’ll give you the wandering stars
who people the galaxy with heretical songs
from Saturn and Mars
Hop in the car and we’ll drive like bats
through the underworld desert and sing
Anthems to countries lost to the waves
and the Source of everything.
Give me a gun and I’ll give you a Rose
and a book to explain these lines
Give me a kiss and I’ll give you a sigh
for we are no slaves to Time, no,
We are no slaves to Time….
Cause Time is dyin’, you know, it’s just a matter of the Signs.
When we reach the Centerfold, will you be looking for the Light?
Or will you carry your own inside?
Will you carry your own inside?
Copyright 2009 Cheryl Anderson
from “The Long Countdown”
Cauterize this open night
inside hands too twisted to see the light
you appear to be nothing more to me than a collector of our Tradition
Circumcise the prophets’ eyes
till they see nothing more than your borrowed lies
at least next time the world ends we will be martyrs of our creation
They burried Eve sixty feet
you know a woman’s suffering
you see it in her eyes and in her screams
for a connection
I know I don’t walk easily
into the broken tapestry
but the ghosts unborn and craving life
leave the womb inside this nation
(chorus)
So raise me up, I’m an instrument
unstrung and warped, I’m a testament
to the Source beyond the firmnament
that keeps my heart alive
but I’m just a blood flesh woman
tonight
Tiamat broke down the line between the tears of these forgotten crimes
I eat the apple readily and wonderwatch the poison spread
Princesses in their marble halls reading books to tear down the walls
the weapons of a pampered slave, too proud to raise her head
I’m no better teacher, just experienced
these girls have so much that’s dangerous
to a world gone mad, we are the sycophants
in silken thread count beads
and the mirrored Christian, Muslim king
keeps stealing what he’s borrowing
I hope a change is quickening
to the waking of the Dead
Chorus
I said raise me up I can’t see the light
between these quantum feilds of satellites
all dancing to the Shepherd’s lie
like so many sheep in bed
Strings and shattered sound
I am a girl guitar in a piano town
playing only what’s been sung to me through these untuned keys
and the soul’s alive, there’s blood inside
feed the seed I need to die
to give birth to what I fear can only save me now
sygil speak your will to me, in pens that leak a lover’s tree
The white magick marks a part of me I’m willing to sacrifice
but not tonight
“House of Sleep” by Adele Martin. I did the piano 
I seen a One Eyed Man walkin down the road
four horseman in tow
He’s got a smile wider than the newspapers can hold
He’s got em under his throw
1963 the King of Camelot
Sacrificed to their work
1975 the King of the oil
shot by Zion in the desert….
One more holy war
One more Paradise Lost
to the blood thirsty Family
ONe more Kingdom come
I don’t want their Zion
I know they call me crazy but
at least I’m free
You can trace it back through the blood on their hands
Rothschild Merovignians
you cna trace it all the way to the white house door
Adam Weishaupt’s on your dollar man
Bagram, Guantanamo, Abu Graib
Do you think they’re just prisons?
Sacrificial altars to the God who calls us slaves
33rd Degree Pythons
I gotta know
What they try and hide
I got this rigorous intuition
building up inside
Its been goin on way too long
but the more I know the more I blow
my mind there’s no coincidences
In the Rabbit Hole
So just nevermind, turn your iPod up man
But you hear it in the songs now
Don’t look it up, it will drive you mad
Too many scholars got the low down
To rule by secrecy is to rule it all
Democrat or Republican
They wanna tear us down so they can build their hall
draw your line now in the sand
Well I got one middle finger for the puppets on the right
who think that Jesus is gonna save us all if we go down in a fight
And I got one middle finger for the puppets on the left
who think that the government will save us all when we’re
Rollin’ in blood debt
well I am not a god
and I’m not a man
I surely ain’t know Virgin
But I will give my heart to birth the revolution
if it means we’ll be free again
And I will sing down the walls
of the One Eyed Man
Cause your bullets can’t destroy him
