Story Behind the Song
Written while traveling in Antigua, Guatemala in 1990. I wrote the lyrics on a cocktail napkin while sipping coffee at a Guatamalteco-Euro-Americano Bar, with everyone getting drunk and smoking like fiends, ignoring me as I wrote the lyrics to this song. Later that month I came up with the music at San Pedro on Lake Atitlan. What a haunted and beautiful place that is... The back cover and artist picture on the "Reality Bends" CD were taken there as long exposures by candlelight. The photos seemed to capture the essence of the song and album title.
Lyrics
Reality bends to meets your eye, a spectrum seen while passing by.
Gazing through eternity, and your wondering if it ends, searching, searching.
Light years later, celestial equator, 'til the end of time.
Light years later, coming from behind, we end up, right where we've been.
A boulevard of broken dreams, a steel-blue rainy night.
Lost cities, wandering souls, we got so much to hide.
Antigua lies in ruins now, they were swimming against the tide.
Who would have thought, it would have happened,
I've, falling in again, ha ah ah.
Falling, falling, the sirens calling, the well is running over,
with sweet, water, so clean, and so cold.
Falling, falling, bouncing, rolling, sailing, soaring, flying, gliding.
Now free, a once chained soul, oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul.
Jesus, Moses, Buddha, Allah, Mother Nature, Rama, Thor and Zeus.
Gathered by their crystal pool, in the Pleiades, the rainbow ends.
And their wondering what's wrong in Babylon,
and then, they want to find the truce.
Once their garden, a cornucopia, it's plagued, by a race not half-grown, fear and greed upon their land.
Wondering if we're going to make it. It seems we're still so lost, fearing mortality, at any cost.
Oh my Oh, Oh my Oh, Oh my Lord, Oh my Oh, Oh my Lord, Oh my Oh.
Lord, so fine, behold the creation, yet we've got a lot to learn.
And I marvel, wonder, mystery, elation, the miracle of love,
Oh my Lord, Oh my Lord, Oh my Lord.
Reality bends, it'll meet your eye, a spectrum seen while passing by.
Gazing through eternity, and you're wondering if it ends, and you're searching, searching.
When will it end? searching, searching. Who does it end? searching, searching.
What does it end? searching, searching. Who does it end? searching, searching.
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