Story Behind the Song
We often refer to an idea as a ray of light or lightbulb going on, essentially, a plain white light. When a beam of white light travels through a quartz crystal it comes out the other end as a rainbow of light. Because of this, some American Indian tribes believe it to be the most powerful crystal. It also made me think about a wonderful person who is so smart and creative that when I put one of my ideas (a beam of white light) into her mind she comes back with a rainbow of ideas, questions, etc. At the same time this person is so beautiful that even gods must fantasize about her. Many cultures call natural elements like earth, wind, fire, and water their gods. In this poem/song I fantasize they are talking to me about her. It was written at a time when we were already close friends yet had never touched. It is about how the gods of wind, water, and earth get to touch her yet fire and I do not, though we would like to.
I felt such a person described above deserved to have fun, funky, danceable music to her poem.
Lyrics
Quartz Crystal Eyes
With the magic of quartz crystal in your eyes, from plain light colors arise…
Lazy mid-afternoon thoughts on a lazy mid-afternoon walk,
no one around to influence my thoughts.
Only the wind whispers to me on this walk
of how it is to play with your hair,
how it is to caress your pores,
play with your hair and caress your pores!
You make even natural elements fantasize, with the magic of quartz crystal in your eyes.
From plain light colors arise, through your quartz crystal eyes.
Lazy mid-afternoon on a hammock,
the rock wall protects from waves that splash on it.
No one around to influence my thoughts,
only water whispers to me after my walk
of how it is to submerge your body,
As you dance and move, ah, to submerge your body,
as you, as you dance and move!
You make even natural elements fantasize, with the magic of quartz crystal in your eyes.
From plain light colors arise, through your quartz crystal eyes.
With the magic of quartz crystal in your eyes,
from plain light colors arise.
Like a third eye helping me see through my plight,
you make colors when I only see plain light.
You make even natural elements fantasize, with the magic of quartz crystal in your eyes.
From plain light colors arise, through your quartz crystal eyes.
Lazy mid-afternoon day,
the canyon echoes whatever I say.
No one around to influence my thoughts,
only the earth answers to me on this walk
of how it is to rest with you as you take a seat!
You make even natural elements fantasize, with the magic of quartz crystal in your eyes.
From plain light colors arise, through your quartz crystal eyes.
From plain light colors arise through your, your quartz, your quartz, your crystal eyes!
So it is that fire rages on, desiring just one touch of your quartz crystal eyes.
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