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Dar Boha

 © 2013 cd floro

 

Tribute to the converted hunting lodge that served as shelter and home for the Bridge Mountain Experience of the 1960s that I shared. She was spiritual home for us travelers who came, stayed and loved her for a time, then left for other places, other lives. Oh Dan? He's in an ashram in the Himalayas, still putting logs on the fire. (Update: Dan is in the Boston area now.)

 

Stealin' the Light

© 2013 cd floro ascap

Hau Mitakuyapi. "Stealin' the Light" is a song written for the Sissetonwan-Wahpetonwan Dakota Oyate, mitakodas, my oyate, for their "Idle No More" observance . . . standing in unity with other indigenous peoples against forces of oppression. To all who stand for Mother Earth pidamiya do!

 

Song for Aiyana

© 2015 cd floro, ascap

 

Rest easy beautiful child

rest gentle beautiful soul

 

This world is heavy and cold

purity struggles to be bold

now fly free, fly free

Aiyana is flying free

 

Rest easy beautiful child

rest gentle beautiful soul

 

All those who love you

would hold on if they could

they cry out your name

but in your name might

raise the world higher

make it warmer

for sake of others

with similar feathers

 

Raise vibration

of the big song

going on around

and underneath

the ground

 

Rest easy beautiful child

rest gentle beautiful soul

 

Aiyana

 

In memory of

Aiyana Catherine-Germaine Englund

Born: September 18, 2000

Died: November 03, 2015

 

Santa Cruz Mind

©2013 by cd floro, ascap

Tribute to friend Kim Emminger (Komet) back in Santa Cruz Safe from those evil birds flying in LA. Remembering Bridge Mountain, Alba Road, the days of glass, and the music ... always the music.

 

With Terry Hazen and my family members - Zeke, Alesia, Daniel, Crystal, Mikhail, and William.

 

Night City Blues

© 2013 cd floro, ascap

 

Footage shot in Chicago New Years 2014.

 

Sea Dream

or Ridin' Down to Bailol*

© 2014 cd floro, ascap

 

Rode a horse

outa a dream

to the sea

 

Rode a horse

at midnight

to the sea

 

Giddyaup in the water

Past the lighthouse

 

Giddyaup in the water

Not ever comin' back

 

A'ridin' down

the dark

'neath the waves

 

A'ridin' down

in dark

can't see your sky

 

Water travelin'

to find happiness

 

Water trav'ler for

love never had above

 

Some say love is dead

'n gone

some say

 

Some say love is dead

'n gone

might be

 

Lookin' for love

in sea dream world

 

Lookin' for love

bottom of the sea

 

Turn in the saddle

look 'round

no light remains

 

Turn in the saddle

no light behind

maybe ahead

 

Waves show ahead

shimmering glow

 

Trails end hitchin' post

on a land below

 

in a dream

fellas

in a

dream

 

in a

sea

dream

 

*To Micronesians, heaven beneath the sea.

 

Resucitation: a song, a hope

© 2015 cd floro, ascap

 

Hau mitakuyapi. Damakota sni, wasicu. Sota wicasta emakiyapi. Chuck Floro. Cante was'te ya nape ceyuzapi. Hello, my relatives. I am not Dakota, but White. My Indian name is Sota Wicasta, my English name is Chuck Floro. I shake your hand with a good heart. And I apologize to the elders and others who may take offense at a White man writing a song for the Oyate, but in many ways over the years you have become my people. And my spirit cries for what is happening to your heart.

 

Untamed Whispers

© 2015 cd floro, ascap

Dedicated to nephew W.B.

 

Untamed whispers whispers from wilds of the mind

 

settle down as rain on hair and face

 

embrace the journey she is your child

 

Unknown mooring cast off lines set off free

 

Unencumbered by geometry of cities

 

Leanin' on walking stick headin' through wildwood kitchens

 

Flowers, we grew them in sixties fashion and ate them

 

in hillside groves we danced in unfilmed movies

 

you were a sparrow chirping from the throat

 

Longings grow tardy at the cabin door, and got no strength to knock

 

Briefly candle shines but no one comes

 

the big door is our own to open and to close

 

I chew bones and howl as coyotes do across a barren place

 

where did it all go the redwood steeples

 

I am not friendless but alone tonight with whispers

 

Tonight I am alone with these whispers come from wilds of the mind from the wild and gentle rain settling down on hair and face

 

a voice calls me come, return to the journey

 

voice calls me come, return to the journey

 

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