Album Credits:
On January 5, 2020 these four songs were recorded live at Community Music Center in Portland, OR.
Seymour Lovejoy – Recording and mixing engineer, album design and graphics
Margaret Moore – Composer and Pianist
Saori DeBruyn – Vocalist
Moondust
Music and Lyrics Copyright 1988 Margaret Moore
Let me put my arms around you,
Let me put my lips on yours,
Let me take your hand in my hand,
Let me feel the spirit soar.
…Reaching out to claim the world,
Stars are not afraid of darkness
Follow in their track, never looking back
Revel in the sun, finding many treasures one by one….
..Let me put my lips on yours,
Let me take your hand in my hand,
Let me feel your spirit soar.
Playing in the silver moondust,
Dancing in the midst of day.
Stars are not afraid of darkness.
Follow in their track, never looking back.
Let me feel your spirit soar.
Laugh!
Music Copyright 1992, Margaret Moore
Lyrics based upon Pablo Neruda poem
Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon,
Laugh the twisted streets of the island,
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh at the clumsy dumsy who loves you!
Laugh at the tepid tea in the little pot,
Laugh at the willful words in the evening
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh at the strange old person who loves you!
For when I open my eyes and close them,
When my steps go (X-X-X-X), then your steps return.
Bawl in the fall at the pall of the dying moon.
Leap down the twisted streets of the island.
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh with the happy sappy who loves you!
Laugh at the way their king is a ding-a-ling.
Laugh at the way he walks when the bells ring.
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh at the stranger thinking you love him.
For when I open my eyes and close them,
When my steps go (X-X-X-X), then your steps return.
Deny me bread, dear; deny me air;
Deny me, light; make me sigh.
But never, never, never,
No never, never, never lose your laughter,
For I would die!
World In A Bag
Music Copyright 2019 Margaret Moore
Lyrics by Matthew Barrett, Portland Transition Projects,1992
Time is running out…
For a homeless person who doesn’t have much,
There are few things about which we can brag,
Especially when everything you wear, you own, and such
Is summed up in your world in a bag.
That’s how it is when you live on the street.
That’s how it is: you learn about the meaning of gratitude.
For little things like a jacket, and shoes on your feet.
When your world’s in one bag, you have a different attitude!
I’m a homeless person who doesn’t have much.
There are few things about which I can brag,
Carrying everything I own on my back,
This is when I know what it means to lack!
Or pushing a shopping cart filled with my stuff,
That’s when the littlest thing is more than enough.
I’m trying to say, “It’s not a joke, not a prank, not a gag”.
I’m trying to say, it’s what I’m trying to express,
I’m trying to say, “When you’re on the streets
You live with less, and learn to appreciate your world in a bag.”
Wedding Song
Music and Lyrics Copyright 1988 Margaret Moore
There once was a time when this bride was a child,
The bridegroom was young as a run on the hill,
Their fathers were pregnant with plans for the future,
Their mothers were busy, no time to stand still.
I remember how often I fed you and dressed you,
And cleaned up the messes you’d made, and I’d groan.
I remember how often the door would fly open,
You’d bounce in, so tired, sighing, “Mother, I’m home!”
Though it seemed like forever, the time has passed quickly,
and now you are joining another true love,
This one who does need you will give you the courage
to clean up the messes you’ll make plenty of!
I kiss you and bless you, I pray that your marriage
Will give you the grace to learn on your own,
How precious the lives that are shared in the making,
How difficult love when it leaves you alone!
For there will be times when your day turns to darkness,
The other seems vanished, nowhere to be found.
You’ll wander the halls, feeling mad and discouraged,
And listen for echoes and not hear a sound,
And feeling so desperate, but don’t run away,
Accept that your agony cuts to the bone.
For it’s then you’ll be learning the secret of marriage –
Often together, but also alone.
Someday when you’re both where the ocean meets headland,
Where wind combs the trees and dances the rain,
Holding hands you’ll remember your mother and father
Were children once future, and promise, and pain.
Then reach with your souls to the distant horizon,
Plunge in with the fishes, sink happy like stone,
Glad marry the earth to the depth of your meaning
Glad run to the sea, crying, “Mother I’m home!”
