Susan Cypher/The Nightbird

Susan Cypher/The Nightbird

 Grand Junction, Colorado, USA
BandFolkWorld

Music drawn from her Celtic roots, colored with Latin rhythms, a flamenco feel, and sensuous words, combining a silken voice with stories and songs drenched with magic. The Nightbird is now a duet, with a hand drummer and other various percussion to enhance the feel, adding in Native American flute.

Biography

OVERVIEW: Let me tell you who we are and why The Nightbird exists. I started out singing and telling stories, mythic tales, fairy tales, at Ren Faires and at various local venues. I have also sung rock-and-roll, jazz, blues, and (though far from my favorite) country in various groups before landing on a style that became The Nightbird's sound. In my own writing, I seek capture moments of moonlight (as in Nighttime), the taste of the sea (as in "Siren Song"), dreams of elves and the fair folk. I have been intrigued and influenced by "The Lord of The Rings," and the old Faerie tales and songs. These beings we are fascinated by, so richly colored, danced in our legends, and as I wrote my imagination spun them into life, in both story and song. My writing seeks not to just play the rhythm or sing the notes but what was inside the song. I wanted to bring out the flavor, the "taste" and smell of words. The flavor of the words is what defines this group. They create a picture in your mind, let you savor it, with chocolate for the soul.

We have recently added in the Native American Flute, with a tom-tom accompaniment by Dave. This recent addition has been so sweet, emerging from my own playing with Theresa Joseph and Ambra Scarlett (both amazing players--see below).

My partner, stage name, "The Owl," just joined me recently in creating the music, lending his own special flavoring to the sound. He uses a variety of hand drums (Djembe, tambourine, congas, and Tumba) and other percussion to accompany and dance the song. Though new to the group, his rhythms are strong, but understated, insinuating its way through the song, finishing the sound.

As in many of the oldest Celtic songs, words lead the melody and tell a story. The writing sings with a voice fans say shivers like silver light. The rhythm, supplied by my life partner and drummer, are often Latin, with salsa, Rhumba, Beguine, flamenco, tango, mixed liberally with other ethnic beats and my love of the gypsy tambourine. Jazz fusion, which I was introduced to in college, occasionally creeps in, making the whole something a little different in flavor. Dark, sensuous, tasty, and very often naughty.

Labels such as as Wiccan-folk (Sing Down the Moon was accepted to a collection called "Dark Flowers" and this was their label), Celtic-Latin, or perhaps a Celtic-Gypsy fusion define what we play. We sing of moonlight and celebrate the sacred feminine. If that is what you are seeking, you will like this music.

Writers like Loreena Mckennit, Enya, or Cecilia (in my storytelling style) are closest to our style, but perhaps the writing style might recall Jethro Tull, in our storytelling style.

From here down, I have more of the traditional biography, read if you wish :)

PEOPLE PRAISES: Something that quite often I forget to include. I have many fans that have favorites like "The Torture Chamber," usually requested by males (oddly enough) though I have a fan in Australia who loves it because when she was going to college one of her classes felt that way. "Children of the Dawn" is another requested song with birds who rose from the ground wheeling and making patterns in the sky."No bird has a voice like yours." says Petrella (sweet wonderful lady), renowned as the first lady of Country Soul, who has performed with me twice when touring through the Grand Valley. Mike Nardone Director of A & R, Universal Music Group said, in a review of my music, "I enjoyed listening to your songs"…with "Siren Song" being a "well-written song and my favorite of your three songs" submitted for evaluation. He complimented me on my craftsmanship and said there had "passion and confidence throughout." (I should hope passion:)

If you keep reading you will see highlights of a wonderful and varied career.
SOME OF THE PLACES I HAVE PLAYED: The Avalon Theatre in Grand Junction at The Big Break in the summer of 2001. Lucky me, I was selected from a field of thousands as one of the top 20 acts.

MORE PLACES: The Unity Walk in 1999; writing a new story for the occasion, the 1999, 2000, 2005, 2007 Earth Day Celebrations in Grand Junction; coffee shops (including Java Junction); Grand Junction 125th celebration in 2007; Downtown Grand Junction's Farmer's Market; Colorado Renaissance Faire in Larkspur; Ravenshire Renaissance Faire for the last 4 years (starting in Ren Faires locally when it was at Powderhorn); Celtic Faire in Grand Junction for several years; and have often been a featured performer at The Planet Earth Gallery in Grand Junction for the Dark Show and Goddess Shows from 1999 until now (2009). Her song "Loss," was inspired by a performance in Loveland, Colorado at a benefit concert that raised money for a small boy who was born without ears. I will be performing, as a featured act, at the River of Light Festival in Palisade June 20, 2009.

AND MORE: In 2002 she journeyed to Park City, Utah and performed for the New Artist Radio Awards where she was ele

Lyrics

The Nightbird

Written By: Susan Cypher, The Nightbird

The Nightbird

CH: The Nightbird sings. It sings with the sound of my voice. The Nightbird sings. It cries that I've really no choice. I must mourn. I must release the song that lives so deep. It's the sound of the song of The Nightbird.

V1: Singing with the voice of darkness, the voice of silvery, misty light. Slowly, then more swiftly, the words come into life. The song, the song of The Nightbird.

CH: The Nightbird sings. It sings with the sound of my voice. The Nightbird sings. It cries that I've really no choice. I must mourn, I must release the song that lives so deep. The sound of the song of The Nightbird.

V2: In the dark my voice rings true, the spirits of darkness cry there too. They're crashing, crying, spinning, and dying, singing words of the loss in the song of The Nightbird.

CH: The Nightbird sings. It sings with the sound of my voice. The Nightbird sings. It cries that I've really no choice. I must mourn, I must release the song that lives so deep. The sound of the song of The Nightbird.

V3: Once again, I have no choice, and now the moonlight hears my voice. It sweating, burning, shaking, and burning, with sounds of love in the song of The Nightbird.

The Nightbird sings. It sings with the sound of my voice. The Nightbird sings. It cries that I've really no choice. I must rejoice, I must release the song that lives so deep. The sound of the song of The Nightbird. It's the sound of the song of the Nightbird, the Song of the Nightbird.

Magpies

Written By: Susan Cypher, The Nightbird

Magpies

V2: They came to the funeral, said the right words, were first in line to the coffins. They cried and they moaned and held the bereaved and said how they missed him so often. That you'd think they had known him and loved him so well. You'd think that they all thought him really quite swell.

CH: But these are the Magpies, they thrive on the leavings. They live for gossiping, pain, and believing, that they know it all. Their opinion is better. They know it all. Their wet is much wetter than yours or mine.

V2: They were first in the line when the widow was bereft. They organized, patronized, suffered with zest. Yet when he was still alive they were so cruel. His life was belittled, he was hurt, ridiculed. For gossip and other peoples lives do sustain them. They live to destroy others dreams and disdain them.

CH: But these are the Magpies, they thrive on the leavings. They live for gossiping, pain, and believing, that they know it all. Their opinion is better. They know it all. Their wet is much wetter than yours or mine.

V3: Their taste for blood makes a vampire blush. Yet those of us who look on them with disgust, may find that we can be magpies too. We can fall prey to their false attitudes. So if you know someone who's a little bit daft. Look at them with tolerance you've no right to laugh.

CH2: Don't be a magpie, don't thrive on the leavings. Leave other their dignity in pain and their grieving. Please be kind when you see someone's soul bared. Please reach out hands and let all know that you care, from beginning to end. Don't be a false friend.

V4: And, oh you fool magpies will be sad to see. You'll be condemned with your last breath that you've spoke insincere to loved ones so dear. You'll find that you've earned a cursed death. For you'll realize all who mourn you so true, will only be magpies and false just like you.

CH2: Oh don't be a magpie, don't thrive on the leavings. Leave others their dignity in pain and their grieving. Please be kind when you see someone's soul bared. Please reach out hands and let all know that you care, from beginning to end. Don't be a false friend. Don't be a false friend. Be true in the end.

Demon Lover

Written By: Susan Cypher, The Nightbird

Demon Lover

V1: Demon lover, come to me, fly across the storm-clad sea. Demon lover bring your touch so softly. Demon lover, magic eyes thrilling me with velvet sighs. Demon lover set my soul on fire.

CH: I hear your call. I feel your touch, want your love, await your lust. You comfort me with your embrace. Enslave my soul with your sweet face, enchantment.

V2: How I have been so ensnared. Lost within your web and scared. Moving shadows of two forms entwining. Even when you let me go, your kisses burn within my soul, searing mind and body with desire.

CH: I hear your call. I feel your touch, want your love, await your lust. You comfort me with your embrace. Enslave my soul with your sweet face, enchantment.

V3: Now I know I'll never be free. Your kisses burn in memory. I hear and smell and taste those searing moments. I'm lost, I stand within the day. Dreams of you enshroud the way. Demon lover, I am yours forever.

I hear your call, feel your touch, want your love, await your lust. You comfort me, enslave me. Enchantment, forever, enchantment, forever.

Sing Down The Moon

Written By: Susan Cypher

Sing Down The Moon

CH: Sing down the moon and lay it down gently. Sing down the moon from the heavens above. It lights the night with soft silv’ry sweetness. Oh why don’t you sing down the moon.

V1: I dreamt about walking alone in the moonlight, strolling with stars bright above in the sky. I listened while crickets sang and leaves rustled softly. The breeze touched my skin as it slipped through the night, and….CH:

VII: And now I am here, awake in the moonlight. Spiders are weaving their magical webs. Nightbirds are singing, and owls are a’winging. And as I listen, their song fills my head with…CH:

VIII: So I dance in the moonlight with night’s other creatures and feel as if time is holding its breath. No one’s here to watch me, alone in the moonlight. At last I am ready to go to my bed, but…CH:

Tag: But when the moonlight is pure and it beckons with magic and mystery, I’ll ask you again to…. CH:

By: Susan Cypher

Missing

Written By: Susan Cypher

Missing

VI: How do you feel when someone's missing. Where do you look when they are no longer there. They answer no longer to the role call. You reach out to touch them, come back with thin air, with thin air.

CH: Yet when you think of them they are so real. You see them smiling and know how they feel. Where they live deep inside, even gone they reside in your mind.

VII: As I sit crying memories crowd me. Some bittersweet, some painful, some glad. A part of me is reaching inwards, reaching for comfort in the thoughts that I've had, Oooh.

Bridge: Pictures run by of the times in my life when he figured largely to me. There he is laughing at some old lame joke. Here he is giving so free, so free.

VIII: The sweetness in his soul gives me comfort. I worry no more, I know where he has gone, gone where pain no more can touch him. Held by God's arm so infinitely warm, oh so warm.

CHII: Yet when I think of him, he is so real. I see him smiling and know how he feels. Where he lives deep inside, even gone he resides in my mind.

VIV: Now we release, yet hold him so close. His place so empty yet filled. Love that he gave to us yet lingers on. In memory's eye he loves still, he loves still. Though he spoke his love not in so many words, if you listened hard with your heart, you would no surely you'd know that he cared. You would know right from the start that he burned deep inside from the love that he'd hide from us all.

VI: How do you feel when someone's missing. Where do you look when they are no longer there. They answer no longer to the role call. You reach out to touch them, come back with thin air, with thin air.

CH: Yet when you think of them they are so real. You see them smiling and know how they feel. Where they live deep inside, even gone they reside in your mind, in my mind, in our minds.

By: Susan Cypher

Wishes

Written By: Susan Cypher

WISHES

Over the mountain, under the moon the hawk flies, riding the silver wind of night, the hawk flies. Soaring through the sky, freedom passing by. Wish I could dream, free as you seem.

Fantasies rise beneath the moon where hawks fly, riding the silver wind of night where hawks fly. As my dreams shall rise, I shall take the skies. I too shall dream, free as you seem. I too shall dream, free as you seem.

Dreams are rising high in the night sky. They come from your desire to my heart. Dreams are rising high in the day sky. Wake and let your dreams come to life. Dreams are rising high in the night sky. They come from your desire to my soul. Dreams are rising high in the day sky. Wake and let your dreams make you whole.

Over the mountain, under the moon, the hawk flies. Riding the silver wind of night the hawk flies. Over the mountain, under the moon, the hawk flies. Riding the silver wind of night, the hawk flies, the hawk flies. Over the mountain, under the moon, riding the silver wind, the hawk flies, the hawk flies.

Siren Song

Written By: Susan Cypher

SIREN SONG

Sirens sing on a cold velvet morning, crying out for me. What’s their sound on a cold velvet morning? Clouds, mountains, and sea.

They call to me, sing so sweetly. Voices of the sea, sing so sweetly now, yes now. Rising sun on a cold velvet morning, burning through the mist, cuts the chill on a cold velvet morning, gives my eyes a kiss. It shines on me, golden touches. His face I see, in the light of morn, chill morn.

And the Sirens sing on a cold velvet morning, crying out for me. What’s their song on a cold velvet morning? Clouds, mountains, and sea.

They call me to me, sing so sweetly, voices of the sea, sing so sweetly now. Yes, now. So I lay in the cold velvet morning, stretch and reach for him. Love flows sweet on the cold velvet morning while it’s soft and dim. We celebrate the dawn, breathing each other. Loves lingers on, into the light of day, sweet day,

And the siren’s sing in the cold velvet morning, crying out for me, singing with his voice in the cold velvet morning of clouds, mountains and sea.

Mists seem to rise with the singing. I lose my way for just one sweet moment more, one moment more.

Then the siren’s song in the cold velvet morning fades away from me, fades into the dawn of a cold velvet morning of clouds of mountains, and sea; clouds, mountains, and sea; clouds, mountains, and sea. And the sirens sing on a cold velvet morning crying out for me. What’s their song on a cold velvet morning—clouds, mountains, and…sea.

By: Susan Cypher

Nighttime

Written By: Susan Cypher

Nighttime in My Garden

Nighttime in my garden in the summer. Magic is in the air. Moonlight floods my senses. The wind lifts my hair. The trees towering above me lift their ghostly arms in the moonlight. As they sway, I imagine they worship her full form, cold, soft, and bright. As I sit here playing my guitar, it sounds so sweet, and I find my imaginings running wild with my heartbeat. As the magic swirls this night, a genie rises with the wind of delight. He appears before me and holds my helpless gaze in his blue eyes like sea.

As he reaches for me, I’m spellbound, hold my breath and wait. I cannot help but feel he holds my life, my fate. As he pulls me to him, I melt in total ecstasy, as I see that my lover is not unknown to me. My genie lover stands revealed as you, holder of my hand and my heart. You’ve come to join me and share this dream of magical mystical moonlight and dark.

By: Susan Cypher

To Dance

Written By: Susan Cypher

TO DANCE

VI: So she danced in the moonlight, holding forth her hands. Spinning she danced in the moonlight, reaching out to the land. Stars fell and whispered. The leaves swayed in time. Wind sang and beat out a soft ancient rhyme.

VII: Next, she danced in the sunlight lifting her arms so high. She leapt and spun in the sunlight, reaching up to the sky. Clouds gathered round her, rainbows sprung from her hair. The earth rose to meet her as she danced upon the air.

CH: And joy is in her rhythm. Within her heart beats fire. Beneath her feet lies hope and peace, as a prayer that lifts her higher. Joy is in her rhythm. Within her heart beats fire. Beneath her feet is hope and peace, as a prayer that lifts her higher.

VIII: As she sways, her body becomes the music and the beat. Soon she is not dancing with just her hips and feet. Now she is rising so high above the land. She dances in her soul with the spirit hand and hand, and joy is in her rhythm. Within her heart beats fire. Beneath her feet lies hope and peace, as a prayer that lifts her higher. Within her heart beats fire. Beneath her feet lies hope and peace, as a prayer that lifts her higher.

Now she reaches out to you with a smile on her face, reaching hands out to you with her infinite grace. You, too, can dance to your heart’s own true beat. You, too, can let it joyous rhythm guide your feet. You, too, can dance to your heart’s own true beat. You, too, can let it joyous rhythm guide your feet. Yes. You, too, can dance to your heart’s own true beat. You, too, can let it joyous rhythm guide your feet.

CH: And joy will be in your rhythm, within your heart will be fire. Beneath your feet will be hope and peace as a prayer that lifts you higher. Joy will be in your rhythm, within your heart will be fire. Beneath your feet will be hope and peace as a prayer that lifts you higher, as a prayer that lifts you higher, as a prayer that lifts…you higher.

By: Susan Cypher

We are the Same

Written By: Susan Cypher

WE ARE THE SAME

VI: A homeless man sat by the side of the road, his body a tattered and broken load. Emotions were killed by the uncaring years. He long ago cried the last of his tears.

CH: But we are the same you and I, as we walk under the same big sky, crying tears when there’s pain. We are the same.

VI: With only a thin blanket covering his form, the crowds hurried past as he tried to keep warm. I saw him sitting there so cold, his face so vacant, his body so old.

CH: But we are the same you and I, as we walk under the same big sky, crying tears when there’s pain. We are the same.

VII: As I passed on by, his face filled with pain. I knew he’d never be whole again. His
sadness he wore like a hovering cloud. He looked into me, his eyes screamed aloud. “Once I had a family that loved me, or tried. Once I smiled as I walked hand and hand with my bride. But all of that’s left and gone. Still memory lingers on, tortures my aching mind.

VI: A homeless man sat by the side of the road, his dreams a tattered and broken load. Emotions were killed by the uncaring years. He long ago cried the last of his tears.

CH: But we are the same you and I, as we walk out of life into the sky. Where nothing is pain. We’re not alone. Where the one calls God welcomes us home. We are the same, you and I, as we walk under the same big sky, crying tears when there’s pain. We are the same; we are the same. We are the same; we are the same. We are the same.

By: Susan Cypher

Wind's Song

Written By: Susan Cypher

Wind’s Song

Spoken: Upon a windy field I heard the harpers tuning their lutes. I sat in the grass, oh so silently, awaiting the magic of sound. At first, there was only the fretted sounds of notes trying to come to an agreement. Yet even that had beauty. At last the harpers began to strum, the drummers began to drum, and the music flowed sweetly over me like rain on a warm summer’s day.

Upon a windy field I lay on the grass so darkly greening. The music came and swept me up to the songs the children sang, to the songs the children sang, and my heart with music rang. And when the harpers played the tune, the notes soon took their flight into the memory of that day of perfect sweet delight. On the wings of sound I whirled away, with the music’s sweet perfume. Like a lover the sunshine kissed my face and swept across the tune.

Spoken: To the sounds of the harpers’ wild playing I danced. In joy I danced. In sorrow I danced. I danced with tears flowing down my face. I whirled and I spun, while the music carried me away. As tears flowed down my smiling face, I rose from off the land, and joined the tune in wild sweet joy, as I whirled into the dance, as I whirled into the dance, as I whirled into the dance. And when the music began to fade, the wind laid me gently down, and with one joyous last caress swept on throughout the town, swept on throughout the town, swept on throughout the town.

CH: Upon a windy field I lay on the grass so darkly greening. The music came and swept me up to the songs the children sang, to the songs the children sang, and my heart with music rang.

Spoken: And when the music began to fade, it left me, whispering sweet promises of more.

By: Susan Cypher

Imaging

Written By: Susan Cypher

IMAGING

VI: The wind soars through me. It blows fierce and free. It sings in my soul, and it roars in the trees. Power arises with dust and storm. I fly on the clouds and its rage keeps me warm. Raising my arms I release all I am. My form changes swiftly, and now where I stand flies a bird, rising high, beating wings in the night, fleeing earth, finding life in the sky.

CH: All of the magic is here in my heart. I need only courage to find my lost art, for I know that once when only a child, I could move freely, move free bold and wild. Chasing rainbows and catching fire in my hands.

Sometimes I imagine I’m not who I am. It seems that my memories are not of this land, for my thoughts flame through the shattering breeze. My heart’s full of sky. My mind fills with trees. I long to run along wild on the sand, to rush through the tide and spring free of this land. To be one with the earth, singing songs of its birth, spinning free, singing truth with my cries.

CH: All of the magic is here in my heart. I need only courage to find my lost art, for I know that once when only a child, I could move freely, move free bold and wild. Chasing rainbows and catching fire in my hands.

VIII: The wind soars through me. It blows fierce and free. It sings in my soul, and it carries my dreams. Power arises in the heart of the storm. The clouds are beneath me. I rise and I’m warm. All that I know of the land down below seems hollow and empty a memories glow, and I fly, fierce and wild as I did when a child, fleeing earth, catching fire in my hands.

CH: All of the magic is here in my heart. I need only courage to find my lost art, for I know that once when only a child, I could move freely, move free bold and wild. Chasing rainbows and catching fire, chasing rainbows and catching fire, chasing rainbows and catching fire in my hands.

By: Susan Cypher

The Torture Chamber

Written By: Susan Cypher

The Torture Chamber

Early in the morning at the break of day, people here are screaming and crying lack-a-day. I am sitting, waiting for the sun to rise. Drinking jasmine tea and smiling at their cries.

CH: For I am the headsman. I make torture fun. Fun for me, if not for you till setting of the sun. Now I'll stretch my muscles and limber up my thighs. My job consists of causing pain for victims of all size.

I have various instruments and tools that I do use, a whip for her, a clamp for him, and even old thumbscrews. I look around my dungeon, my smile so brightly beams. I will soon have victims who'll scream such lovely screams.

CH: For I am the headsman. I make torture fun. Fun for me, if not for you till setting of the sun. Now I'll stretch my muscles and limber up my thighs. My job consists of causing pain for victims of all size.

V3: Now the sun has risen. I must begin my work. The king would never like it, if I were to shirk. I open up my door and watch my victims cringe. I savored their fear moment (mmmmmm) and then the fun begins (hmmm, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, HA!).

CH: For I am the headsman. I make torture fun. Fun for me, if not for you, till setting of the sun. Now I'll stretch my muscles and limber up my thighs. My job consists of causing pain for victims of all size. My job consists of causing pain for victims of all size. My job consists of causing pain.... for victims half my size. YES!

By: Susan Cypher

I Am

Written By: Susan Cypher

I Am

CH: Storm forms the earth, and the earth forms in me. I am a child of the wind. Storm forms the earth, and the earth forms in me. I am a child of the rain.

V1: I am the lightening, the thunder’s cold sound, the clouds that ride by in the sky. I am the drops of cold winter’s rain, falling down from on high. I am the skies awakening cries shouting back at the sun. I am leaves. I’m the earth, death and rebirth. I’m in all things. I am one. CH:

V2: I am cool shadow on tormented streets, the sizzle of hot summer days. I am the blowing of soft summer winds, easing the smothering haze. I am the splash of reflections on snow that glows with an unearthly light, and I’m in the swirl of crystal blue waters bringing mountains down in my flight. CH:

V3: I am chill. I am heat. Earth’s taste, her heartbeat. I connect with her deep and grow strong. From her breast I arose and her arms shall enfold at the end when I’m done with my song.

CH2: Storm forms the earth, and the earth forms in me. I am a child of the wind. Storm forms the earth, and the earth forms in me. I am a child of the rain. I am a child of the rain. I am a child of the wind, for I am a child of I Am.

By: Susan Cypher

Sweet Revenge

Written By: Susan Cypher

Sweet Revenge

CH: Into the woods the dog goes riding on a great white horse. Time was when the dog was me and the horse my accused lover, of course. But my husband was a warlock and jealous as sin. He thought this funnier than doing us in, so I ride and dream about hands and feet, eat what I find and howl in my mind for my loss. (Owoooo!).

VI: Yet perhaps he’s not as smart as he seems—the warlock, my husband who troubles my dreams—for he’s left me my mind, though changing my form. Therefore I’m able to do him great harm. I’m going to have Gerard the horse, you know, take me to the place where the nightshade doth grow. Then I’ll take nightshade so deadly and fine, and mix it with lettuce in his garden sublime. CH:

VII: Revenge will be sweet when his salad he eats. He’ll fall deeply, darkly, unawakeably asleep. Then I will come with my night-bound schemes. As a witch I can still travel nightmares and dreams. Then I’ll come as I was before transformation, make him watch Gerard and I in sweet consummation. As we hold each other under the covers, he’ll see that Gerard was never my lover, until now. CH:

VIII: Then when he dies because of nightmares, I’ll return to my form, my throne, and my peers. No-one will know that I did him in. Gerard and I will marry and of course we will win. Then will I grieve for a suitable time, but I’ll laugh up my sleeve and sing all the time. If you cause pain for others it’s true, what you send out will come back threefold to you, what you send out will come back threefold to you, what you send out will come back threefold to you.

CH2: This much I’ll say if you rip lives apart, be careful to not leave a strong beating heart. If you do, you may find that you’ve been undone, though you have a power that equals the sun, you will be undone, you will be undone, as he was undone.

By: Susan Cypher

David's Song

Written By: Susan Cypher

David’s Song

Spoken: Chained, alone, and broken-hearted she waited in the dark. Long had been the days since they took her from her home, and she wept, crying out his name.

CH: Oh, a dream, a waking dream, a dream that lasts and lasts of sky-clouded beauty in an endless age once past. Through my dream rides knights on stallions, shining with sweet sweat. A chain-ed maiden waits in a castle dark crying with eyes wet.

V1: Here I am I see it all as mistress of the dream. They await my merest thoughts to bring to life my scheme.

CH: Oh, a dream, a waking dream, a dream that lasts and lasts of sky-clouded beauty in an endless age once past. Through my dream rides knights on stallions, shining with sweet sweat. A chain-ed maiden waits in a castle dark crying with eyes wet.

V2: Here I am. I take her place, await the knight’s sweet kiss. He comes to me and sweeps me off into days laden with bliss.

CH: Oh, a dream, a waking dream, a dream that lasts and lasts of sky-clouded beauty in an endless age once past. Through my dream rides knights on stallions, shining with sweet sweat. A chain-ed maiden waits in a castle dark crying with eyes wet.

V3: We ride through the surf and sand, flirting with the sun. Night fades down, time resumes, day is done.

CH2: Oh, that dream, that waking dream, of wonder and release, for in my dream I live at times and there I find sweet peace, sweet peace. Oh come to me and hear my cries, my knight of glorious days. Save me from this lonely fate, lead me to the light always. Let me stay within this dream, live within your arms. Enfold me knight within this night and fill me with your charms.

Tag: Oh a dream, waking dream, a dream that lasts, Oh a dream, a waking dream, a dream that lasts, dream that lasts and lasts, dream that lasts and lasts.

By: Susan Cypher

For My Children

Written By: Susan Cypher

For My Children

CH: Come child, come take my hand and walk with me through life’s hot dusty sands. I’ll point you towards the ocean’s roar, and we will sit in silence on the shore. We’ll hold life close and smile into the sun, and let the moonlight wash us as day’s done. We’ll hold life close and smile into the sun, and let the moonlight wash us as day’s done

CH: But soon I must let you go away. You’ve grown so tall and fair. I must let you soar aloft with stars upon your hair. Just remember this, my love, I’m always standing near. Just call out if you need my love. I’m always waiting here. For you will ever be my child.

V2: I’ve seen you grow in mind and soul and heart. I’ve heard your dreams and watched you stand apart. Climb on now, climb on into life. It’s hard to let you go amidst such strife. I want to wrap my arms around and hold you very near, and in this way remove my every fear. I want to wrap my arms around and hold you very near, and in this way remove my every fear.

CH: But I must let you go now, though I don’t understand. Weren’t you yesterday a babe just learning how to stand. Just remember this, my love, I’m always standing here, and if you’re ever afraid my love, just call and I’ll be near, for you will always be my child.

VII: Come child now rise and go. I’ll guide you yet a little moment more. I’ll help you if and when I can, but time is drawing nigh you’ll leave my hand. My heart with pride will break with pride to see you soar. Then tremble when you fall and rise once more. ‘Cause I must recall the truth that burns and burns, it’s only through life’s bitter pain you learn. Yes, I must recall the truth that burns and burns. It’s only through life’s bitter pain you learn.

VI: And soon I must let you go away. You’ve grown so tall and fair. I must let you soar aloft with stars upon your hair. Just remember this, my love, I’m always standing near. Just call out if you need my love. I’m always waiting here. For you will ever be my child. Yes, you will ever be my child. Yes, you will always be…my child.

By: Susan Cypher

Discography

Discography: CDs—Songs of the Dark (10 songs), In the Moments Between Dreaming (11 songs). CD compilation Dark Flowers at Cd Review Network with her song "Nighttime in My Garden. Streaming songs at various websites including Soundclick.com, Cdbaby.com, IUMA.com with song selections such as For My Children, The Torture Chamber, Demon Lover, Wind Song, Sing Down the Moon, To Dance. Web radioplay at New Artist Radio with song selections David's Song, Nighttime in My Garden, and Wishes. I also had 2 of my songs picked up on a fellow artist's station called "Magick."

Set List

My sets go anywhere from 40-45 minutes (in some settings I even do as much as 60 minutes or as short a time as 30 minutes). I have about 4 strong sets of just originals and stories. With cover songs can do a 5th and 6th. Following find some sample sets :) Most of these have the addition of a variety of hand percussion.

Set 1
Imaging (Keyboards or Guitar)
There was a Lady (Guitar)
Wishes (3:35, Keyboards or Guitar)
Siren Song (Guitar, 4:02)
Children of the Dawn (5:01, Guitar)
Sing Down the Moon (Guitar)
True Love (Guitar)
Moonflight Fantasy (10:00, Guitar-story in song)
The Knight in Dented Green Armor (2:41, Guitar. Also has a story that can be told with it)
The Torture Chamber (2:46, Guitar)
Magpies (Guitar)
Demon Lover (Keyboards or Guitar)

Set 2
I Am (3:19, Guitar)
David's Song (3:23, Guitar)
The Night Wing (Guitar, song in story)
Nighttime in My Garden (Keyboards or Guitar)
Wind's Song (4:21, Keyboards or Guitar)
The Fruita Song of Magical Mysterious Things