Lyrics on the album ‘Juzz Flirtin’
- Get Away
- Hey You
- Orange Blossoms …
- More than matter
- The Wizard
- Obsession
- Call of the Muse
- Minuano
- Butterfly
- Dig It
- The Voice
Get Away
Lyric by Léah Kline
music by Joost van der Knaap
What the hell am I goin’ to do?
God some days are so blue
And I get so confused
Everything makes me feel used.
Up is where I need to be.
Up is what will set me free.
Up is climbing up a tree
singing and laughing
Why the detour in the road?
Why the weighted heavy load?
Too many choices nowhere to go
I spread myself thin
have nothing to show.
Up is where I need to be.
Up is what will set me free.
Up is going to the sea
singing and dancing
Get away, Really away
Get away get away to return to today
Got to get that feeling back
Don’t you know how it feels to be real?
Come on! Sing a song! And get that feeling back.
Hey You
Lyric by Léah Kline
Music by Dirk Balthaus
Hey I recognize your disguise
I am here
Let me whisper in your ear
something that will bring you back
something beautiful, inspiring, light and gay
Then you can go
on your way.
Hey you!
You there with hand on your chin.
Staring at the sky
boredom in your eyes.
Are you lost?
At what cost?
Are you waiting for life to pass you by?
or waiting for the thrill to kick in.
Hey you.
You there with your head hanging down
concerned with a frown
staring at the ground.
Are you hiding?
Been trying
too hard to figure out what it’s all about
or for someone to look you in the eye?
He- ey I recognize your disguise
I am here.
Let me whisper in your ear
something that will bring you back.
something beautiful, inspiring, light and gay
Then you can go on your way
or just put in your pocket.
Hey you.
I’ll trade you a whisper for a smile
Trade your disguise
for something wiser:
Your lie for the truth.
Don’t be lost
at the cost of Today
My whisper’s on the way,
on the wind
just open up your ears
and let me whisper something in.
———
Orange Blossoms In Summertime
Music by Curtis Lundy
Lyric by Kurt Elling
When winter is on again,
fragrance ends
and the withered leaves
drift down from the dying trees
as they find release.
I’ll remember it:
the sweet perfume of
orange blossoms in summer time.
And when we are far apart,
and my heart
feels a winter chill.
I’ve got to lay down and cry.
But I know, by and by,
that I’ll remember it:
the sweet perfume of
orange blossoms in summer time.
More Than Matter
Poem by Léah Kline
More than matter,
nothing matters more
than being high,
on synergy.
Believe me!
We, Two,
solid forms of matter,
scatter into shattered specks
by a look.
Simple look.
Accidental,
sentimental,
Vulnerable.
a few seconds in a parallel universe….
and pfwaaa!
the portal opens,
the vacuum sucks,
and will? goes bust
as if will were a mere speck of dust;
an ant-sized influence
in the spectrum of universal dominance…
as if THAT even matters.
In the end,
(in the beginning)
it’s always the light;
the light energy.
synergy
(Believe me)
that draws,
gives cause.
Shaaaa
Kaboommm
light attracts light
and we sky-rocket upwards…
floating towards the unknown….
away from darkness,
drawn to do things,
(to play things)
we never did before,
before…..
before?
unlike solid matter,
nothing matters more
than the matter of being high.
bright
white
light
The Wizard
Lyric by Léah Kline
Music by Dirk Balthaus
Last night there was a wizard
flying above my head
presenting me with potions,
delivering me from dread
The path on which I wandered,
switched back and forth to home
But the wizard kept me moving,
kept me moving on my own.
The first potion made me free to laugh
to laugh and dance about.
The rhythm in my body
exceeded the words I wanted to shout.
The second potion opened me
to a voice; from the universe
telling me that “life is a present.
The presence of now is it’s course.”
By the time I turned the corner,
there he sat in wait.
With his cloak he took me in
and delivered me my fate;
A look into the future
with a potion red and white
A light from within my dreams
eliminated night.
I looked and searched to understand
where I sat and why.
The answer was clear,
the one I would hurt
and how it would make us cry.
But the wizard he’s smart
His magic is brief.
He left me in pain
His cloak at my feet
All I have left is a headache severe
and the answer of action;
the one that was so clear.
I remember the wizard
though night is now day
and hope that in my confusion
he may again come my way.
———
Obsession
Lyric by Léah Kline
Music by Dirk Balthaus
Obsession Obsession
become my possession
Obsession, Obsession
must make this confession
You are a brew
too great to be true
One part real, one part fantasy
and with time, this obsession,
brewed and stirred,
boiled and toiled,
you become
baked in my mind.
A mixture of time.
Parts are real, parts desire, parts fantasy
and there you rise from the vapors of my stew
a fantastic image of desire’s blue
To feast my hungry heart on …….
Hungry eyes, hungry hands, hungry mouth.
Licking at the vapors of obsession’s wounds
swallowing deep the heated fantasy’s store
coming up flamed and hungrier than before.
Obsession Obsession
I find I’m distressed
I am starving from the vapors alone
Sick with hallucinations and dreams
afraid to leave the den
afraid to leave the dream
afraid to face the sunlight, in my sickly way
Afraid to go and search
Afraid to go and find,
this strange profound obsession and
attempt to make it mine.
Call of the muse
Music by Joost van der Knaap
Lyric by Joost van der Knaap and Léah Kline
I don’t care what they think about
You and I.
I don’t care as long as you believe.
I don’t care what they say about
You and I,
just as long as you make my heart sing
and you receive
all the songs that I know
have been here inside.
I know they have always been there
but were never set free.
You had the key that was needed
to open a door,
and the music flows out
like never before.
‘Cause I finally woke up
to the “call of the muse”
and I’m free.
I don’t care what they think about
You and I.
I don’t care as long as you believe.
I don’t care what they say about
You and I,
just as long as you make my heart sing
and you receive
all the songs that I know
have been here inside.
I know they have always been there
but were never set free.
My doubts and my worries have vanished.
You’ve opened a door,
and the songs that I sing
are so simple and pure.
And I finally woke up
to the “call of the muse”.
I’m finally awake.
It’s the call of the muse.
I finally woke up
to the call of the muse…
And I’m free.
Minuano
Music by Pat Metheny and Lyle Mays
Lyric by Kurt Elling
Originally titled “Minuano (Six Eight)” from the 1987 recording Still Life (Talking)
Day comes slowly – absorbing the darknesses softly.
Night leaves gently – her beauty is spent, and she rises.
I step into the lightness – I hear you.
You’re calling me out of my sadness.
Your flowering wonders are calling me home.
Darkness lingers – but always surrenders to loving.
Darkest midnight – is swallowed in oceans of laughter.
I follow into lightness – I hear you.
You’re calling me out of my sadness.
Your flowering wonders are calling me home.
Dancing along a dawn that leads to you –
Singing a song that blossoms in a fugue as morning settles on
Dreaming into a sky of brilliant blue –
Noticing clouds are whispering that you will dance with me very soon
Already been as high as Kathmandu –
`Willing to go as far as Timbuktu
Nowhere’s too far away – I may catch up with you today –
maybe today will finally be the day
Flying along a dawn that leads to you –
Singing a song that makes itself a new – a music magic wand
Reaching into a sky of brilliant blue –
eagles are calling out to say the you will dance me very soon
Already been as high as Kathmandu –
Willing to go as far a Timbuktu
Nowhere’s too far away – I may catch up with you today –
maybe today we’ll make our getaway!
Like light from the stars made ten thousand years ago – comes love, like a gift of sight
Growing stronger every moment on the way home.
Butterfly
Music by Dirk Balthaus
Lyric by Léah Kline
I am a butterfly
and I will tell you why.
You gave me wings early last spring
teaching me how to fly
You were honest
letting me see
I had no need to hide
I asked you why
and you replied,
“You have a right to be,
like me.
Let your freedom ring.
Let your colors show.
Everyone will know
that you are a butterfly.
My angel in disguise.
giving us joy
and so much more
when you let go and fly
‘way,
spread your joy today
or be fraid to cry…”
That’s what you said to me,
‘Oh my! you’re a butterfly’.
—————
Dig It!
Music by Dirk Balthaus
Lyric by Léah Kline
Dig it, grab it, get rid of it.
Just get lost in the thick of it.
Feelin’ groovy is nothin’ now
just relax ‘n’ we’ll show you how.
You can’t dance? well, get rid of it,
You can’t sing just get rid of it
Feelin’ groovy in nothin’ now
Clap your hands all together now.
You never know.
Baby, when it’s time to go then you go
so Go with the Flow
and let it show.
Feelin’ free can make you high.
Raise your arms up in the sky.
Where you are is right here.
don’t be ‘fraid to feel real.
Everyone knows
Baby, when it’s time to go then you go.
Why worry now? or anyhow?
It’s time to dance and feel it.
Sway around this rhythm.
Letting go is easy.
Close your eyes and feel it.
Give it some time and you’ll feel that
Life is something we can be a part of.
Livin’ ‘n lovin’ en dancin’ en singin’ and everyone
laughin’ all around this crazy crazy town yeah!
Everyone come on ‘n’ clap along.
Feel how it feels when you wanna join the rhythm.
When you’re one with everyone
Well, you can’t help it when you’r swayin’ and diggin’ this music.
Wait ’til you feel.
Let go of The Wheel.
Dig in your soul.
Let go.
Live in the Now.
Dig it. and you’ll sing out above the crowd
Lettin’ it all hang out..
Dig it, grab it, get rid of it.
Just get lost in the thick of it.
Feelin’ groovy is nothin’ now
Dig it!
Can you dig it?
——
The Voice
Music by Dirk Balthaus
Lyric by Léah Kline
When to act and
when to follow?
Should I freeze,
when can I swallow?
Watching, reading
hoping for a sign.
Where’s the freedom?
When to draw a line?
What ‘d she say and
do I disagree?
Charge more money
or just work for free?
Keep it moving
acting like your strong.
Judging and deciding
right from wrong.
Can you hear.. the silence
in the absence of violence?
I mean, a quiet,
peaceful sort of way;
like when your thoughts
have left you for the day.
Can you feel the laughter
in your soul
right after you understand,
the joke has sunken in
like when concern gives blossom
to a grin.
Deep in the night ,
when lights are low.
Time seems to stop –
my mind can go
into a void…
(I) no longer hear
the reasons that guide my inner ear.
Can you hear…
the silence in the absence of violence?
Turning your mind
into a quiet rain.
giving that voice
a welcome holiday.
Coming ,going,
never stopping now
Always ready.
Always knowing how.
Always watching ,
always looking out.
What to say. and
when to let it out.
Keep on moving ,
don’t you ever stop
not a minute wasted,
not a drop.
sweet success
is ’round the corner now.
Got to keep myself together
how?.
Gee! Do you ever stop
for air?
What of some time to
sit and stare?
seems (some)times these voices
never cease
wondering if there’s something
underneath
Oh.. but…
Bigger. better.
changing all the time.
Be alert , in front and
in the line
Don’t forget all that
you have to do.
Could be better..
oh! go change your shoes.
Promising a better life for me
If I keep on going I will see.
Running, running, running..
take a breath.
Can you hear
the silence?