WKHardy's Blog

The moon’s just, coming up over the mountain.
The sky is still a…. little bit blue.
I’m walking with my hands in my pockets.
Feel a little bit of a grin
Just sort of move all over me.

Not much noise now…
City’s pretty quiet…
Everything is,
Pretty quiet.

It’s one of those times when…
I see that…
Everything that…
Seemed like trouble just…
Turned out to be…
Good for something else.

Think I’ll keep walking a little while longer…
Yeah…
A little while longer….

recorded version at:     soundcloud.com/wkh

I’ve learned that the forest has much to do with trees.
I’ve never met a puzzle that has just one piece.
The city lies among its streets and avenues.
And all those paths in the darkness have led me to you.

Have you done something once, the second time is never
quite the same.
But as the saying goes — Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Quantity, quality, there’s always so much to choose….
I see nothing that was wasted — it all just led me to you.

In the time before the dawn, the atmosphere is cool and clear.
Not so many words now, the music is all I hear.
No limit to the ways twelve notes can make something new.
And all the notes that I hear make a picture of you.

Once maybe twice I had a dream.
What do shadows between sand dunes mean?
Dark orange waves beckon me.
And ten thousand people crawling on their knees.

They hear:    Tai ti ti   Tai ti ti   Tai ti ti   Tai Tai Tai

A broken clock was all that I could find.
Patterns changing with or without time.
We heard, without voice, in our minds.
And ten thousand people stand and begin to shine.

They hear:   Tai ti ti   Tai ti ti   Tai ti ti   Tai Tai Tai

Now the maps only show us where we’ve been.
So we ride the spiral up and around again.
Another dream, new patterns in the sand.
And ten thousand people walking hand in hand.

And they sing:   Tai ti ti   Tai ti ti   Tai ti ti   Tai Tai Tai

recorded version at:     soundcloud.com/wkh

Note by Note
Tone by tone
Sticks and stones
Blood and bones
What comes and goes ebbs and flows with these.
Put them all together as you please.
Color by color, thread by thread,
Paint the picture, weave the web,
What you have to say has never been said….
Endless change; nothing stays the same.

Black and white,  (it’s the singer, not the song),
Day and night,  (wait and see till all is done),
Sun and moon,  (there’s no space to be alone),
See you soon, (it’s not the song but it’s the tone),
What comes and goes ebbs and flows with these.
Put them all together as you please.
Color by color, thread by thread,
Paint the picture, weave the web,
What you have to say has never been said.
Endless change, nothing stays the same.
Endless change, nothing ever stays the same.

These lyrics in collaboration with Frans Koenigs.

recorded version at:  soundcloud.com/wkh

The pyramids are open and the treasure is no more,
The Vatican has opened up the lock on every door,
Atlantis built up Stonehenge with antigravity,
And Mona Lisa’s smile is smiling inside you and me.

I — no secrets.
You — no secrets.

Nazca lines are welcome signs
Machu Picchu comes to greet you
And the mystery is still true.

Easter Island started smiling
You and I are the messiah
And the mystery is still true.

Magic and a bit illusion
Such a wonderful confusion
And the mystery is still true.

Heisenberg shake hands with Merlin
Yes it really is uncertain
And the mystery is still true.

I — no secrets.
You — no secrets.
And the mystery is still true.
(no recorded version to date)

They say Be careful what you wish for,
The opportunity will come knockin’ on your door,
And you won’t have no excuses no more,
And the love won’t go away.

You can take the short way, you can take the long,
You can play the music, or you can sing the song,
You soon find out that there’s no right or wrong,
And the love won’t go away.

Somethin’ makes you happy and you know just what to do,
‘Cause you’re livin’ in the world and it’s livin’ in you,
Takin’ the risks becomes nothin’ new,
And the love won’t go away.

You take a chance you say Come what may,
You open the door to what you really want to say,
The thrill of it all starts to keep you awake,
And the love, the love, the love, the love,
The love won’t go away.

I look to the right and I look to the left,
When I look at you I proceed straight ahead,
Lately every mornin’ we laughin’ in the bed,
And the love won’t go away.

They say Be careful what you wish for,
The opportunity will come knockin’ on your door,
And you won’t have no excuses no more,
And The Love Won’t Go Away.

recorded version at :   soundcloud.com/wkh

I gave it all away,
Found a place where I could stay,
Sat myself down on that noble ground,
And I didn’t even have to pray.

Only one question was asked —
Could I take off my mask?
The Queen of Swords danced among my words
And there was nothing left of my past.

What do we know, What do we know?
What do we show, What do we show?
Process, Process, Process, Process,
Process, Process, Process, Process.

I thought I was a lump of coal,
But deep inside I found a soul.
It’s at the bottom of the mine where
The diamonds learn to shine,
Who could ask for anything more?
It’s at the bottom of the mine where
The diamonds learn to shine,
Who could ask for anything more?

recorded version at:    soundcloud.com/wkh

If there were threads on the wind,
they’d get woven together.
All the sparks on the wind would become
a flame in the sky.
Many casual greetings would become
and angels’ choir.
And every man, woman, child, alive
would know each other
Without name.

Every wing on the wind
rides on familiar feathers.
The ocean, the sea, the river, the stream
knows every drop of rain in the sky.
Many casual glances would arrange
for hearts to fly,
And every man, woman, child, alive
would know each other
Without name.

Every song on the wind
rings in the angels’ voices.
Every secret explodes and becomes
the sunlight in the sky.
Many casual gestures would arrange
Love’s symphony
And the family of man would love, and fight,
and live, and die,
And love, and hurt, and live to rise
to know each other
Without name.

And the vision that would see so clear
doesn’t live in the eye.
No the vision that would see so clear
doesn’t live in the eye.
Does not live in I.
Does not live in I.
Does not live in I.

recorded version at:     soundcloud.com/wkh

We reach.
God knows we reach.
We know we reach.
We can’t help but reach.
Whichever direction we choose,
We pull the whole world with us.

Every reach creates.
When the inside of us is dormant,
Feels dormant,
It is needing to reach.
It is waiting for the reach that is not done with arms
Nor with any blood-filled part;
Not the blood-filled heart,
But with the heart that has never died.

When we reach so,
We pull the whole world with us.
The whole world is created
Because God is reaching
And we can’t help but reach.
When we reach, we awaken,
We are God, we create,
And we pull the whole world with us.

Eloie imagined —
A plucked harpstring’s shimmer.
Opaque clouds across the moon.
Spreading wings.

How far again, is the distance?
Light years and seconds.
A thought.

Elysium, though, is getting crowded.
A dance of saints having found a limit.
Eloie, imagining, moves on.