Please Stay With Me & Poor Little Rich Kid

Please Stay With Me & Poor Lit­tle Rich Kid

Please Stay With Me & Poor Lit­tle Rich Kid

Two songs from the rock opera 'OurSto­ry' com­posed by Jaiia Lyrics below: (See www.​Earthschild.​com/​rockopera.​html) Please Stay with me Friend from above with your strength and love as i dive into this 21st cen­tu­ry life (As I strive to keep my spir­it alive) Oh the heart gets to beat­ing so fast some­times When your life feels sgtretched out on the line be­tween the cred­i­tors and the street Am I to fol­low the shuf­fling feet of his­to­ry's meek­er folk? It's hard to be­lieve in your­self When you're home­less and broke. It's easy said the boy next door He's a rich man's son and he's never been poor Oh if you want a home go to work get a job What's the deal? Are you afraid to be­come part of the mob? Well you see i be­lieve man is made as a God You turn him all around and you treat him like a dog And when dig­ni­ty is gone It's hard to re­mem­ber the di­vine song. Oh please stay with me friend from above with your angel love as i strive to keep my spir­it alive. Poor Lit­tle Rich Kid Too mnay peo­ple Too much stry­ofoam Fast foods and cred­it cards We're eat­ing up our home Too many too much too lit­tle too late When it all runs out will we blame it on cruel fate? Un­der­nour­ished and overfed One day you think you might wake up dead Oh you poor lit­tle rich kid you poor lit­tle rich kid Your mama never taught you how to share and your daddy's got no time to even care. A hand­ful of hu­mans say they own half or the world Well who did they steal it from and how was it sold? It's the giant cor­po­ra­tions

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Poor little Rich Kid

Too many peo­ple, too much sty­ro­foam fast foods and cred­it cards we're eat­ing up our home. Too many too much too lit­tle too late when it all runs out will we blame it on cruel fate? Un­der­nour­ished and overfed one day you think you might wake up dead Oh you poor lit­tle rich kid you poor lit­tle rich kid your mama never taught you how to share and your daddy's got no time to even care A hand­ful of hu­mans say they own half of the world well who did they steal it from and how was it sold? It's the giant cor­po­ra­tions against un­born gen­er­a­tions is there a pro­gram that could put the race on hold? Un­der­nour­ished and overfed one day you think you might wake up dead Oh you poor lit­tle rich kid you poor lit­tle rich kid your mama never taught you how to share and your daddy's got no time to even care Is there one child left who has made it through the hunger and the theft? Is their soul still aglow? And how would the rest of us know? Is this human race a test? Did we do our evo­lu­tion­ary best? Oh you poor lit­tle rich kid you poor lit­tle rich kid Your mama re­al­ly needs you now to care your human fam­i­ly needs you now to learn to share. Copy­right 2010 Jaiia Earth­schild Jaiia Earth­schild, key­board, vo­cals David Techau, drums, vo­cals Bo Shores, elec­tric 12-string

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Sweet Breezy Days

Sweet Breezy Days

Sweet Breezy Days

Sweet breezy days melt into warm sum­mer nights moon ris­ing over the bay down on the coast glim­mer­ing lights We're set­ting off on a jour­ney not sure where we're going cross­ing un­chart­ed seas drawn by a vi­sion of a new re­al­i­ty Sun com­ing up in the morn­ing my love is right here next to me both of us feel­ing so good and so free Seems like ev­ery­thing in this mo­ment every thing in this mo­ment is all right Ev­ery­thing changes the vast and the small even di­a­monds can melt away some­times there's noth­ing to hold onto at all let go, you have to any­way And all of us are spin­ning around, one star one of a bil­lion tril­lion, guadrillian stars day by day we are trav­el­ling across the uni­verse only our songs to guide us on this jour­ney into the un­known Feel's like ev­ery­thing in this mo­ment ev­ery­thing in this mo­ment is all right. Copy­right 2010 Jaiia Earth­schild and David Techau Jaiia, key­boards and vo­cals David, per­cus­sion and vo­cals Bo, elec­tric 12-string gui­tar

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Song For All Mothers

Song For All Moth­ers

Title: SONG FOR ALL MOTH­ERS, Music and Lyrics: Earth­schild-Tech­cau, The Earth­schild's: Jaiia Earth­schild - Pi­ano-Vo­cals, David Techau - Drum - Vo­cals, Don Lax - Vi­o­lin, Record­ed Live at the Tea­house at the End of Time, 5.7.09 Song For All Moth­ers The beau­ty of a Renoir, The col­ors of Van Gogh, Mozart and Beethoven, The verve of Pi­cas­so, A soar­ing basil­i­ca by Michelan­ge­lo, The gar­dens of Monet, De­bussys Claire de Lune", Solo Miles Davis, A Bot­ti­cel­li nude, Madon­na and child in Berni­ni's stone, All our cre­ations are a trib­ute to you. Dear Moth­er, Moth­er of us all, Moth­er of cre­ation, Our birth is your gift of life. Dear Moth­er, dear, sweet, holy moth­er... All that we do is in honor of you. The flow­ers of O'Keefe, The poems of Sap­pho, The kind­ness of There­sa, The strength of Nightin­gale, The Di­vine Fem­i­nine emerges from you. The poems of the Sufis, Rumi and Hafiz, The songs of Jaiia, The dances of Murabai, All lifes great lovers are in love with you. All our cre­ations are a trib­ute to you. Dear Moth­er, Moth­er of us all, Moth­er of cre­ation, Our birth is your gift of life. Dear Moth­er, dear, sweet, holy Moth­er, All that we do is in honor of you. ©2009, Earth­schild-Techau