JIM  SCOTT  RECORDINGS

    Sailing With the Moon

    Intimate vocal and acoustic guitar with accompanied by understated bass and percussion. Includes three eco-anthems from the musical The Tree and Me as well as messages of peace, justice, love and creativity.
     

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    TRACK LIST
     1. Sailing with the Moon
     2. Nothing We Haven't Seen
     3. Plant More Than You Harvest
     4. Pioneers
     5. Tree of Life
     6. The Rainforest Song
     7. The Oneness of Everything
     8. With Every Story Told
     9. The Braided Rug
    10. Winter to Spring
    11. May Your Life be as a Song
    PERSONNEL
    Jim Scott - vocals and acoustic guitars
    Marsha Thomas - primary harmoney on Rainforest
    Jana Underriner - primary harmony on May Your Life;b.g. vocals on Rainforest
    Charlotte Carothers & David Bersch - b.g. vocals on Rainforest and May Your Life
    Darrin Morphis - bass, except for Nate Waddell on Harvest and May Your Life and Mark Schneider on Pioneers.
    Dom Moio - percussion

    Sailing With the Moon  Lyrics

    Sailing With the Moon © Jim Scott 1995

    The evening cool awakens
    passing days elusive spirits
    with no need for that sun's hot-headed face.
    They revel in the mystical
    and have no fear of shadow
    for they know the darkness as a holy place.
    Their nocturnal take on science
    is their personal defiance,
    They play and love
    and morning comes too soon.
    Laughing at the sun, Sailing with the moon.

    She knows the Spring by blossoms scent,
    and the Autumn by the wind,
    and knows you best by possibility.
    She hears your heart in your voice
    and knows your mood in your step;
    The grace of one who does not need to see
    to see.
    Cutting through the interference,
    unswayed by mere appearance.
    With the sense to sense when all's in tune.
    Laughing at the sun, Sailing with the moon

    Nothing We Haven't Seen Before © Jim Scott 1995

    Nothing we haven't seen before,
    From covert conflict to open wars.
    Area prone to domination,
    Little hope for repatriation,
    So much pain and so many tears
    So the lessons can fall on deaf ears.

    At what cost the war is won
    It's all over
    But the revision's just begun.

    Everything looks different
    but you're just the same,
    Still looking for someone else to blame.
    Whispered words of what is fair
    Drown in the silence of despair.
    All wisdom and advice falls short of help
    A mirror's no use 'til you can recognize yourself.

    You were tryin' to find that flag of truce
    even as the bridges burned.
    It's all over
    But the second thoughts await their turn.

    Without closure, the curtain's drawn.
    The wounded search for meaning,
    the proud move on
    Dreams were dashed and trust was broken
    Faith so bound in words unspoken.
    Do you pick the rubble
    for what might have been?
    No one in their right mind would want to
    feel that way again.

    The clock waits to extract its toll
    the credits fade
    and the regrets start to roll.

    So frustration found release
    Did anyone remember to speak for peace?
    Was it for law and order,
    that rights were wronged?
    In the name of justice the war prolonged.
    Yet through it all some greater love was grown,
    And weren't there moments beyond
    anything you've known?

    So pack up your guilts and fears,
    It's all over
    But the memories start here.

    Plant More Than You Harvest © Jim Scott 1990

    Plant more than you harvest,
    sun and water, earth and seeds.
    Plant more than you harvest,
    give the earth all that it needs.
    Plant more than you harvest,
    give the earth all that it needs,
    the earth all that it needs.

    Clear the meadows and the highways,
    but plant stout trees between.
    Let the forests hold the hillsides,
    cover the earth with green.
    Let the forests hold the hillsides,
    cover the earth with green,
    cover the earth with green.

    Plant the grains to feed
    every woman man and child,
    Some for all the beasts and birds,
    and some to just grow wild.
    Some for all the beasts and birds,
    and some to just grow wild,
    some to just grow wild.


    Plant more than you harvest,
    sun and water, earth and seeds.
    Plant more than you harvest,
    give the earth all that it needs.
    Plant more than you harvest,
    give the earth all that it needs,
    the earth all that it needs.

    Tall cedar and the spreading oak
    cool all that dwell below,
    And the fallen trunk helps seeds reveal
    the secrets that they know.
    And the fallen trunk helps seeds reveal
    the secrets that they know,
    the secrets that they know.

    Some seeds fall by the wayside,
    but some will make it through,
    On the water or wind or a loving hand
    the cycle starts anew.
    On the water or wind or a loving hand
    the cycle starts anew,
    the cycle starts anew.

    Plant more than you harvest,
    sun and water, earth and seeds.
    Plant more than you harvest,
    give the earth all that it needs.
    Plant more than you harvest,
    give the earth all that it needs,
    the earth all that it needs

    Pioneers © Jim Scott 1995

    Pioneers - making our way in a hostile land
    Aliens, keen to learn
    - waiting for the tide to turn
    and more of us will come
    Fortunate few - trade the old life for the new
    Fountains of youth, mountains of wealth
    Freedom to speak and live for yourself
    Opportunity wide as the sky
    Gonna get my piece of the pie
    And more of us will come

    From the rock in Massachusetts Bay,
    following the Mohawk trail
    Niagara and the Buffalo
    - Hungry eyes and faces pale
    Western Reserve, Farmers and miners
    Lewis and Clark and the Forty-Niners
    Golden Spike, Trail of Tears
    Legacy of the Manifest years.

    Pioneers - Making our way in a hostile land
    Aliens, keen to learn
    - waiting for the tide to turn
    and more of us will come

    The Golan through the promised land
    The settlers - make our stand
    Surviving the centuries of scorn
    Now the desert blooms and is reborn
    Protect our own with vigilant disdain
    They were nomads, they had no claim
    " Never again! It's our God given right."
    but hate is thrown in bricks and stones
    that turn to rockets in the night

    Pioneers - making our way in a hostile land
    Aliens, keen to learn
    - waiting for the tide to turn
    and more of us will come
    The chosen few
    - temper old ways with the new

    Up from Xuahaca, 'cross the Rio Grande
    Over the parched hills in darkness,
    through checkpoints undermanned
    Swim from Tijuana, lose yourself in the crowd
    Jump from the truck - guest worker,
    stayed longer than allowed

    Pioneers - elude the Immigration

    in a hostile land.
    Aliens, keen to learn
    - waiting for the tide to turn
    and more of us will come
    From famine and war
    to peace and good health
    Freedom to stand up,
    keep some for yourself
    Pioneers -
    and more of us will come.


    Tree of Life © Jim Scott 1988

    Oh, tree of life come dance with me,
    in Autumn and in Spring.
    Your roots will hold through Winter's cold
    and in Summer we will sing,
    In Summer we will sing.

    Oh, sing your song again to me,
    I love to hear the sound,
    But how can I dance with you oh wind,
    when I'm rooted in the ground?
    I'm rooted in the ground.

    I'll push you here, and I'll pull you too,
    and sing with you my song
    To help you stretch your wings and dance
    for all your life so long.
    Oh it's when you sing your song to me,
    that I can dance the best.
    You can bend me almost to the ground,
    but I'll bring myself to rest.
    I'll bring myself to rest.

    We'll send the seeds out dancing
    in a wild and joyous ride,
    But a message have these sailing ships
    upon this ocean's tide.

    And singing of all knowing love,
    the seed waits out the cold,
    Then spreading like wildflowers,
    growing like weeds,
    their dances will unfold.
    Their dances will unfold.

    Your leaves and fruit, your trunk and limbs feed all the living things
    That dance above you and within
    the shelter of your wings.
    The shelter of your wings.

    And the freest quickest of the dance,
    each winged creature learns
    That sky, as earth, is rooted when
    to your arms it returns.
    To your arms it returns.

    For each to understand, we must
    grow separately, but then
    Mother Earth in her great wisdom spins,
    to mix us up again.

    So all that was once a part of you
    will someday come to know
    All the seasons of the dance
    by the seeds you sow,
    By the seeds you sow.


    The Rainforest Song ©1995 Jim Scott

    On the ground level,
    turtles and leopards and snakes
    live in the shelter the rainforest makes.
    The ground is so soft and the air is so clear
    with three hundred inches of rain ev'ry year.

    Oh let the rain feed the thirsty ground.
    Sing me the song of life you sing,
    such a beautiful sound.
    Oh let the rain feed the thirsty ground.
    Sing me the song of life you sing,
    such a beautiful sound.

    Down in the the ground, the worms and the ants
    nurture the roots of the flowering plants.
    And under the canopy, life is a breeze.
    Orangutans swing from the limbs of the trees.

    (counterline) (rain come down, rain come down)
    Oh let the rain feed the thirsty ground.
    Sing me the song of life you sing,
    such a beautiful sound.

    High up above, where the tucans fly,
    emergent tree tops reach into the sky.
    There's more kinds of plants
    than anyone knows.
    Look out! There's a sloth
    hanging by her three toes.

    Oh let the rain feed the thirsty ground.
    Sing me the song of life you sing,
    such a beautiful sound.

    (bring in one at a time)
    The understory, the understory.
    The ground level, on the ground level.
    Canopy- Canopy-
    Emergent! Emergent!

    Oh let the rain feed the thirsty ground.
    Sing me the song of life you sing,
    such a beautiful sound.
    Oh let the rain feed the thirsty ground.
    Sing me the song of life you sing,
    such a beautiful sound.

    The Braided Rug ©Jim Scott 1994

    Spnning, bright spinning,
    the whole room across,
    Telling the tales of triumph and loss.
    Cycling, recycling a life's love for me,
    Treasures of childhood and family.
    Fashioned the way that dreams are made:
    Out from the center,
    and follow the spiral dance of the braid.

    The rug started quietly, when I was ten,
    Traced my brother and me from boys into men.
    A mother's meditation, no need to work fast.
    " We use what we have," and we make it to last.

    Short trousers and long,
    relatives' hand-me-downs,
    Rough woolen shirts and cozy nightgowns,
    The grey suit I wore at the church in the pines
    Singing "What Child Is This?"
    It's now part of the grand design.

    Spnning, bright spinning,
    the whole room across,
    Telling the tales of triumph and loss.
    Cycling, recycling a life's love for me,
    Treasures of childhood and family.
    Fashioned the way that dreams are made:
    Out from the center,
    and follow the spiral dance of the braid.

    Pleasures and wonders, aspirations and tears
    All woven together over some fifteen years.
    Mom's favorite red coat
    and my my olive green pants,
    And the camel hair jacket from
    my first high school dance.

    Haphazard donations from cousin or friend,
    Too good to discard and too ragged to mend,
    Now torn into strips and gathered in spools
    And spun out in colorful chaos,
    as she made her own rules.

    The old Navy blue blanket,
    Dad's checkered work shirt
    Now tied up with burgundy, and over to flirt
    With the teal and the grey
    of some old college clothes.
    " Hey! Where is that overcoat?
    - Let's see if Mom knows."

    On the outermost edge
    there's the herringbone weave;
    Grandfather's best suit , until he took his leave,
    With my "Abe Lincoln" greatcoat,
    from the army sent home,
    I thought she would mend it,
    but you know, I should have known.

    Spnning, bright spinning,
    the whole room across,
    Telling the tales of triumph and loss.
    Cycling, recycling a life's love for me,
    Treasures of childhood and family.
    Fashioned the way that dreams are made:
    Out from the center,
    and follow the spiral dance of the braid.


    The Oneness of Everything Jim Scott c 1988

    Far beyond the grasp of hands,
    or light to meet the eye,
    past the reaches of the mind
    There find the key to nature's harmony
    in an architecture so entwined.
    Like the birds, whose patterns grace the sky
    and carry all who join in love expanding,
    The message of peace will rise in flight
    taking the weight of the world upon its wings,
    With the oneness of everything.

    Peace is in the dance of trees
    who stir before the first breath of wind
    is yet perceived
    Trust in the song, becoming one with the dance,
    and all mysteries can be believed.
    Like the sorrow of the clouds,
    whose tears fall caring on the soil undemanding,
    Lessons of love are giv'n that we
    might rejoice in the music they bring
    Of the oneness of everything.

    From the chords that sound of molecules,
    spinning billions to a cell,
    the call resounds afar,
    To the sun who warms the dancing earth,
    and whose song
    holds it close on the journey of a star.
    Songs of lives long past who touch our own
    are written in the earth forever giving.
    And now to maintain the harmony
    gives to us all lives worth living
    In the oneness of everything.

    Still we seek to find a truth
    that we might understand,
    and reduce to terms defined
    Vast and immeasurable time and space
    all so overwhelmingly designed.
    Oh passing years, just might I know the faith
    that winters in the heart
    to be reborn in Spring.
    To hear and to feel the pulse of life
    enters my soul as a song to sing,
    Of the oneness of everything.


    With Every Story Told © Jim Scott 1995

    Tell me of all things sacred,
    held to be true
    beyond disappointments
    pass to me memories
    hold for me images that can renew

    rescued or stolen from your life
    share with me dreams
    of loves and ideals
    of loss and of lessons
    of a world more forgiving
    than it sometimes seems

    With every story told
    our friendship becomes art.
    Each passage of life
    is a gateway to the heart.
    We are one in joy and sorrow,
    and the music of our healing
    is danced in love and harmony
    with each day of earth's turning

    Open the secrets of awe and of laughter
    marked celebrations
    small initiations
    that grew in their meaning forever after
    Save for me moments
    of pleasure and strife
    of rites of passage
    of wounds and of healing
    show me the feeling you know for life

    With every story told
    our friendship becomes art.
    Each passage of life
    is a gateway to the heart.
    We are one in joy and sorrow,
    and the music of our healing
    is danced in love and harmony
    with each day of earth's turning

    Like a seed planted is memory shared
    walls will crumble when the soul is bared
    with the courage to express an honest feeling
    Our words have the power to find the healing

    With every story told
    our friendship becomes art.
    Each passage of life
    is a gateway to the heart.
    We are one in joy and sorrow,
    and the music of our healing
    is danced in love and harmony
    with each day of earth's turning

    Winter to Spring © Jim Scott 1991

    The breeze excites the branches
    with the sound of violins,
    and rustles of percussion
    as the orchestra begins.
    The sun ascends its platform
    like conductor with baton
    awakening the players, for the music must go on.

    Winter to Spring, Summer to Fall,
    And may each of us experience a lifetime of it all.
    Summer to Fall and Winter to Spring,
    We are her to share the joy and sorrow
    all the seasons bring,
    All the seasons bring.

    The birds comprise the woodwinds,
    the great animals the brass,
    And higher partials flit between
    the flowers and the grass.
    In silent grace, the water folk
    surrender to their dance
    within their fluid theater,
    so as not to break the trance.

    Winter to Spring, Summer to Fall,
    And may each of us experience a lifetime of it all.
    Summer to Fall and Winter to Spring,
    We are her to share the joy and sorrow
    all the seasons bring,
    All the seasons bring.

    From mud and water have we come
    to split the earth and sky,
    The plants and fish, the birds and bees,
    and lately you and I,
    To learn the dance of harmony
    and lessons all to share
    Of love and living circles,
    rich with magic in the air.

    Winter to Spring, Summer to Fall,
    And may each of us experience a lifetime of it all.
    Summer to Fall and Winter to Spring,
    We are her to share the joy and sorrow
    all the seasons bring,
    All the seasons bring.

    May Your Life Be As a Song
    © Jim Scott 1995

    My wish for you now as we part
    is for greater peace to fill your heart.
    With dreams as vast as starry space
    so hurt and anger hold no place

    May truth be shared and wounds be healed
    and joy for living be revealed.
    Through every fate and circumstance
    may hope lead weary steps to dance.

    And may your life be as a song
    Resounding with the dawn
    to sing awake the light,
    Then softly serenade the stars
    Ever dancing circles in the night.

    May fears be turned with keen insight
    to wisdom for what's just and right.
    Where sorrow grows compassion strong
    and pain will pass before too long.

    May the bounds of our diversity
    serve a richer harmony,
    May courage hold your heart so true
    to smile on love when it smiles on you.

    And may your life be as a song
    Resounding with the dawn
    to sing awake the light,
    Then softly serenade the stars
    Ever dancing circles in the night.