The Blood-Brotherhood of Persons of the Universe Words by Tin Ujevic, Music by John Kruth Do not fear, you are not alone, There are others but for you who are unknown Live your life, everything you’ve heard and dreamed With the same fire and beauty that burns within Be not proud, your thoughts are not yours alone They live in others who have tread the same dark path We have all, we have all gone astray Searching yet esteemed just the same Chorus Share a bit with others, it’s been the same since ancient times We all repeat the great and the pure Be like children who know not yet their names Join the blood brotherhood of persons of the universe Join the blood brotherhood of persons of the universe Others may share their might and sin with us Our dreams, they all come from a common spring Our souls are fed from a common bowl The stamp of the self lies centered in the brow It’s hard to say thin in the ear of arrogance But be happy for the fortune of despair We’re all the same in malignity and joy With the freight of destiny resting on our backs Chorus Far off on some unknown star, unraveled Yet hanging there by a thread Like a flower, dead and broken in a world that glides Oh when will I make it there in my soul? I’m still myself, willful even when I’m gone The point of the peak is hidden by the mass Oh universe I love and die in all I tarry in my brothers of no name Chorus

Cracked and Empty Bell lyrics by Tin Ujevic/music by John Kruth Amid the pressing milling throng Without a guide and fatherless I’ve lived alone and groaned too long But groans bear my hopefulness Yes, these groans bear my hopefulness I hunted every sound and sight I gladly parceled out my soul I flexed my bow, my aim was right And every shot attained its goal Yes, every shot attained its goal I blazed to give out more to all With light and letter, God my trust Although my spirit be criminal As thorn and bramble are my crust Yes, thorn and bramble are my crust Gloomy thoughts, they fear the light As blood rushed to my brain It wants to get out of my head It’s driving me out of my head And only you with your merciful eyes Yes, only you, foreign lady Can lighten, lighten my darkness So now the dreariest of ends And all things in this rotten hell My spirit’s dead, my oldest friend And I, a cracked and empty bell Yes, I, a cracked and empty bell Won’t you, lighten this darkness?

Blessed Morning Words by Tin Ujevic/music by John Kruth Blessed morning you cascade Roaring light falls in this room How can pain make me afraid? Dead already in my tomb Well perhaps you can ignite Buried sparks from ash and dust Since the lilac and the light Stills well longing in your breast And when I lift your veil you show Lines of quiet forms of grace In shelves of books, row upon row The whole room’s careworn face Yet there’s something still I miss From this crib without a cross A smile on my darling’s lips A kiss of flowers in a water glass Blessed morning while you dress Dress this room in your translucent robe I have no fear now of death’s caress Just give some love back to this Job

Frailty Words by Tin Ujevic/music by John Kruth In this mist And in this rain Oh drunken heart Don’t drown in pain Love unrequited Gave no rest So now you yearn For the earth’s breast All your longing The cry of a slave Is just to find Some quiet grave Here my soul Will soon expire And here will wither My desire On the waves Of our blue, blue sea The white, white pebbles Cover me And my needs Will all come home Under Blessed Heaven’s dome With sun calm blue And clarity Beneath the ground That once bore me All your longing The cry of a slave Is just to find Some quiet grave

I’ll Die Tonight Of Beauty Tonight my brow is burning, my eyelids they perspire My dreams illuminate my thoughts, My dreams illuminate my thoughts I’ll die tonight of beauty, I’ll die… tonight… of beauty The soul’s impassioned in the depths like the glow at the end of night, My dreams illuminate my thoughts, My dreams illuminate my thoughts I’ll die tonight of beauty We weep, we weep in stillness, we die in solitude We weep, we weep in stillness, we die in solitude Tonight my forehead’s gleaming and sweat drips from my eyes My thoughts are blazing through my dreams, your face is blazing in my dreams I’ll die tonight of beauty Tonight of beauty I shall die, tonight of beauty I shall die Tonight of beauty I shall die, tonight… I shall The soul’s core is pure passion deep in the pit of night A blazing cone, a blazing cone Oh hush and weep in silence, let us weep oh let us die Tonight we die alone, Tonight we die alone, Tonight we die alone, Tonight we die alone

Blessed Morning Words by Tin Ujevic/music by John Kruth Blessed morning you cascade Roaring light falls in this room How can pain make me afraid? Dead already in my tomb Well perhaps you can ignite Buried sparks from ash and dust Since the lilac and the light Stills well longing in your breast And when I lift your veil you show Lines of quiet forms of grace In shelves of books, row upon row The whole room’s careworn face Yet there’s something still I miss From this crib without a cross A smile on my darling’s lips A kiss of flowers in a water glass Blessed morning while you dress Dress this room in your translucent robe I have no fear now of death’s caress Just give some love back to this Job Edge Of The Woods A wooden cross stands alone Grave at the edge of the woods Ragged clothes and broken bones Grave at the edge of the woods I wandered by a rusty car Where the weeds grew high I asked the locals at a bar Cold silence was their reply Did he fall from heaven up above? Grave at the edge of the woods Did he die in war or die for love? Grave at the edge of the woods The ground resembles a jagged scar Where his skeleton lies I asked the locals at the bar Cold silence was their reply Come let’s raise a glass To the fading light of summer Our days on earth soon will pass And we’ll dream in eternal slumber Did he die for something that he knew? Grave at the edge of the woods Or was it a hobo passing through? Grave at the edge of the woods Plaything of the Winds Words by Tin Ujevic/music by John Kruth Suffer without tears and live without a curse And be unhappy quietly For tears are vain and your complaints Cannot assuage a bitter dream Give yourself to the drunken wind of life And let it blow you anywhere Like a shear leaf let it twirl you Into a madder verve, into the mad, mad whirlwind Fly like a leaf the whirlwind whirls You’re made, my soul, for flying It’s not for the earth, it’s not for peace The flower has no roots So give yourself to the drunken wind of life Girl From Korcula I met a girl from Korcula Her eyes were dark and deeper than a well And when she spoke, she sang a song The melody put me under a spell Calling her from my hotel room There was nobody home Perhaps I want too much too soon Maybe I’ll never know I went down to the carnival A man with a moustache read my palm He said the water has been rough But this is just the calm before the storm Leaving flowers in her mailbox Have I been a fool again Walking empty streets at 5 o’clock My thoughts tossed by the wind We laid down on her on her burning floor I listened to the beating of her heart And all the while outside the door A wild wind was tearing us apart Long ago I heard a story Of love without an end And though others maybe sorry I’d do it all again Frailty Words by Tin Ujevic/music by John Kruth In this mist And in this rain Oh drunken heart Don’t drown in pain Love unrequited Gave no rest So now you yearn For the earth’s breast All your longing The cry of a slave Is just to find Some quiet grave Here my soul Will soon expire And here will wither My desire On the waves Of our blue, blue sea The white, white pebbles Cover me And my needs Will all come home Under Blessed Heaven’s dome With sun calm blue And clarity Beneath the ground That once bore me All your longing The cry of a slave Is just to find Some quiet grave The Eternal Tomorrow Sad when I first heard the news Gone, jumped right out of your shoes Now you’re up around the bend Where there’s no end High above the clouds Where the guitars play loud Strange chords I’ve never heard before Waves crash on a jagged shoreline Dancing on air with a bottle of wine And when the boat docks We’ll stop the hands on the clock There’s no need for sorrow In the eternal tomorrow Strange land I’ve never seen before Daily Lament Words by Tin Ujevic, Music by John Kruth How hard it is not to be strong, how hard it is now, to be alone To be old yet to be young, to be weak and powerless Alone with no one anywhere, Desperate and dissatisfied Trudging bleak highways endlessly, to be trampled in the mud With no star shining in the sky, without your star of destiny Twinkling above you in your crib, with rainbows and false prophecies Oh god remember all the glittering fair promises with which you afflicted me Oh god remember all the great loves and victories, the wreaths of laurel And the gifts, and know you have a son who walks, the weary valleys Of this world, among thorns and sharp stones, through all the unkindness And unconcern, with his feet bloodied underneath him, his heart, an open wound His bones full of weariness, his soul is sad, neglected and alone Sisterless, brotherless, fatherless, motherless, with no one dear And no close friend, he’s got nobody anywhere, only thorns to pierce his heart And fire blazing from his palms, all alone now under a vault of blue Hemmed in by dark horizons of high seas, oh who can he tell his troubles to When there’s no one there to hear his call, not even his brother wanderers Oh god you seared your burning word too deeply in this narrow throat And throttled it inside my lonely cry, now every utterance is a burning stake That I year to shout, or like the kindled log I’ll soon burn out, let me be A bonfire on a hill or just one breath in the fire, if not a scream hurled From the village rooftops, oh god let it be over with, this miserable wandering Under a vault of sky deaf as stone… Because I crave a powerful word Because an answering voice, give me someone to love or give me holy death For bitter is the wormwood wreath and deadly dark the poison cup So burn me like the blazing summer sun, for I am sick of being all alone And I am sick of being weak when I could be loved and strong How hard it is to be old yet to be young, How hard it is to be old yet to be young How hard it is to be old yet to be young

Girl From Korcula words and music by John Kruth I met a girl from Korcula Her eyes were dark and deeper than a well And when she spoke, she sang a song The melody put me under a spell Calling her from my hotel room There was nobody home Perhaps I want too much too soon Maybe I’ll never know I went down to the carnival A man with a moustache read my palm He said the water has been rough But this is just the calm before the storm Leaving flowers in her mailbox Have I been a fool again Walking empty streets at 5 o’clock My thoughts tossed by the wind We laid down on her on her burning floor I listened to the beating of her heart And all the while outside the door A wild wind was tearing us apart Long ago I heard a story Of love without an end And though others maybe sorry I’d do it all again

Edge Of The Woods lyrics and music by John Kruth A wooden cross stands alone Grave at the edge of the woods Ragged clothes and broken bones Grave at the edge of the woods I wandered by a rusty car Where the weeds grew high I asked the locals at a bar Cold silence was their reply Did he fall from heaven up above? Grave at the edge of the woods Did he die in war or die for love? Grave at the edge of the woods The ground resembles a jagged scar Where his skeleton lies I asked the locals at the bar Cold silence was their reply Come let’s raise a glass To the fading light of summer Our days on earth soon will pass And we’ll dream in eternal slumber Did he die for something that he knew? Grave at the edge of the woods Or was it a hobo passing through? Grave at the edge of the woods

Plaything of the Winds Words by Tin Ujevic/music by John Kruth Suffer without tears and live without a curse And be unhappy quietly For tears are vain and your complaints Cannot assuage a bitter dream Give yourself to the drunken wind of life And let it blow you anywhere Like a shear leaf let it twirl you Into a madder verve, into the mad, mad whirlwind Fly like a leaf the whirlwind whirls You’re made, my soul, for flying It’s not for the earth, it’s not for peace The flower has no roots So give yourself to the drunken wind of life

The Eternal Tomorrow Sad when I first heard the news Gone, jumped right out of your shoes Now you’re up around the bend Where there’s no end High above the clouds Where the guitars play loud Strange chords I’ve never heard before Waves crash on a jagged shoreline Dancing on air with a bottle of wine And when the boat docks We’ll stop the hands on the clock There’s no need for sorrow In the eternal tomorrow Strange land I’ve never seen before