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