Six Ballads by Steve Dobrogosz (demo recordings)
© 2025 Sand Castle Music Inc
Request score and full lyrics at: dobrogosz.com
1. Icarus in Iris (00.00)
2. The Onionskin People (10.00)
3. Far Away (16.45)
4. We Are Gone (27.40)
5. Our Moor (33.20)
6. The Morrow (38.50)
ICARUS IN IRIS
Here now the ancient where and when
She heard the silver bells all ringing again
Pebble in his shoe, something calling you
Sundown leads to morning, and mourning
Rebel clouds under Icarus adorning
Leaden beads upon her face
All the times she was roused
To touch the water to his lips
And at her core such broken butterflies
But all at once her cerise mascara slips
Like the shirtless faun serene in his disgrace
No memoirs to erase...
THE ONIONSKIN PEOPLE
Veil all enclosing, a mandrill now composing
Days like ricepaper herons, the creases unfolding
Dawn fits her nightgown, Ravenhair invisible at dark
Nothing but a lark, the lays, the posing
That silver call, like fingers on an etching
The oak enchanted by the saw
Great mirrored halls, the unclad model sketching
A hymn of adamant and straw...
FAR AWAY
Far away in a land of silk and honey they bathe in rain
And the sweet scent of doves in love with living
Spread peace upon the plain
Starlit beaches o’er the clouds, butter in the crust
Far away, further than any thing
In Galilean moonlight maidens wander in wonderlust
Chanting their Lyric Of The Wing as maidens must
Whirligigs in candied figs parade across the sky
Nevermore the need to ask them why
Far away from this unreal world of Woe, so far to go
Far away...
WE ARE GONE
Shadows in the wind
A spinning top, an angel on a pin
An ending to begin
Evanescent sky and granite
Evanescent ancient stars and battles yet to win
O’er the mist now drifting away from the dock
Five reasons dissolve
Black swans, four light years away from their flock
Three mysteries solve
Twice upon a time we lay in temples made of air
Once upon a happy ever after all the loves and cares...
OUR MOOR
On our moor a haze
Like a peach and purple bodice
In the dusky highland mist of war
On the flowered field upon us
One hand waving free
In the other smoke and ashes
Lo, the Rising sings horizon songs
But the veil yet hides her lashes
Lo, fragrant breeze
Wafting amber, jade and coral
All the dead endings cease at the end
Stirring in the lochs
Bearing tokens from the lowland
On the laurel grasses soles yet walk
While the wind, it cries for no man...
THE MORROW
Go, dulcet elegies like frost upon the yarrow
Ever not to fear, my wings were always under you
Great winds, the unseen things, deep blues or greens
They are not yours to know
In the listening glass, some portal of the Morrow
Save and savor crumbs but no, tomorrow never comes
Book ends are fountain pens
But we shall meet again, we always do...
- Dobrogosz