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Be sure to order one of last original Origin of Flight CD's while you can - July 1, 2009

In these tough economic times, we all can use some goodness… some healing, and something to give voice to that which is inside us all.

I think that may be why I have saved my last 300 original CD's of my album, Origin of Flight,* until now.

Now is the time. For about the same amount as 2 Starbucks drinks, you can purchase one of the last remaining original Shelley Barratt Origin of Flight CD’s. And, when you play the album in your home, car, or work, you’ll be taken on an inner journey- if only for a song’s time. The relaxed state will filter through, and maybe motivate you to stay the course or make that change; remind you that this too, shall pass.

You’ll also be contributing to a work of art that someone put lots of love and time into, so that there may be room for the next work of art and all that goes with it.

There is much to be done in order for me to complete this next chapter, and I’m so excited to share it with you both during the process and once it is done. Therefore, in order to continue, I've set a goal:

*My goal is to sell 300 CD’s by the end of summer… get us through these Dog Days. Time to get yourself a fresh CD if you haven’t already, or purchase a couple for friends in need. I know we can make this goal, but I need your help.

There are 2 ways to do this where the orders will come directly to me, and I’ll mail/give CD directly to you (I’ll handle any postage):

1. Mail (or give in-person) $10 check (made out to Shelley Barratt) or money order to P.O. Box 13432, Albuquerque, NM 87192 or
2. PayPal $10 via credit card or debit card, you can go to: http://www.shelleybarratt.com/products.html and click on the 1st album cover pic

[Note: don’t forget to give me your mailing address where to send the CD... unless I hand to you you in-person, even better!]

Simple, really. And you’ll know you received the authentic original run of Origin of Flight. IF I do a future reprint, they will be slightly different. In fact, there are 2 places where you’ll find an amusing print mistake. I will send an additional CD for FREE to the first person that finds this mistake (and didn’t know about it already).

Thank you again for your listening, patience, and ongoing support. Now, let’s get this show on the road… order your original Origin of Flight CD today!

Sincerely,
Shelley

p.s. Band update next month. Though, there are a few acoustic shows this week and next: www.shelleybarratt.com/calendar.html for details.

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Her laughter sends us into the abyss of abundance
September night alone, alone with billions of stars
And a gentle swell on the Sea of Cortez
And all is well...

Ballast a Ship - June 15, 2009

I don’t know (oh-way-oh)

3 ships on the Northern Sea I sailed with you I sailed with you
We thought we’d lost one in the night
Red sky was the morning Dark sky was bright dark sky was bright
Our world seemed turned upside-down

I don’t know (oh-way-oh)
How to ballast a ship
Ay Cap’n away we go
Don’t let me rush in

Painting neon in your sky
Merchants calling us ashore
Pacing seagulls to your right
They take what you give them disappear into the night

We tripped an icebreaker could feel volcanoes rumble underneath
We stayed the course as best we could
One route had pirates and another sickness round the bend
The way you pointed us was right

Into the heart of pain we floated through numbness
Until it too subsided and consciousness came
Nothing left to chance we were the corsairs of our time
Painting neon in your sky
Merchants calling us ashore

I don’t know (oh-way-oh)
How to ballast a ship
Ay Cap’n away we go
Don’t let me rush in

Standing - May 7, 2009

Standing... I can’t stand
To let myself lose
And yet I stand so well
Standing tall
But standing small
Standing till I can’t stand
Anything at all

Losing fear and
Losing doubt
I’m losing everything
Inside and out

But I can’t lose my stand
‘Cause I know where I stand
I stand still
Still I lose

And I can’t stand
To let myself lose
And yet I stand so well
I was standing small
Now I’m standing tall
And I’m standing till I can stand
Everything
Everything and all

HOW CAN I LOSE
IF IT’S EVERYTHING I AM
HOW CAN I BEGIN
IF IT’S TRUE I NEVER END

HOW CAN I LOSE
IF IT’S EVERYTHING I AM

HOW CAN I
I WIN

copyright Shelley Barratt

Fame Games Reviewer's Picks- Muriel Sweetsong - March 22, 2008

The Fame Games Special Edition ‘Reviewer’s Picks’ show was just uploaded to the net and is available to listen on-line at www.meermusic.com!

And BIG CONGRATULATIONS! Your song, “Muriel Sweetsong” was one of the Reviewers' Picks!

Find out which reviewer chose your song and why by listening now!

Everything I Need - March 14, 2008

Oh
Over mountains I may fly
Cross the desert cut and dry
Am I drowning in my own making
Making it up as I go
I always thought there was a flow

I want for nothing
You have given me
Everything I need

Still I race ahead with abandon
Faltering under weight
That wasn’t meant for me
What am I supposed to see
Seeing as I’ve lost my way
Can’t wait for a new day where

I want for nothing
But have I received
Everything I need

This day I’m in
Can’t wait for the end
Stay pray on for another hour
Hear my breathless voice

I want for nothing
But can I stand firmly in
The burden of having everything

I can’t stand here and pretend
That I don’t have the power
That was given me so preciously
I don’t understand
But I accept
I have everything I need

You have given me
Everything I need…

lyrics copyright Shelley Barratt (music copyright Bob Reynolds)

The Perimeter - March 14, 2008

It’s like staring through a brick wall
How can I possibly see you
Dare I pose the question
Do you wish to be transparent
Because I’m having a hard time
Focusing on something so dense
My hands push through the perimeter

WHO ARE YOU
I am the one you wake
I am the fall from grace
WHO ARE YOU
I am the one you wake TODAY

There’s space on all sides
Yet I feel your presence
Buoyant through the liquid
Moving us about
How am I standing
Feet in still water
Spirit at the well
How am I standing

WHO ARE YOU
I am the one you wake
I am the fall from grace
WHO ARE YOU
I am the one you wake TODAY
I pay for another day
I live a life without hate
TOMORROW
Understanding the wait
Coherent of the pain
HOW WILL I KNOW
I am the one you WHO ARE YOU
I am the one you wake
You have nothing to draw with and the well is deep
You have nothing, nothing…

If it’s for me to know
I will find the opening
And if it’s solid enough to stand on
It’s where you’ll find me
No holds barred no molds filled

WHO ARE YOU
I am the one you wake…
copyright Shelley Barratt

Dog Days - December 9, 2007

It’s supposed to be light outside
That’s what we believe in the summertime
But it just wants to rain on us
Wet dogs come in from the thunder
We don’t want to stay inside
Doing what we do in the wintertime
If it’s gonna be cold at all
Take me to the higher elevations

In this summer time

The lightning has disappeared
Beckoning us is the rain
Where we can turn and spin our umbrellas
Any way we choose
Now we don’t care it’s water from heaven
Cats and dogs on hair and clothes
No winter rain could feel this good
We think we’ll stay right here

In this summer time

So we go on about our lives
We can’t wait around for those happy days
The moment we look away
In comes what we had imagined
And it’s warm in our minds
These old dog days of summer
Just let the rain pour down
It feels like a relief release

In this summer time
In this summer time

copyright Shelley Barratt

In the Beginning - December 9, 2007

In the Beginning... Here we are in an empty place again
Sometimes it gets so full we want a means to an end
But this time it’s the end of May and time to begin
We can begin again until this fire bends

In the beginning there was fire
In the beginning it was all we’d need

We thought it would never come the days would be so long
Counting the hours until the minutes brought the sun
But this time we must face headlong
Into the stars into the wind into the sun

In the beginning there was fire
In the beginning it was all we’d need

But the nights would last too many tears
They’d open doubts they’d carry fears
And faster would the madness spin
Until the sadness settled in

In the beginning there was fire
In the beginning it was all we’d need

So we uncover the ashes to find
Sometimes they'd stay alight and it was all in your mind
But this time we must let it in
We must live breathe learn again
Set me alight set me alight

In the beginning there was fire
In the beginning fire
In the beginning
It was all we’d need

copyright Shelley Barratt

Flow of My Blood - December 9, 2007

Life can shake me like an earthquake
Cracks overhead streets split wide
I try to find higher ground but under the rubble
Where am I

Life can hit me like a tsunami
Nothing but a wave crashed ashore
Suddenly I’m swimming towards the nearest tree
I grab for lives all around me
In this swirling mass of flood

Don’t forget my body
Who controls the flow of my blood
They say “seek and you shall find”
Worse times have been misunderstood

Life can take me like a raging fire
Smoke catches air and takes to sky
I surround my house perimeter empty space
But the flames jump the circle I’m in the circle

Life can whirl me like a hurricane
Wind adept at speeds to overtake
I’m not in a position to leave the scene
I watch the water rise to greet me
And sky touch down in all its fury

Don’t forget my body
Who controls the flow of my blood
They say “seek and you shall find”
Worse times have been misunderstood

Life can soothe me like the wind in my sails

copyright Shelley Barratt

The Traveler - December 9, 2007

She likes gypsy music
She dances o'er the ground
A veil of painted faces
Take to light and sound
She drums up every rhythm
She twirls a’ thru the night
Reflections in the tidepools
Of eyes in soft moonlight

Ah-iy-ya the whole world sings (ah-iy-ya)
Of the light this traveler brings (ah-iy-ya)
Ah-iy-ya the mystery (ah-iy-ya) Of she…

Light trails fall behind her
As she mixes with the crowd
Following the children
Coax the players loud
Flashes thru the air now
Fire takes to flight
Gasps of awe and wonder
Of orbs smoky and bright

Ah-iy-ya the whole world sings (ah-iy-ya)
Of the light this traveler brings (ah-iy-ya)
Ah-iy-ya the mystery (ah-iy-ya) Of she…

The wind it blows the scattered
Clouds and mist away
Traces of her footsteps
Alight into the fray
She came to give us promise
A soft whisper of heart
She left us with a memory
A place for us to start

Ah-iy-ya the whole world sings (ah-iy-ya)
Of the light this traveler brings (ah-iy-ya)
Ah-iy-ya the mystery (ah-iy-ya) Of she…

copyright Shelley Barratt

Suliviae - December 9, 2007

originating from the seafloor
capillary waves mark my terrain
settling in the aquifer
these forces have nothing to gain

Perpetual motion no slowing down
In devotion this water flowing all around
By hand, by word, by wand if by lake or by pond

Lost in emotion like lost in a crowd
Crash of great ocean momentum sung aloud
By voice, by stars, by crown to lay me down

ambient taste of the reservoir
I cannot stay clear of doubt

Unlocked potential frozen underground
Melting differential solid state can't seal the sound
Take me from the tip of this soluble soul
And slide from this glacier my vessel will subside
By will, by force, by tide and by contour lines

Pull me up from the springs of life
Pure and crisp as new skin
Quench my fear of drought
I am body of water

like Saraswati wades towards the Ganges
baptize me in the river

Continued navigation sweat off my starboard brow
An oscillation then earth's surface stays me now
By sea, by cloud, by dare suspended in air

Pull me up from the springs of life
Pure and crisp as new skin
Quench my fear of drought
I am body of water

copyright Shelley Barratt

Roots - December 9, 2007

They grow like weeds
I turn to seed
I wander the mines of their behavior
And field the countdown of our lives

Taking turns to feed
The hungry they know no guarantee
I'm watching through the window
Of ticking clocks and wind-up personalities

And if you’re thinking
I’m talking about food
Then water son
And soak down to the roots

Roots, they offer some sort of direction
Attached to the earth entwining your affection
Roots, they know how to survive
Even in brighter times
Nourish the need to stay alive

And if you’re thinking
I’m talking about food
Then water son
And soak down to the roots

Roots, they offer some sort of direction
Attached to the earth entwining your affection
Roots, they know how to survive
Even in brighter times
Nourish the need to stay alive

They grow like weeds

copyright Shelley Barratt

Wandering Sun - December 9, 2007

Horses clash on a snow-covered prairie
Wind at our backs one day closer
We’ve been riding this trail from dust to dawn
Kicking up dirt getting colder
Are we on the run
Are we open to reys
Of the wandering sun

Ground beneath us is soft underfoot
Red clay blue sky and bright yellow flowers
We are primary in our minds
We have no problem talking for hours
Now I’ll be the silent one
And I’ll mirror the sound
Of a wandering sun

Traveling quicksilver through wind and rain and vacant lots
Tunneling through until we see the light

Temporary blindness from cracks in the veil
Is enough to give us pause
It’s sundown as like battles like
We refuse to acknowledge the cause
Will this path ours become
Until we too are shadows
Of the wandering sun

Let those wild horses follow the stars
While onwards we roam
Let those wild horses follow the stars
While we find our way home
Let those wild horses follow the stars
We are not alone

Let those wild horses follow the stars
While ever on towards
The wandering sun

copyright Shelley Barratt

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