Two Grounds in C Minor Remix (after Purcell)

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises

Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments

Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices

That, if I then had waked after long sleep

Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming

The clouds methought would open and show riches

Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked

I cried to dream again

In a world filled with madness, massive sadness

Military tactics, political antics and media manic

Do not be afraid, a city full of noise is poised

To absorb sounds as sweet air

We shared the lightnin' sight

Souls take flight and break night

To mend day we hurt not

We flirt with words hot surrounded by a million moments of music and poets

The drums hum in my ears, voices moist with muse,

Strong speech sooth my blues

After a long sleep I sleep again, seeking zen

Peace and clouds not shrouds

I awake cryin to dream again, cryin to dream again

I wanna dream again, I need to dream again

I'm dreaming when I'm reaching, feeling, revealing what the music is healing

When their sealing a kiss, when I'm searching for this bliss, reminisce

Take me away from this world for a moment ethereal

When I feel that this moving is atmospheric

It is tripping with this motion

Moving rhythm, flowing, breaking, relating, celebrating, when I'm knowing, reaching

When I'm rising, finding, reminding, never blinding what I'm doing, what I'm consigning

Into the moment of the motion, devotion, with all that I feel, reveal

With the music when I see with the moment

when I know this music will definitely heal

Reveal

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?

Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy

Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly

Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?

If the true concord of well-tuned sounds

By unions married, do offend thine ear

They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds

In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear

Mark how one string, sweet husband to another

Strikes each in each by mutual ordering

Resembling sire and child and happy mother

Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing

Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one

Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none