Words to songs on the new album, "Box full of Rainbows"

Mike bailey acoustic guitar, national steel body guitars (2,3,9), panpipe (7) Electric guitar (5)

all songs copyright 2020 stark forest music, ascap


Jupiter's moon dance:


so good to see the night sky right here with you no city haze to ruin the lights and your eyes 

reflect the brilliant view



nothing i'd rather see

nothing i would rather do

nowhere i'd rather be

than watching jupiter's moon dance with you


night sky so velvety black against the crisp white stars

neptune often pays a visit along with venus and mars

(repeat chorus)

so many people will never see the crisp winter stars

i get to share it with you constellations look close 

but they are so far away

(repeat chorus)


BOX Full of Rainbows


I'm on my own like a magician with the oldest tricks

watching the planet waiting for the rain to fall down 

fast and thick

i won't sell out to the other side

the lonely places where they all like to run and hide

let loose the air waves i'm bound to cut through

when the time comes around i will put on my dancing shoes




Box full of rainbows all saved up for the massive rains

ready to let those colors shine aging away like the finest wine

ready for the proper sign box full of rainbows


secrets of the moon they are like a double ferris wheel

we're looking all around and we're never quite sure how we feel

one day we'll be just some old musty photographs

withered down like the wild weeds out there on the path

for those looking back through the all seeing eye

wanting to know the way wanting to give the same kind of try

(repeat chorus)


Where is my home:


I stood on the shore watching the waves break

watching the gulls fly against the blue sky

& I tasted the salt in the cool ocean air

while the sun went down like it was descending some stairs

and i looked into the darkness and out came the moon

and the stars with their mission to lighten up all the gloom

and i saw the pattern silhouette with the shore

and i asked where is my home 

is it here for evermore


I read all about your famous melting pot

the books failed to mention the haves and have nots

your statue of liberty stands so tall and green

i wish i could tell half the stories she's seen

your factories hum with the industrial age

they turn out books all with a missing page

the breeze turned cold and the sky turned grey

and i ask where is my home is it here i should stay


i turned my attention to the trails heading inland

got tired of tripping all over the cold cold sand

met up with the fishermen and i tried their rough ways

i left that existence after a few scraggly days

so i boarded a train headed away from the coast 

life on the homestead so many good points to boast

and the sun turned red and the sky turned green

and i asked where is my home this is just like a dream


Hamlet train:


should i head back in time to heat up the cold spots on the rail

is there strength to find in opening up a long lost trail

fire up these engines turn the wheels again

don't say i am too old to make it home

to go back home again



i wanna go and ride the hamlet train

life is moving away too fast

see the hobos out in the cold cold rain

kicking around the broken glass

broken whisky bottle glass

they kicked it so long 

they're just about insane

staring up with broken eyes

at the passenger train

<sic: don't stop here no more>


life's treasures i hold close

in the present future past

nothing stays around forever

you just let those freight trains roll on past

If i could see through these eyes

without constant pain

then i'll know i am a railway spirit

looking for 

looking for that long lost passenger train


(repeat chorus)

<sic tickets tickets tickets tickets!!!!>




I've got old photographs

wild stories to make your children laugh

lunches and suppers too

wild nights full of country blues





Rocky road home:



here and there and everywhere

i've been driving this old truck

all along the countryside

on my way to run and hide

from the life i knew before

from the old revolving door




hey this  whole era has come down to it's end

so i'm starting on the rocky road back home again

rocky road back home old friends


ask me for reasons and more

I ran so far from my past

vietnam was like a vinegar wine

but i came home to a bitter find

from the life  i knew before

and it didn't mix up so well

with orange dreams about that war


(repeat chorus)




the mountain:



well i bought myself a beat up dodge and i filled it up with gas

took the old road out of town and avoided the whole bypass

tried to get back a long gone feeling but you can never go home again

oh it's such a pity the condition this road is in




do you remember the mountain

and the spring where the water ran so free

now there's just a big fat managed community

over there where the spring used to be


we'd come up from the foothills with our water jugs

get water from that mountain the water that we all loved

then one morning the highway machine showed up and

blasted down the peak

everything is such a pity now the mountain side so bleak



(repeat chorus)



that old dodge ran hot and i got lost

outside of gainesville town

finally found a service station

that wasn't boarded up and totally closed down

he patched up the radiator and sold me some cider too

whoa kid come back later for a quart of that mountain dew


(repeat chorus)




Ezekiel/valley of the bones



(Ezekiel section)


where are you going tonight you won't be alone for long

some where they are hanging around where nothing is going on

tell me ezekiel where can you go

too old for the playground but much too young to knowe




so you breathe fire into the night

but your friends cast no shadows and they fade

listlessly with the early morning light


you never had a friend in all your reckless life

now they are all around you cutting into you

with one silver knife

they'll leave you cold and alone pale and dry

first and last things they tell you you know it'll all be lies


(repeat chorus)


where are you going tonight you won't be alone for long

somewhere they are hanging around with nothing going on

tell me ezekiel where can you go where can you go whoa whoa whoa whoa



(valley of the bones section)



as i walk down through the valley where nobody else can go

i walk down there through the valley of the bones

and i see the things around me here that nobody else has known

way down there in the valley of the bones

rise up old souls and go no one will ever know

you are not there in the ashes you're in the sea

you're in the sky in the air and you're everywhere

rise up now from the valley of the bones




old motor inn:



saw you with your doors wide open 

wrecking ball crashing in the parking lot

so many years gone like a mystery

i try to hold on to the things i'd

forgotten all about



I went through a wall of old boxes

trying to carve out my own space

you hit me like a crashing helicopter

matchbook and receipt from that 1960s place




hey they want that up on e bay you oughta list it

you might get rich

but i'm looking for a clear way out

a clean departure without a hitch




there's one match left in this matchbook

i've been holding onto it since 1968

a big spooky building that once was a paradise

now eagerly meets it's final fate


I light the match it burns kind of slow

that annoying little blue burst and now it's gone

i just let go of what was holding me down

and now i know i was not wrong




First wall of the mule barn:



Where do i find you along side myself

got my own good nobody else's wealth

just us and the wagon are beating it down the road

the mules are tired and now it's time to unload




first wall of the mule barn is going up

working in the dark and i'm drinking from an old clay cup

it's not level not pretty and i don't even care

200 years gone by it might even still be there

200 years gone and somewhere it's still out there


I hope the bloody wars are over

don't look back just roll in the cool clover

the pine is fresh the mules are young

my store is busy and my well has sprung


(repeat chorus)




b side 45:



finding the story to make us all dance

around the table what a glorious chance

make it fast make it flow one minute and 59

to please the masters of the radio

time keepers of the radio







after my late night dream i feel so alive

i composed a b side 45

with scratches and wobbles and mysterious dark grooves

rca dog in the victrola horn never making a move

never ever made a false move




so capitol with it's orange and yellow swirl

half apple traveled just about around the world

big yellow sun always brightening up the scene

always the b side left on the old machine

always the b side on the old machine b side 45












lyrics & more! 

Here are the words to the songs on my first album "Secret Heated Winter Gardens"

Living With The Wolves

Ask Me Where I'm Going

Ask Me Where I've Been

Wonder How the Time Flies

Before the Day can End

I walk through Secret Gardens

Hunt on Holy Ground

Living With the Wolves

They Keep Me Around

Late at night we're Hunting

Under moon and stars

In touch collective consciousness

With those that lived on Mars

Many times we've been here

Many times we're gone

Living With the Wolves

Forever and for so long

I'm learning of the changes

Secrets of the Globe

Learning when to howl

And when I should lay low

Running with My own tribe 

With collective soul

Living With the Wolves

We never will grow old

Midnight On the Mighty Blue

The Grey Man's Walking

Out there alone in the sand

Watching and waiting

Throwing up his bony hands

Nobody listens to signs anymore

What in the world are we supposed to do?

There's a whole big stream of hurricanes out there

Not just one or two

Deep Woods banshee scary midnight

Hurricanes come to chase you down

All you can do is run for cover

Like a nervous baying walker hound

Running from the mighty blue

Midnight on the Mighty Blue

Midnight on the Mighty Blue

Watching the Shadows from the Moon

My Elevator

The Dream is back again

It never really goes away

You just deal with your hand

The cards you're dealt that day

Life seems to totally stop

A weird stop motion unexplained totally

Like an elevator's bouncy drop

Soon a different floor you'll see

Look quickly soon a sign will say

You are not allowed here go home

A nervous operator argues

Just what can you see or own

Sometimes it's secret elaborate baths

Or dark cold rooms with hard dirt floors

Never finished totally

Like the water glass on the shelf out by the door

The bounce and jolt first floor all off

My eyes open the operator's gone

The half empty water glass the pissing hungry cats

Hiss at the shrill ringing telephone

My floors are cold windows frozen

Gardens outside show a definite chill

The dogs are running with the leaves

Out in the big dog pen out on the hill

The Old Schoolyard

I stood and I looked around the old Schoolyard

the cold clay ground so cracked,rough and hard

wondered about the bullies that played there over the years

Journeyed somewhere back in time and found I had some fears

In the Springtime they always ran us like a Marathon

50 yard dash and the big kids always won

What about their Gold ribbons where are they now?

I know I saw some specs of Gold dust blowing along the ground

All the marathons I never could quite win

Seems they were over when I was trying to begin

I thought I heard somebody talking from back in time

Over where the see saws used to be but maybe it was just some windchimes

What of the kids there from the old Schoolyard

So many years have passed and life has been so hard

how many time travelers have been to the place

Where the wind of reality slaps you in the face

I stood and I looked around the old Schoolyard

The cold clay ground so cracked rough and hard

Wondered about the bullies that played there over the years

Journeyed somewhere back in time and found I had no fear


Are you the dreamer or are you the dream?

Are you standing by the crossroads are you in the telegraph in between?

When you look in the mirror do you see me?

What is the edge of your reality?


There are lights in the shadows

Lights in the darkest corners of the night

Lights in the brightest stars of midnight

Lights in the deepest of frights

Lights in the heart of the night

I woke up somewhere walking through your time

Borrowed your hat and coat and I sampled your wine

Heard your train Roll down by the Sea

Saddled your horse and I rode him so free

(repeat chorus)

Lights in the Harvest of the night

Lights in the Harvest of the night

Up All Night

Got no socks and I'm Walking with the wind

Feel the big chill so which way should I bend?

I can't throw away all I believe

I'm not a man with tricks  

there is nothing up my sleeve


I can't stop thinking about the dreams I had last night

So I'm up all night wondering how to make things right

Up all night thinking all about yesterday

What's so different about today?

Tell me what's so different about today

Now I'm far away in a long distance town

Doesn't seem quite right when you're no where to be found

Everything I touch just turns into wrong

There's only one thing I'm good at so I sat down and wrote the song

(repeat chorus)

Have You Heard the Wind

Have you Heard the Wind like one resonant voice

Through the sea and the sky and the land of your choice

Through the houses tall and grand in the cities in the towns

To the lonesome pine grove places where the spirits are found


Have you Heard the Wind

Did you listen to the wind

Better listen once again 

Before it's all gone

Better listen once again

To the lonesome wind's song

Have you Heard the Wind In all it's mystery

It speaks of different places of things you will not see

It's the cry from long dead slaves over dreams that would never be

It's the moan from the very first creature on his walk out of the deep blue sea

(repeat chorus)

Blue August Moon

Blue August Moon 

Shine on me down through my rooms

Tell me answers with no reasons

Things that come about change of seasons

Blue August Moon

Turquiose Dog Day Sky

Watch me wherever I fly

Take my mind to a different place

under the ancient glow of your midnight face

Changes come changes scare me

sometimes life is oh so contrary

But in this evergreen tinged World

Each grain of sand is another pearl

Blue August Moon

Such a natural hue

Such a Midnight Blue

From Dark to early morning light

I cannot escape from your stony sights

Blue August Moon

You foreshadow the days of wonder and gloom

Like you know the total Score

September rolled around and you were no more











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