Light exists as a continuous everlasting beginning. Darkness, by contrast, is not, as often assumed, a finality but a prelude. – John Berger, Cataract
Vocal – Lilli Cooper
Acoustic guitar – Ted Stafford
Piano – Greg Pliska
Bass – George Rush
Drums – Mark Brotter
Flute, clarinet – Peter Hess
Flugelhorn – Jim Hynes
Violins – Cenovia Cummins, Rachel Handman
Viola – Hiroko Taguchi
Cello – Kate Spingarn
Strings arranged by Greg Pliska
I know the red of sunset
When the sea has caught on fire,
When the bellies of the clouds are raw
And the bird’s caught on the wire.
I know the green of dark canals,
The black of waiting saints,
But where’s the magic color,
Inside our box of paints?
Where is light, light divine?
How do I paint the light that makes a spirit shine?
Where is the brush, the oil of day?
Where is the hue so bright you’ve got to look away?
Where is light, light divine?
Who paints the brown on hollow cheeks
When hunger runs too deep,
When the bellies of the children burn
Bright yellow in their sleep?
Who paints the gray on human flesh
In silent tenements?
And who will come illuminate
Our dark Enlightenment?
Where is light, light divine?
How do I paint the light that makes a spirit shine?
Where is the brush, the oil of day?
Where is the hue so bright you’ve got to look away?
Where is light, light divine?
Who flipped the switch?
Who made the light?
Was the day the chick
Or was the egg the night?
Where is light, light divine?
How do I paint the light that makes a spirit shine?
Where is the brush, the oil of day?
Where is the hue so bright you’ve got to look away?
Where is light, light divine?
