Great Red Sun (1969 - Age 22)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1969, 2023

Land of the lotus flowers
Land of the silver towers
Home of the great red sun
Send me a new, new day
Lost in the ocean spray

Land of the sparkling rivers
Land where the sunshine quivers
Home of the great red sun
Send me a new, new day
Lost in the ocean spray

Where everyone says to you
Are you without a soul
Then, to them, all you answer true
I am still living whole

Land of the laughing lovers
Land where the matter covers
Home of the great red sun
Send me a new, new day
Lost in the ocean spray

Where all the people try to scoff
When you perform great deeds
Where all the water in the trough
Runs down to Ganymede's

Grass and Clover (1965 - Age 18)

 

Got No Time (1966 - Age 19)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1966, 2021

Got no time to sit and play with you
Got no time to talk today with you
Cause I'm working each hour
To please you and me
And I'm trying to shower
My love, can't you see

Got no time to sit and talk with you
Got no time to take a walk with you
Cause I'm trying each minute
To make you so glad
I'm trying each finite
Dimensions of sad

Got no time, my head is filled with pain
Got no time, my body's chilled with rain
And I'm crying for you, dear
Wherever you are
I'm crying for you, hear
Here, there, or afar

Got no time, again my heart is low
Got no time, forever start to grow
Make me know that you love me
I know I love you
Know you're above me
I know I'll be true

[Listen to it here]

Golden Stardust (1967 - Age 20)

 

Golden Dewdrops (1968 - Age 21)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1968, 2021

Golden dewdrops fall upon me
‘Neath the early morning sun
Walk I now beneath a rainbow
Where a new day has begun
Tell me what you think of sunshine
Tell me what you think of rain
Is it hard for you to tell me
Is it hard to bear the pain

Golden dewdrops fall upon you
Shining in the morning air
Pearls and diamonds sparkle brightly
Pick a shoot of maidenhair
Tell me what you think of rainbows
Tell me all I need to know
Is it hard to say the words, love
Is it hard for you to show

Golden dewdrops fall upon them
Glinting ‘neath the mid-day sky
And before the aged walks she
Thoughts I'd wish to purify
Constantly, I call upon you
Telling you to keep away
Is it hard to understand, love
We've been led so far astray

{listen to it here]

Golden Blood (1971 - Age 24)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1971, 2021

I can live forever
Nothing real will sever
Golden blood
Reincarnation
Mystic incantation
Golden blood

If someone is chasing you
Don't panic, use your head
Find some place to hide
Or you will find they want you dead

Find some pleasing pleasure
And you'll find your leisure
Golden blood
Lift your hearts together
Naught will ever tether
Golden blood

If someone is chasing you
Don't panic, use your head
Find some place to hide
Or you will find they want you dead

If you feel like dying
Laugh, do not start crying
Golden blood
Hold your arms out to me
Swim in Life's Karma Sea
Golden blood

If someone is chasing you
Don't panic, use your head
Find some place to hide
Or you will find they want you dead

[Listen to it here]

God's Truth About Gender

 

David E James IV
VMI Publishers
2008
ISBN: 978-1-933204-60-4
Christian Living, Contemporary Life

In order to better understand the rest of the book, I highly suggest reading chapter seventeen first; then the reader will know how the author comes to some of his conclusions.

There was a time when “God’s Truth” meant more to me if I saw it in the title of a book, but at this stage in my life, I’ve come to realize that the “truth” often depends upon one’s interpretation of it.

Since I experienced some of what the author has suffered, I understand his background. David James’ (a pseudonym for personal reasons) interpretation will be seen to be very conservative. In spite of some of the arguments he presents, I don’t totally agree with everything he postulates.

For example, on the subject of masturbation, he uses the oft-misquoted scripture of how Onan ‘spilled his seed on the ground’ instead of impregnating his brother’s wife as commanded.  However, it was not ‘masturbation’ that the Lord found ‘wicked’, but rather, Onan’s disobedience. [Genesis 38:8-10]

In addition, the author tends to ‘compartmentalize’ men and women -- woman should be the ‘girly-girly’ type, and men the macho hero.  According to the author, that’s pretty much the way God planned it. I have a problem with this, especially since I have never been a ‘macho man’ and don’t want to be. That’s not me.

That said, the author does present some interesting arguments, supported primarily by Old and New Testament scriptures, but conclusions with which the reader may or may not agree. He covers such subjects as masturbation, homosexuality, marriage, and gender identity.

Book Review by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©2008

Goddess Of Love (1971 - Age 24)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1971, 2021

Your eyes sparkle like gems
Your lips are rosy red
All these treasures belong to you
My goddess of love
After I set my eyes on you
I never once felt blue
Now, you're mine to keep and hold
My goddess of love

Your skin is fair to touch
And I love you so very much
You set my heart aflame
My goddess of love
After I felt your hand in mine
I knew it was a sign
That you're mine to keep and hold
My goddess of love

Your eyes sparkle like gems
Your lips are rosy red
You set my heart aflame
My goddess of love
After I kissed you tenderly
You were the one for me
Now, you'll be mine forevermore
My goddess of love

[Listen to it here]

Glory Road (1973 - Age 26)

Written, Composed 
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1973, 2023

Glory Road

You've got to rid yourself of fear
To walk upon this road
For it is only here
Where the brave make their abode
Many dangers pass you
Many people die
This is no place for cowards
Or people who will cry

Glory Road

You've got to give yourself to her
To walk upon this place
For it is only she
Who can save your honoured face
Many perils flower
Many people die
This is no place for cowards
Or people who will cry

Glory Road


(Inspired by the novel, Glory Road, by Robert A Heinlein)

[Listen to it here]

Give Me Some Time (1964 - Age 17)

 

Girlchild Nadine (1971 - Age 24)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1971, 2021

There is a girlchild whose name is Nadine
Hair like the bright stars: a silvery sheen
Ever have I
Wanted to cry
When in her eyes I've seen

Tears shining brightly beneath the sun's light
Day passing by, then returning as night
Day after day
Wanting to say
Will you please pray for right

Girlchild Nadine
Knows what she's seen
Girlchild Nadine
Knows where I've been

Up to the galaxies we will soon fly
There to a planet I know we can buy
Once again, you
Know what to do
As we listen to a psi

There is a girlchild whose name is Nadine
Wants me to write and to sing a love-paean
So I reply
I would not lie
When I descry her mien

Girlchild Nadine
Soon will be queen
Girlchild Nadine
Knows what we glean

[Listen to it here]

Girl I Love (1966 - Age 19)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1966, 2021

I call on her each night
And she holds me tight
Oh, and I love her so much
She's the girl I love

She's the girl I love
Love with all my heart
She's the girl I love
And we'll never part

I love her oh so much
I thrill to her soft touch
Oh, and I love her so much
She's the girl I love

She's the girl I love
Love with all my heart
She's the girl I love
And we'll never part

She knows I love her so
She says she'll never go
Just cause I love her so much
She's the girl I love

She's the girl I love
Love with all my heart
She's the girl I love
And we'll never part

[Listen to it here]

Gerrine (1966 - Age 19)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright 1966, 2021

Gerrine, Gerrine
Don't break my heart
I love you so

Gerrine, Gerrine
I want you near
Oh, don't you go

I want you so
Won't you say that you'll be mine
I need you so
Won't you say you'll be mine all the time

Gerrine, Gerrine
Please say you'll care
And come to me

Gerrine, Gerrine
I'd give my all
Unyieldingly

I want you so
Can't you say that you'll be mine
I need you so
Won't you say you'll be mine all the time

[Listen to it here]

From Outer Space (1970 - Age 23)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1970, 2023

From outer space my brothers came
To make the world of Man
And now, it's never been the same
Since Space and Time began

From outer space my sisters came
To marry mortal men
They set the loveless soon aflame
Above yon mortal ken

From outer space my fathers came
To raise a world of Love
And now, they only can acclaim
The works of those above

From outer space my mothers came
To nurse the rising race
And soon, my families did proclaim
The planets they'd embrace

From Om to Orgasm

Chandi Devi  &  J Ram  Sivananda 
AuthorHouse
2008
ISBN: 978-1-4343-4960-6
Tantra, Sexuality, Spirituality,
  
Tantra involves more than just sex, and this ‘primer’ explains so much more of the spiritual, psychological, moral, and physical reasoning behind it.

Utilizing a multitude of charts, photographs and illustrations, the authors demonstrate how Tantra works, and what various elements of it correspond to, or mean.

As they draw on both ancient and modern resources, the authors explain and expound on such concepts as life energy, the chakras, yin and yang, karma, love, intimacy, the Tantric secret to manifestation, sexual union, worship, just to name a few of the topics related to this ages-old art of spiritual sexuality.

Also included are some suggested practice sessions for individuals and couples, and some ‘quick Tantra tips’ which take five minutes or less to complete.

Overall, this is an excellent introduction to a highly misunderstood life path. Explanations of various concepts abound and, although better suited for couples, the information presented is more than adequate for individuals as well, offering wisdom regarding significant others—“the partner we select should share our basic philosophy of life, possess interests, energy and passions similar to our own, and have a capacity for spiritual growth, mental expansion, and emotional development”.

Certainly, advice we could all use from an early age.

Also included is an interesting chart that contrasts Western thought and Eastern teachings—i.e. Western religion and Eastern spirituality.

If you’re curious at all about Tantric philosophy, then this book is for you, for you, too, may discover the path to Bliss.

Book Review by Michael Woodhead 
Copyright ©2008

Fragrance Of The East

 Chinmaya Dunster
New Earth Records
2004

This 'Live in India' performance by Chinmaya Dunster and the Celtic Ragas Band is a beautiful blend of Indian and Celtic music that lifts the spirit with its rhythms and melodies.

Drawing on material from his Karma Circles album, and new compositions, the pieces here are sure to delight the ear. Especially enjoyable are Chance Finding, and Circlemakers, as well as a couple of numbers that feature the female vocalist, Shruti Banu.

As a special bonus, there are three videos included on the CD with music from the live concert at the Bharatiya Vidyapeeth Institute of Environmental Education and Research (BVIEER) in Pune, as well as interviews with Dr Erach Bharucha.

TRACKLIST:
1. Chance Finding
2. Sarvane Rute Aye
3. Moonsong
4. Bhattiyali
5. Manipuri Megh
6. Circlemakers
7. Mausam Ayenge
8. Changes
9. Reg Shivranjani 

Music Review by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©2005

Forever, My Darling (1965 - Age 18)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1965, 2021

Forever, my darling 
I'll be with you
My heart remains at your side
My life will be yours
And everything, too
To you my arms open wide

Forever, my darling 
My heart is yours
My dreams are ever of you
Forever I've loved
And will evermore
Yes, everyday, love me true

Forever, my darling
Now, you can see
I have the power of speech
So, love, please give ear
And listen to me
Will you please stay within reach

Forever, my darling
I'll be with you
My love remains ever strong
My love will be yours
My love will be true
And last, dear, so very long

[Listen to it here]

Forever (1965 - Age 18)

 

For Those Who Love (1966 - Age 19)

 

For They Bring Us Love and Peace (1970 - Age 23)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1970, 2023

High above me in the sky
There the mighty starships lie
Waiting patiently the hour
When the earth will lose its pow'r
Then we'll know that wars will cease
For they bring us Love and Peace

We shall welcome them in love
These our brothers from above
They will show the way of Right
Set the shining, guiding Light
Then we'll know that wars will cease
For they bring us Love and Peace

We will learn to love Mankind
For we are of one whole Mind
And then, as the ages pass
We will share the water-glass
Then we'll know that wars will cease
For they bring us Love and Peace

And when all has been complete
We will feel the searing heat
Of the rebirth of the soul
From the limbo world, Sheol
Then we'll know that wars will cease
For they bring us Love and Peace

For I Love You (1967 - Age 20)

 

Following the Call

 

Ann Licater
Cul de Sac Mystic Productions
2007
 
Flute music, to me, has always been very haunting in its sound. The wood and clay flutes on these selections are no exception.
 
Plaintive and sonorous, these Native American and World flutes call out from an ageless time and a seemingly vast expanse of emptiness, expressing a wide range of emotions, and touching a myriad of senses in the listener.
 
Sometimes Ann plays the instruments individually, and at other times, in harmony or counterpoint, or with harmonics; but in whichever manner she's chosen to perform, the sounds and the music of these original tunes and improvisations reach into the soul and resonate with the listener's inner feelings, creativity, and intuition.
 
Let these expressive compositions transport you to a deeper rendezvous with your soul and spirit.
 
TRACKLIST:
1. Following the Call
2. Numinous Gateway
3. Spirit Dance
4. Ancient Echoes
5. Sacred Moon
6. Unfolding Mystery
7. Wind and Butterfly
8. Three Graces
9. Mystic Messenger
10. Dream Time
11. Initiation
12. Beloved
13. Winged Prayer
14. Emergence
15. Old Soul
16. Full Circle

Music Review by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©2007

Flowers In the Garden (1967 - Age 20)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1967, 2021

So many flowers in the garden
And not a single one for me
So many flowers in the garden
And not a single one for thee
Flowers in the garden
So many are they
Flowers in the garden
In breezes they sway
Bending neath the rainstorm
Opening to the sun
Bending neath the rainstorm
Opening to the sun

So many flowers in the garden
And not a single one alive
So many flowers in the garden
But, not enough to fill a hive
Flowers in the garden
I pick some for you
Flowers in the garden
Red, white, pink and blue
Drinking in the water
Bending in the rain
Drinking in the water
Bending in the rain

[Musical Verse]

So many flowers in the garden
I go to join them anyhow
So many flowers in the garden
Will you come and join me, now
Flowers in the garden
Wandering without clothes
Flowers in the garden
Shame is dead, we know
Wandering with the faeries
Wandering to and fro
Wandering with the faeries
Wandering to and fro

[Listen to it here]

Flowers For My Lady (1966 - Age 19)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1966, 2021

Flowers for my lady
Perfume for you, too
Daffodils and posies
They know I love you

Flowers for my lady
Powder for you, too
Roses and tulips
Remind me of you

Flowers for my lady
And rings for you, too
All these, my darling
Remind me of you

[Musical Bridge]

Flowers for my lady
And rings for you, too
All these, my darling
Remind me of you

[Musical Bridge]

Flowers for my lady
And rings for you, too
All these, my darling
Remind me of you

[Listen to it here]

Flight of the Damned (1969 - Age 22)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1969, 2023

Wand'ring through fields of flowers
Wond'ring where to go
Wand'ring 'neath rainbow showers
Wond'ring what to do
Here it comes—the flight of the damned
Understand
What is a cryptogram

Knowing not what soon may chance
Upon their weary band
Wanting only peace, romance
Within their faerieland
Where there's Love and there's Truth
And there's Peace—a masterpiece
The flight of the damned
Their numbers will increase

Searching for the cherubim
And the garden, Eden
There to find the seraphim
And new life again
Here it comes—the flight of the damned
Understand
Unfathomed oriflamb

Flame That Died (1967 - Age 20)

 

Firestone (1969 - Age 22)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1969, 2023

Hot, flaming lava flows from crevices deep
I climb the hills about which seem to be steep
Firestone
It burns my feet and chars my hands
As I walk about in 3-D lands

Hot, flaming gases blow from crevices deep
I try to stop the tears, but always do I weep
Firestone
It makes my hands sweat and makes me crawl
I want to hide my form from all

I seek some shelter, there's none to be found
I keep on walking back and forth, and then around
Firestone
Stuns my senses; all things blue
I seem to fall away from her

And now, my mind is growing dim
He's left and taken her with him
Firestone
Surrounds me as I seek shelter free
But firestone is all around me

Fire and Brimstone (1970 - Age 23)

 

Field (1968 - Age 21)

 

Fiction Princess (1969 - Age 22)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2021

Fiction princess in your tower
Eat your purple cauliflower
Hoping someone will deflower you

Fiction prince upon your charger
Do your perils now grow larger
Do you think that you'll o'ercharge her boon

Fiction mother wants to aid you
Find your way unto the maid
View all you can for you'll invade too soon

Fiction father wants to see you
Down upon your swollen knee
To enter in the fray, or flee, do swoon

Fiction child was born on Sunday
Learned to read and write on Monday
Learned to love, then left in one day, too

Fiction princess in your tower
Eat your purple cauliflower
Hoping someone will deflower you

[Listen to it here]

Heroes Of Vasuda (2026 - Age 79)

Pocketbook version now available on Amazon:

 Heroes of Vasuda: The Fifth Scroll from the Scrolls of Solomon Magus : Woodhead, Michael: Amazon.ca: Books

Fear Of Music

 

Why People Get Rothko 
But Don’t Get Stockhausen
David Stubbs
Zero Books
2009
ISBN: 978-1-84694-179-5
modern art, music

 “Why has avant garde music failed to attain the audience, the cachet, the legitimacy of its visual equivalent?”
 
So begins this small book of six chapters and just over 130 pages. It endeavors to help the reader understand why modern society seems to have embraced avant garde and experimental art, but not the same in music, even though they both mirror the psychological, spiritual and societal breakdown of Man.
 
Chapter One takes an overall view of the apparent ‘schism’ between modern art and music.
 
Chapter Two looks at the roots of both, beginning with the original friendship between Schoenberg and Kandinsky; the rise of the Futurist movement; and the relationship of art and music with Nazi Germany. 
 
Chapter Three highlights the beginnings of musique concrète and electronic music, as well as the evolution of jazz.
 
Chapter Four focuses on pop art and pop music, and the early experiments of Paul McCartney and the free form group, AMM, and then on to the music of Derek Bailey.
 
Chapter Five takes a look at some European groups like Can, Faust, and Kraftwerk, then to the music of Frank Zappa, punk and post-punk work, and then on to rave and ambient
 
Chapter Six wraps things up by taking another overview of the art and music, and the author explains that, “One of the great reasons avant garde music needs to exist is that it does not need to exist…It is the threat it notionally poses to civilization that makes it so supremely civilized. It is its refusal to be co-opted by the forces that drive us on towards eventual death that makes it so affirmative."
 
Fear Of Music, I feel, is a much needed resource in our appreciation of the arts regardless of our own tastes in music or art.

Book Review by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©2009

Fay (1969 - Age 22)

Written, Composed 
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2021

There's never been a woman so excitingly gay
Who catches my heart like the sweet birds in May
Like Fay

There'll always be that woman I'll remember each day
Who ever says to me that she will never go away
My Fay
She makes all my dreams so excitingly real
My Fay
And all my love I know I cannot conceal
From Fay

Remember that woman who made my head sway
With thoughts of her and of her love, yes, everyday
My Fay
She makes all my dreams so excitingly real
My Fay
And all my love I know I cannot conceal
From Fay

There's never been a woman so excitingly gay
Who catches my heart like the sweet birds in May
Like Fay

[Listen to it here]

Fate of Man (1969 - Age 22)

Lyrics by Patricia Eeckeleers
Music Composed, Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2021

Looking at the fate of Man
I've often wondered why
A man will laugh when things go wrong
Yet he never seems to cry

Is that the way the world was made
Is that how it should be
If when again a man will learn
A new life makes him free

Looking at the fate of Man
Why does he never try
He speaks of Death with eager words
Yet he's afraid to die

Is that the way the world was made
Is that how it should be
If when again a man will learn
A new life makes him free

Looking at the fate of Man
He reaches for the sky
But when he speaks with wistful words
What lingers in his eye

[Musical Chorus]

I've looked upon the fate of Man
And now, his world is through
The lessons that he thought were many
Had been just a few

Is that the way the world was made
Is that how it should be
If when again a man will learn
A new life makes him free

[Listen to it here]

Faceless Face (1977 - Age 30)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1977, 2021

Look into my faceless face
And tell me what you see
Do you view the final days
The last catastrophe
Armageddon, on its way
Has once been prophesied
Now two worlds, both love and hate
Will soon meet and collide
Find some shelter, hide you there

Look into my faceless face
And tell me what you hear
Are you listening to the wind
Or to the heavenly charioteer
Soon, we'll all be overrun
Like lost and wandering sheep
As, defenseless
We await the final, dreaded sleep
There's no place for you to hide

[Musical Verse]

Look into my faceless face
And tell me what you feel
You can't run, no, you can't walk
Can't take an automobile
This is it--your time's run out
Stand and face it if you can
Though the end has come at last
Death begins a new life-span
An eternity of love

[Listen to it here]

Eye In the Sky (1967 - Age 20)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1967, 2023

Faeries can fly
So why can't I
I can still see
The eye in the sky

Do you know why
Someone can cry
Now can you see
The eye in the sky

Everybody seems to think that I am what I am
But I know that I am only hiding in a sham

I say goodbye
Though it's a lie
Can you still see
The eye in the sky

Is your mouth dry
Do you still cry
What is this thing
The eye in the sky

No one knows the truth about me, no one knows my name
But I face the aching trials and the pending shame

Exploring the Eternal Soul

Andy Tomlinson

O-Books

ISBN:   1-978-1-84694-069-9

Past Lives, Reincarnation

2007

Rather than focusing on past lives, this book looks at the ‘life between lives’, the spirit world, or the ‘light realm’, as experienced through regressive hypnosis by several different individuals (from Europe rather than North America). All the subjects had varying degrees of knowledge about the interlife from having heard about it to possessing no knowledge at all.

The chapters cover a variety of different aspects about the interlife: moving towards the light after death, becoming whole, reviewing past lives, soul groups, specialist activities, planning the next life, the influence of karma, and returning to the new incarnation.

What I find amazing is the similarity in the narratives related by the subjects, some environments varying only because of the different personalities and previous experiences.

Two things impacted me while reading this book: the power of our thoughts to create something from nothing (or, rather, energy since, if I remember correctly from physics, nothing is destroyed, it merely changes its form); and the necessity and power of meditation.

Ever since the search for Bridey Murphy in the 1950s, increased research into past lives and in between lives has been done, with often similar and surprising results. The author makes note of several of these while recounting his own research.

Exploring the Eternal Soul is only a part of that total body of research, but for those seeking proof of life after and beyond Death, there are some convincing accounts offered therein.

Spirit guides, soul mates, libraries, and life books, healing, energy—these and more are examined and discussed through these 'insights from the life between lives.

Book Review by Michael Woodhead

Copyright ©2007

 

Except You (1968 - Age 21)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1968, 2021

Three dozen or more
Maybe even a score
One is always like the other
I could never love another
Except you

I will always love you
I will never be blue
One is always like the other
I could never love another
Except you

I will always need you
I will always be true
One is always like the other
I could never love another
Except you

[Listen to it here]

Evolution's Revolution (1971 - Age 24)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1971, 2021

Are you one of us 
Are you on the bus of Evolution's Revolution 
Are you in a dream 
Are you in the stream of Evolution's Revolution 

Evolution's Revolution
It is what we feel
Evolution's Revolution
In the minds we peel 

Are you still alive 
Are you still deprived of Evolution's Revolution 
What will you soon find 
In-between the mind of Evolution's Revolution 

Evolution's Revolution
It is everywhere 
Evolution's Revolution
Feel it in the air 

When the people stare 
And when you are bare—Evolution's Revolution 
Sit upon my chair 
Stroke your silken hair—Evolution's Revolution 

Evolution's Revolution 
Know that you're so fair 
Evolution's Revolution 
You know you are there 
With us as we share 
Evolution's Revolution

[Listen to it here]

Ev'ning Love (1967 - Age 20)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1967, 2021

Here stand we beneath the moon 
Baby, don't you leave so soon 
Don't you see that it can be
Ev'ning love for you and me 

Come to me my baby, dear 
Let me hold you oh so near 
Can't you see that this will be 
Ev'ning love for you and me 

I will love you tenderly 
Baby, know that I love thee 
Can't you see that this will be 
Ev'ning love for you and me

[Listen to it here]

Everything (1964 - Age 17)

 

Every Now and Then (1965 - Age 18)

 

Every Kiss, Every Thrill (1972 - Age 25)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1972, 2021

Every kiss, every thrill
Everything that you will shall be yours
Every touch, every smile
Every move done in style shall be more

Every kiss, every thrill
Sends a cold, ecstatic chill down my spine
Every lip, every hand
That we hold, understand you are mine

Every kiss, every thrill
Shall be yours, dear, until Death we part
Every eye, every ear
Every laugh, every tear from your heart

Every kiss, every thrill
Every valley, every hill beckons me
Everyone, everywhere
You must show how you care
I am free to be me

[Listen to it here]

Every Chance (1967 - Age 20)

 

Evergreen (1967 - Age 20)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1967, 2021

I play upon my silver tambourine 
I make love to you my subterrene 
Dressed complete in golden crinoline 
Evergreen 

I seek to hide away in Argentine 
Dressed myself in silken velvetine 
Never have I known a thing obscene 
Evergreen 

[Musical Verse]

Baby at your breast begins to wean 
Everything about you is so clean 
I will always think you as a queen 
Evergreen 

Move to lands away from cruel machine 
Sing to me a loved one's magic paean 
Do you know what I find in-between 
Evergreen 

Coralline , Evergreen 
Lovely Jean, Evergreen 
Sapphirine , Evergreen

[Listen to it here]

Ever-Eternal (1972 - Age 25)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1972, 2019

I am the Lord thy God, I Am that I Am
I made the Earth dry-shod whereon thou hast trod
I made men and wo-men, I Am that I Am
Put them east of Eden to beget again
I am the All-Father, the Same
Men call me by many names

I am Eternity, I watch and I wait
Ever will men think of me, this do I decree
Men don't understand all, I watch and I wait
They will try to forestall the fate that will befall
I am Eternity, the Same
Men call me by that name

I was made, I am Man, the Earth is my home
In Eden I began, my spawn was still unspanned
The living breath of God was breathed into my lungs
I walk the Earth untrod, no clothes, my feet unshod
I was made, I am Man
Men call me one name—Adam

I was made as Wo-man, the Earth is my home
I was made from man, to live I began
I formed the seeds of sex, began them anew
From Eden began treks because I was perplexed
I was made as Wo-man, I conceive
Men know me by my name—Eve

I am the Garden, of land was I made
I hold the citizen, know naught what he ken
Man and Wo-man were sent to decorate me
I gave my assent, in my grasses life spent
I am the Garden, I am for Man and Wo-man
Men know my name, my name, Eden

I was unknown until the fall of Man
To me goes Man's last breath—Man must die, God hath saith
But still, there's life eternal, I am but asleep
Yes, life is sempiternal, there is no Hell infernal
I was unknown, I, Death, the same
I was unknown until I came

Even More (1969 - Age 22)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1969, 2021

Darling, I will love you till the end of time 
Just because you say you're mine 
Now you know I will never go 
Because you know I love you so 

Sweetheart I will never leave you, dear 
Just because you are sincere 
Now you know that I love you so 
But, do you know I'll love you more 

Even more than I do today 
Even more than these words can words can say 
If you'll say that you love me 
Darling I pray that you will see 

That I will love you everyday 
Always by to hear you say 
That you'll love me if your love is true 
Promise that you won't be blue 

And when this day is over and done 
I will know that you're my only one 
When I kiss you I will say 
I will love you more each day 

Even more than I do today 
Even more than these words can words can say 
If you'll say that you love me 
Darling I pray that you will see

[Listen to it here]

Even An Android Can Cry (1968 - Age 21)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1968, 2021

Even an android can cry
Though not alive, I am living like you
Speaking your words, doing things that you do

Even an android can cry
Though I am made out of synthetic things
Still I can see, and the truth of it stings

Even an android can cry
Though I was made without feelings of pain
Still, I can cry and the tears still remain

Even an android can cry
Though I was made to compute everything
Still I am dead to feelings hurt can bring

[Listen to it here]

Song title inspired by a story in Marvel Comics' Avengers #58 (November 1968)
   

Eternal Mask (1966 - Age 19)

 

Esmeraldee (1967 - Age 20)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1967, 2021

Lost in the sea
Waiting for me
Is my queen—Esmeraldee
Golden garments of glittering shells
Catch the rays of the sun as it fell
Into the Ocean of Peace

Lost in the sea
Waiting for me
Is my queen—Esmeraldee

Lost in the sea
Waiting for me
Is my prince—Kantra-Lee
Riding by on his seahorses two
Wondering where he is going to
Deep beneath the blue waves

Lost in the sea
Waiting for me
Is my queen—Esmeraldee

[Musical Verse]

Lost in the sea
Waiting for me
Princess Anna del Camallee
Folding her arms, she defiantly smiles
Knowing only the persons she riles
Here in our home of Atlantis

Lost in the sea
Waiting for me
Is my queen—Esmeraldee

[Listen to it here]

Escape (1965 - Age 18)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1965, 2023

Your arms reach out to touch me
But girl, I cannot stay
Your lips reach out to kiss me
But girl, just one more day
I've got to escape from you
You're making me feel blue
When you kiss and hold him that way, too

Your voice is soothing to me
But girl, I mustn't hear
Your smile is so bewitching
But girl, it's him I fear
I've got to escape today
Ohh, girl, I mustn't stay
When you hold and kiss me that way, too

You're sweet as sugar to me
But girl, ohh, can't you see
You'll soon be his, not mine, dear
So, girl, you can't love me
I've got to escape your arms
Or he will bring me harm
When you show me, like him, all your charms

Erotic Tales of Mythology: Pygmalion (1999 - Age 52)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1999, 2023

Long, long ago there dwelt, in the city of Athens, a sculptor named Pygmalion.
    He it was who, at an early age, came of the opinion that women were the cause of men's ills, and so early he came to despise them.
    Yet, although he scorned their presence, still he admired their physical forms and set about to create a statue more lovely, more desirous, more lifelike than any of the women he had seen.
    Many quarries he did scour, searching for the perfect marble slab from which to carve his heart's desire.  At last he laid his eyes upon one that seemed to be the size he needed, and in his studio, he set about to carve from it, the statue he saw in his mind's eye.
    Long he laboured, long he toiled, his cutting tools chipping here and here, his scraping tools slicing through the marble, his burnishing tools rubbing till the statue gradually took form.
    At length, after many months of careful and delicate work, the deed was done, Pygmalion so designing the statue that, if he desired, it could sit on a chair at the table with him while he ate and he could slip tiny morsels of food between its parted lips and hollow mouth.
    So finely detailed was this statue crafted that Pygmalion could lay it upon his bed, place himself between its legs and thrust his hard member deep into the hollow sexual cavity he had so fashioned.
    Alternatively, if he so desired, the statue could be placed on its hands and knees so that Pygmalion, by lifting his hips, could penetrate the statue's mouth with his own member whilst licking upon the marble creature's own intricately-carved vulva whilst he stroked the smooth stone breasts with their delicately pointed nipples.
    Day after day, he lavished his attentions upon the woman of his dreams, laying baubles and fruits and flowers at her feet, garbing her naked form with decorative fabrics from all over the known world, placing rings upon her fingers, necklaces about her neck, earrings upon her ears, and in time, he called her his wife.

But alas! after a year of such dallying, Pygmalion became bored and frustrated, wishing the statue could embrace him for real.
    Thus it came about during the festival of Aphrodite, that Pygmalion kissed his ‘wife good-bye—feeling the coldness of her stone lips upon his own—and went to the temple to sacrifice to the goddess.  And there he prayed, "I know that the gods can do all things, and I ask that you would—"
He stopped, not really desiring to say that he wanted his marble virgin to be his wife.  Instead, he murmured, "—give me one like unto my marble virgin to be my wife."
    After he came away from Aphrodite's temple, he felt that he had made a foolish request and slowly walked the short distance to his home.
    He opened the door, kissed his statue, and turned to remove his cloak and undergarments, preparing himself for his bath.
    He stopped.  Looked back at the statue.  Was it possible...?
    For he had not felt cold stone upon his lips, but the warmth of another's flesh.
    He kissed the statue again.
    His heart leapt within him with shock as, indeed, he touched naked lips once again.
    Pygmalion staggered back a few steps, gazed upon his marble creation as, slowly, its stone surface flushed and softened, it sighed and its breasts began to rise and fall as it took its first breath.
    Tears welled up from the sculptor's eyes as Life entered the woman of his dreams.  Sightless eyes colored and gazed upon him with love and adoration.  
    Pygmalion moved forward, took the new-formed woman into his arms and held her close, his lips pressing against her own, his heart hammering against that of his love.  
    She responded, her arms encircling him, embracing him, feeling the hardness of his member insinuating itself between her thighs.  
    Down to the floor Pygmalion lowered himself, his wife upon him, impaling herself upon his shaft which he felt at last fill the emptiness of her bowels.  He thrust into her, she riding him long, her hips rolling upon his own, cries of new-found ecstasy rising from both their lips, crying out to Aphrodite with thanks and praise for the union of their bodies, the meeting of their souls, the joining of their spirits, the melding of their lives forever.

[From my book, An Erotic Anthology, available on Amazon]

 

Erotic Tales of Mythology: Actaeon & Diana (1999 - Age 52)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1999, 2023

It happened one day while Actaeon, son of king Kadmus, hunted with his friends and companions, the youths from the palace, that late afternoon found them equally distant not only from their home, but also from the end of the hunt.
    So it was that Actaeon bade his friends stop, for the day was almost done.  "Our weapons and nets are drenched with the blood of our kill," he said. "Let us clean and sharpen them so that, on the morrow, we can continue the hunt anew, refreshed and ready.  we have sported enough for one day."

A short time later, Actaeon, restless and excited from the thrill of the day's hunt, arose from his sleeping skins and took himself into the forest alone, mayhap to find tranquility amongst the songs of the nightbirds, the quiet rippling of the nearby stream, the soft caress of the evening breeze through the leaves and bushes.
    It came to pass that, having gone some fair distance from the encampment, that sounds of laughter from tiny voices and the splashing of water caught his ear.
    Curious, he pushed his way through the brush until, cautiously parting some branches near to a pool, he gazed upon a scene of wonder and beauty that not only caught his breath, but roused in him feelings he had not experienced for many a day.
    For there, frolicking in the pool, diving beneath the surface of the pale blue water and standing beneath a cascading waterfall were five--nay!--six young maidens with skin as white as ivory, and long black hair that clung like tendrils to the smoothness of their wet bodies.
    And, as he watched in the glowing sunset, there appeared a more wondrous sight—a woman beautiful and tall, standing a good head taller than those who sported in the pool.  She it was who strode from a nearby cave, her form wrapped with a loose-fitting garment of white cloth, her feet shod with sandals of leather, while in her hands she carried a bow and quiver of arrows.
    Actaeon grew short of breath, his eyes drinking in the loveliness of the woman who stood not more than ten feet before him, and yet he kept himself well-hidden in the brush.
    So taken by her beauty, the gracefulness of her form, the striking musculature of her arms that he felt his ardor rise and within moments his manhood pained to be released from the confinement of his loincloth.
    For a moment he turned from the scene before him and loosened his cloth. Hard and swollen, its length throbbing with desire, his staff sprang free.
    Once more he parted the bushes with his hand, once more gazed he upon the beauteous creature beyond. 
    Now she sat upon a rock and gave her bow and quiver of arrows to one of the nymphs who attended her.  Another bent down and loosened the sandals, drew them from the huntress' feet.
    Actaeon's eyes widened, and he knew he was about to gaze upon the woman as she took her bath.  It was all he could do to keep himself quiet, and he knew he should turn away, creep into the brush and let the woman bathe in secrecy.
    But he could not.
    Unable to turn away, he drank in the splendor of the woman's beauty as the fingers of his free hand entwined about his rod, and he knelt upon the grass to steady himself.
    Looking up, he saw that the nymphs had begun to untie the knots of the two straps which were fastened on her shoulders...
    ...and Actaeon's mouth opened expectantly while his hand began to move back and forth slowly upon his stiff member, feeling the pulsing of his life's blood coursing through the veins...
    ...as the two halves fell away, disclosing the woman's full, defined breasts like two succulent pears resting against her flesh, their tips taut and erect, swollen and pink...
    ...and Actaeon's rod swelled all the more as thereupon he did rub his hand a bit faster, squeezing the thickness of it as his eyes devoured the statue of flesh before him...
    ...as the woman rose and her garment fell away, revealing her full splendor—the sweep of her alabaster back, the tautness of her round buttocks, the sweep of her long, striated thighs and calves.  And then she turned a half-turn and revealed the dark triangle of her sex, that spot of beauty, that vale of delicacy, that crevice of love—
    Actaeon pulled harder upon his scepter, and a sudden ecstasy swept over him faster than he could imagine.  Before he could stop, or slow the process, he exploded his seed into the bushes before him and from his lips escaped such a moan of delight that the sound carried to the woman's ears.
    With a cry of surprise and horror, she reached for her bow and arrows, but they were not to be found.  Accompanied by shrieks of terror, the nymphs clustered around the woman, attempting to hide her beauty, but such was not to be, for she towered above them, her two breasts glowing brilliantly with the red-orange of the sun.
    Then Actaeon rose from his hiding-place, hurrying to replace his quailing pike, and he saw the last of the woman's naked form as she leapt into the pool.
    Moments later, her head reappeared, her countenance red and furious as the setting sun.  In an instant her hand splashed into the water, a shower of it erupting from before her and onto the shore, cascading over the kneeling form of Actaeon who began to ask forgiveness.
    "Begone!" spat the woman. "And, if you can, tell all that in your folly you have dared to watch the goddess, Diana, unveiled."
    Actaeon took that moment to turn and dart into the thicket, his skin tingling with a strange sensation he'd never before experienced.
    On and on through the brush he ran, branches lashing across his face and breast, stinging and paining him until, at length, he saw the glowing fires of his encampment.
    As he drew near, he passed by the stream. 
    He stopped.
    Stared at his moonlit reflection in the water.
    It was not a man he saw.
    It was a stag.
    His eyes widened, his nostrils flared.
    He started as he heard the barking of the hunting dogs as they caught his scent.  Looking towards the encampment, he saw them bounding towards him.
    Turned to flee.  Felt a burning in his shoulder, the tearing of flesh, the smell of blood.  Another hound upon his back, a third upon his leg.
    Then a darkness—not the night—ended the curse of Actaeon's flight.

[From my book, An Erotic Anthology, available on Amazon]

 

Ennui (1967 - Age 20)

 

Endless Shadows (1969 - Age 22)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2021

On and on and on they come
Endless shadows cast by the sun
On and on and on they ride
There's no place for me to hide

Here they come after me
I need help, oh, can't you see
Endless shadows one-by-one
Here they come
Oh, here they come

On and on, they have no name
Endless shadows are all the same
On and on, they reach for me
I need help, can't you see

Here they come after me
I need help, oh, can't you see
Endless shadows one-by-one
Here they come
Oh, here they come

On and on, they do not rest
Endless shadows, I should have guessed--

Now, they're after me
They won't let me be
I need help, you see
Help!  Help!
Help me

[Listen to it here]

End of My Hope (1971 - Age 24)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1971, 2021

Is this the end of my hope
Is this the sum of my pain
To see both of my creations of Love
Fall to shame again

How could you do this to me
Why not be happy and free

Is this the end of my hope
Is this the death of my dreams
How I've wanted to see them grow strong in Love
Now, they've lost, it seems

How could you do this to me
Why not be happy and free

{Musical Verse]

How could you do this to me
Why not be happy and free

Is this the end of my hope
Now, I must send you away
Get you hence from this Garden, create a home
On Earth for the race of Man today

How could you do this to me
Why not be happy and free

[Listen to it here]

Enchanted Island (1969 - Age 22)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1969, 2021

Enchanted island 
Lying in the sea 
Does she lie there waiting for me 

Tell her I'll return again 
And my love won't wane 
Tell her I will still maintain 
My love for her 

I never would have thought that she would think of these 
Tell her not to worry cause I only aim to please 

Tell her I will soon regain 
That my love won't wane 
Tell her there would not be slain 
My love for her 

[Musical Chorus]

Enchanted island 
Lying in the sea 
Does she lie there waiting for me 

Tell her I'll return again 
And my love won't wane 
Tell her I will still maintain 
My love for her

[Listen to it here]

Embryonic Journey (1965 - Age 18)

 

Elven Music 3

 

ELVEN MUSIC 3: 
Tales of the Uninvited
Caprice
Prikosnovénie Music
2005

The third in a trilogy of musical and vocal compositions based on the parallel world of the Faeries, and this CD in particular on the language of the Laoris, or modern faeries.

Composer Anton Brejestovski has done a marvelous job of creating the world of Fae although, to be honest, there is a sense of etherealness missing which, I believe, is often associated with the faerielands.

In spite of polyphonic arrangements, intricate harmonies and time signatures, the whole work still seems to sound like medieval England. But, none of this detracts from the quaintness of it, and Inna Brejestovskaya's voice gives the songs a delicate beauty.

All in all, still worth a listen. 

TRACKLIST:
1. Enter Laoris
2. Minstrels of Old
3. Yesterday You Danced With Me
4. Black Flower
5. Two Faeries
6. Bog Dance
7. The Court of Faerie
8. The Forest
9. Summer Night
10. Faeries Stole Bridget
11. Exit Laoris
12. Maple

Music Review by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©2005

Elven Music 2

 

ELVEN MUSIC 2: 
The Evening of Iluvatar's Children
Caprice
Prikosnovenie records
2004

For something rather unique to listen to, this CD will fit the bill.

Drawing from the folklore of The Lord of the Rings, Caprice presents an eclectic collection of songs centered on Hobbits, Elves, Orcs, and the world of Men--accompanied by an orchestra of Russian musicians.

Mythological and medieval, and yet very much European and contemporary in style, delightful stories in song, like Elves of Rivendell, Galadriel's Message to Aragorn, and Sam's Song, all offer a fascinating glimpse of Tolkien's fantasy world from a musical perspective. Dramatic, and yet ethereal, it will require more than one listen to appreciate the creativity and ingenuity that have given birth to this delightful work. 

TRACKLIST:
01 Rhyme Of Lore
02 Of Beren And Luthien
03 O Rowan Fair
04 Bath Song
05 Elves Of Rivendell
06 Shadow Bride
07 Galadriel's Song
08 Galadriel's Message To Aragorn
09 Galadriel's Message To Legolas
10 Athelas
11 Elves Rolling Barrels
12 Sam's Song
13 The Tower Of Cirith Ungol
14 Passion (Sam Finds Frodo)
15 Elves Beyond The Sea
16 The Last Ship

Music Review by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©2004

Ellen, Lynn (1975 - Age 28)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1975, 2021

We've enjoyed the fellowship we've shared with you
Trusting in the Lord, believing with you, too
And, although it's not been long
We can leave you this one song
Don't be wrong
Ellen, Lynn

Jesus brought us all together to be shown
That His love can grow in fellowship if sown
And, as friends, we love you so
Even though we have to go
Be it so
Ellen, Lynn

Such companionship, these days, is hard to find
And we hate to leave such fellowship behind
But, we'll pray that God will prove
Everlasting is His love
From above
Ellen, Lynn

We'll remember to include you in our prayers
And that Jesus promised to relieve your cares
So, we'll give this song to you
Keep it near; remember, too
We love you
Ellen, Lynn

[Listen to it here]

Elizabeth (1970 - Age 23)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead 
Copyright © 1970, 2021

I overheard you mention that you're not for Women's Lib 
Whether this is true or not, you needn't tell a fib
Don't you know you take my breath away, Elizabeth

I wonder if a woman can really 'beat' a man
Still I love the feminine attributes of you, Anne
This is bone of my bone, Adam saith, Elizabeth

Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth

My beating heart you conquered, dear
Your wondrous soul I worship, dear

A gentle man am, I a gentle woman you shall be
I'll always treat you just the same, this I do guarantee
And I'll love you till your day of death,  Elizabeth 

Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth

My beating heart you conquered, dear
Your wondrous soul I worship, dear

Elizabeth

[Listen to it here]

Earthquake Crystals (1969 - Age 22)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright 1969, 2021

Earthquake crystals shatter me 
I will find that crystal sea 
Where the water flows blood red 
Where the people, scared, had fled 
Let me wander far away 
Hear my answer hear me pray 

Earthquake crystals in the sky 
Can you teach me how to fly 
To the stars where peace will reign 
And the love of Good won't wane 
Be not jealous of my role 
Know that I would take a stroll 

Earthquake crystals break the ground 
I will hide in shelter found 
By the lakeside of the Fray 
Travel to the Milky Way 
For the stars still beckon me 
I must go and heed their plea

[Listen to it here]

Earth Be My Home (1969 - Age 22)

Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright ©1969, 2023

Earth, be my home
Don't send me away
I'm so alone
I sit here everyday contemplating everything
Making other glad
But, in the process, I can see
I'm making myself sad

Take me in and make me one of your people
I will climb up to the tallest steeple
To proclaim that  want you for my own
I'm coming home

Earth, be my home
Don't make me leave today
I'm so alone
Oh, can't you hear me say I need someone with love
Holding both my hands
As I stand and glance about
Over all these lands

Each Night (1967 - Age 20)

Written, Composed
Arranged & Performed
by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1967, 2021

Each night I dream about you
Wishing you could be mine
Each night I dream I love you
Each and every time
One day, I know you will be
The one and only for me
But, till that day, I'll have to wait
And dream of you each night

[Musical Verse]

Each night I dream about you
I hold you close so tight
Each night I dream I love you
Till the morning light
One day, I know I'll get you
And you will always be mine
But, till that day, I'll have to wait
And dream of you each night

[Listen to it here]

Dystopia (2024 - Age 77)

 

In the very near future, conflicts wage against a man and woman who want to better the world through marvelous inventions, and those who want to control it.

In the East and West, governments erected massive domed cities to shelter those who are unable to protect themselves from harmful atmospheric elements.

Yet even within these safe havens, rivalries threaten peaceful existence; military police impose curfews ruthlessly; and secret organizations fight to liberate the oppressed.

Parts of northern Canada have become wastelands overcome by deadly smog and marauding bands of scavengers.

This is the fractured Canadian dominion in the world and time of—Dystopia

 [Buy it on Amazon]