Follow Through

Music by Vern Peltomaa
Lyrics by Vern Peltomaa

Change your world, change mine, too. Brighter horizons for me and you,
to follow through unto the ends or beginnings of the earth.
Speak your truth, speak mine, too. Timeless reflections for me and you,

to carry on or pass into the universal mind beyond.
All of this life, from the beginning,
meant to discover, all of this life.
All of this life is given to winning
the love of another.
Know your place, know mine, too. Furthur returning for me and you,
to settle down and listen to the promises of tomorrow.
Leave your mark, leave mine, too. Lasting footprints for me and you,
to follow through unto the ends or beginnings of the earth.
All of this life, from the beginning,
meant to discover, all of this life.
All of this life is given to winning
the love of another.

Laughter Shows

Music by Chris Whitney and Vern Peltomaa
Lyrics by Vern Peltomaa

After hour laughter shows
when our love grows,
we dance and speak of times
we gathered roses in wintertime.
With so much heart
it won’t fit in one chest.
Poked ‘round the East,
made tracks for the West.
On a new frontier with a fortune to be found.
Surrendering oneself to another siren sound.
May it turn you on to a better ray of light
and envelop your vibrations with delight.
Two in turn may join in unified thought
to respond in harmony with an answer long sought.
The question of being is as eggs before chickens.
The shells are trampled as the plot thickens.
Living, breathing, existing alone,
to give the world as it were my own.
On a new frontier with a fortune to be found.
Surrendering oneself to another siren sound.
May it turn you on to a better ray of light
and envelop your vibrations with delight.
Two in turn may join in unified thought
to respond in harmony with an answer long sought.
The day is coming to sense color and sing
with a new conviction ‘bout the love we bring.
To a child it happens with innocence and bliss.
Blind to the eyes, wise to the kiss.
The heart’s a gold timepiece set in motion at birth.
May its value appreciate unlimited worth.
On a new frontier with a fortune to be found.
Surrendering oneself to another siren sound.
May it turn you on to a better ray of light
and envelop your vibrations with delight.
Two in turn may join in unified thought
to respond in harmony with an answer long sought.
The day is coming to sense color and sing
with a new conviction ‘bout the love we bring.

Pontiac Drive

Music by Chris Whitney and Vern Peltomaa
Lyrics by Vern Peltomaa

Was it the mushroom?
Was it the stone?
Was it the label placed singularly upon?
Was it the Silverdome?
One Pontiac did drive
thoughts home one night, 1989.
Could’a been the Living Colour, warmed at best.
Could’a been the conversation, put to the test.
Might’a been the television flickering in the hall.
Some things you notice make this tale tall.
Is it the Tempest?
Is it Sunfire?
Is it the Grand Prix, Bonneville flat tire?
Is it the emotion
driving excitement supplied
open hearts Trans-American ride?
Could’a been the Living Colour, warmed at best.
Could’a been the conversation, put to the test.
Might’a been the television flickering in the hall.
Some things you notice aren’t real at all.
It was the promise.
It was the fact.
It was the prospector, lodes borne, once lacked.
It was the treasure
in two rings inscribed.
Sentiment for lives here forever entwined.
Could it be the wife no husband did call again?
This one discovered true love in the fall.
And so together our destinies drift
to find each other
giving one heart
another’s lift.

Reduction of Hearts

Music by Chris Whitney and Vern Peltomaa
Lyrics by Vern Peltomaa

Did your soaring chant lead to more?
Alone I consider long stretches bittersweet
reduction of hearts in wine sauce unpalatable.
Is this love knocking at your door?
Together we answer two bits commit
to change required in a looming summer inexpressible.
Meet:
Somewhere in the park
‘neath majestic oak.
Acorns at our feet,
settled on a plan
for giving the past a present still demands.
Carved into the layers,
initial beech desires.
Directed future growth,
all that one requires.
Water, light, and love.
Take this, hold me. Who’s captive on your shore?
Some spoken other times listen or sit
in with the band if time permits, karaokeable.
Feat:
Somewhere in the park
‘neath majestic oak.
Acorns at our feet,
settled on a plan
for giving the past a present still demands.
Carved into the layers,
initial beech desires.
Directed future growth,
all that one requires.
Water, light, and love.

Retrograde Mercury

Music by Chris Whitney and Vern Peltomaa
Lyrics by Vern Peltomaa

The singer’s name was Alice.
I could already see it through.
She struts upon the lattice.
One brain unites the tune.
Julie’s case inside I hold her.
Words soon to follow,
at once thought bolder,
disturb the balance of the night.
Will all fall through
or pass into
another dimension
of animation suspension?
One planet’s waning
moon is bright.
An after-evening
of clear delight.
It’s Mercury in retrograde,
this I do believe.
The rest is to experience,
one soul to be three.
I’ve caught, painted,
listened, talked, edited,
contemplated, meditated.
Almost felt like sleep.
Traveling the light space
time continuum,
the soul is swept
into the beyond.
Shattering conscience,
removing sight.
Imagination celebration
follows shadowing the night.
Understanding’s an ocean
I crossed into the dawn.
This heavenly body’s motion
wills me to go on.

The First Bell

Music by Chris Whitney and Vern Peltomaa
Lyrics by Vern Peltomaa

I want to hold you tight.
Inside, my soul is yours for life.
Give another ring to honor forever.
A peal of respect shared together.
Marking destiny’s reminder, a song of the past.
Only we can know better if we learn it to last.
Sing another song to honor forever.
Attune to unified greater endeavors.
Everyday I hear it sound, resounding with a peal.
Inside the drop-forged clapper rings
its songs to think and feel.
Take another chance to risk emotion.
A perilous act of love and devotion.
Get down to what is right
inside your heart and mine tonight.
This feeling of clear delight.
A new morning’s insight.
I want to hold you tight.
Inside, my soul is yours for life.
Make another life, herein complete.
To offer your own handsome feat.
Marking yesterday’s reminder, a song of the past.
Only we have known better than to make it the last.
Take another chance to risk emotion.
A perilous act of love and devotion.
Get down to what is right
inside your heart and mine tonight.
This feeling of clear delight.
A new morning’s insight.
Here I am holding you tight,
by the dawn’s early light.
My soul is yours, it’s for life.

The Good

Music by Chris Whitney and Vern Peltomaa
Lyrics by Vern Peltomaa and Linda Peltomaa

Outside the teepee, big sky lookin’ at me watchin’ the sun’s moonlight.
Sittin’ there standing on top of the moonshine, dreaming Picasso’s sight.
Pause for reflection from the other direction.
Truth reveals more light.
Maybe we’ll feel the good of sister and brotherhood,
and all the wrongs will be right.
Let me wander, I need to reveal my past. Let my dreams run crazy.
Feel them like your own. Is that too much to ask?
Is that too much to ask?
Our rivers converging, the lines they are merging
into love’s insight.
What’s in the mind’s eye cannot be denied,
only observed out of sight.
Truth reveals more light.
When I’m out walkin’, I find myself grinnin’ over nothin’ at all.
It’s really somethin’, the way I’m feelin’. Love will never let me fall.
Pause for reflection from the other direction.
Truth reveals more light.
Maybe we’ll feel the good of sister and brotherhood,
and all the wrongs will be right.
I’ve given and taken with you, let us share the love we need to.
Won’t you touch my past, only now? Let my dreams run far from home.
Moods swing by clouding the sky, make clear the meaning in my life.
We’ve got things we want to say. I know they’ll happen anyway.
Is that too much to ask?

Walk outside the night is young. Moon is on the rise.
Soon today old love will fade, a new one never to die.
Out in the night begun as one, orb hangs in the sky.
Merging light with darkness might lead to unions nigh.
Transcendental moonshine, intoxicating glow.
Bathing in its essence, spirits moaning low.
Beside you now your knight has won, heart yearns to ask you why.
Will tempting fate or another’s delay reward you when you try?
Transcendental moonshine, one last shot for the road.
Sharing luminescence and thoughts you’d never know.
Walk outside the night is young. Moon is on the rise.
Soon today old love will fade, a new one never to die.
Transcendental moonshine, intoxicating glow.
Bathing in its essence, spirits moaning low.
Transcendental moonshine, one last shot for the road.
Sharing luminescence and thoughts you’d never know.
Back inside the night is done. Cows came home and cried.
The moon is down, my love’s still around. Last embers come alive.

Turning Leaves

Music by Chris Whitney and Vern Peltomaa
Lyrics by Vern Peltomaa

It’s about time in the days of our lives
for a greater awareness of time out of mind.
Springing sunlight, bound toward night.
Rainy day memory, water colors out of sight.
The come and the go of the glorious moonbow.
A summer night light for us to be shown.
It’s about time to look and listen
to the color of your dream.
Find out what you’re missin’.
It’s about time to feel and wonder
‘bout risin’ above the spell you been under.
There’s no time like the right time. That time is now.
It’s about time to care, and the more you know how.
Seasons are passing, the tables are turned on the side of the few
who have lived and learned.
Fall’s rustling sages as history ages.
Turning leaves speak volumes of windblown pages.
Winter’s lost are found in the barren frozen ground.
Cycle songs ring out as our mother’s arms surround.
It’s about time in the haze of our lives
to see clear through what we’re hopin’ to find.
It’s about time to look and listen
to the color of your dream.
Find out what you’re missin’.
It’s about time to feel and wonder
‘bout risin’ above the spell you been under.
There’s no time like the right time. That time is now.
It’s about time to care, and the more you know how.
Seasons are passing, the tables are turned on the side of the few
who have lived and learned.
I think of all you have become, I wished to fall
with the turning leaves, laughing in the yard.
Once appeared to a wiser sage, raising up the bar.
Come all within, come on, come out wherever you are.
Sun’s shine and risin’ on the eastern horizon.
Another chance to see what I’ve just been realizin’.