Love’s Immortal Fountain

Art is how we learn ourselves. I am reminiscing as a birthday is upon me soon. My song “Love’s Immortal Fountain” brought to life in the adobe Kiva-inspired #Sanctuary with my Courage Sister dearest Patty Sundberg and Phil ‘Alpaca’ Stephens on strings.

Freely offered with support from the forever loved and will-be-made-a-saint Reverend John Fife of Tucson, Arizona.

Love’s Immortal Fountain
Molly E. Holzschlag (with Patty Sundberg and Phil Stephens Live in the Round)

Stars and meteors in the Sedona night
Another man’s arms are keeping me warm,
But I think of you
I always do

We have a language
Laughter and rhyme
No matter how distant we are
I’ll sing for you still
I always will

We will rage the river
We will scale the mountain
We, we will be healed
By love’s immortal fountain

Stars and meteors,
In the the Sonoran Spring
In my song we are dancing, dancing
and I think of you
I always do

We have a way
Unlike the others
No matter what they say
I’ll sing for you still
I always will

We will rage the river
We will scale the mountain
We will be healed 
By love’s 
Immortal fountain

We will rage the river
We will scale the mountain
We will be healed
By love’s 
Immortal Fountain

By . . . Love’s Immortal Fountain

Postcard From Haiti

It was the 80s, I was a kid, but I knew the darkness of the world. Didn’t you?

I’d forgotten I’d written much less recorded this piece. Analog. As introduced, it was in fact done in the 80s!

Somehow The Sand Rubies (then ‘The Sidewinders’), Howe Gelb, Dave Slutes, Marc Loeb, Ed DeLucia – names resounding in music history now ended up helping me seriously jam on my composition produced by Larry Sakin’s ‘Kept in the Dark’ records (they were, as it turns out): “Postcard from Haiti.”

So here I am 30 some years ago playing rhythm guitar and singing lead vocals. I have wonderful but mostly blurry memory of all the rest. There were spoons involved. In the Greg Jagiello (who became a Web developer) ‘I play whatever is near me’ section, you naughty ‘got a reference’ kids!

It was the 80s. It is always a dark time. Have we really changed at all?

Postcard From Haiti

Molly E. Holzschlag (ca. 198?)

It came in the mail the other day
A postcard from Haiti
It showed the sun setting softly in the sky

It must be the Voodoo on the postcard
I dreamed the Tonton Macoute had taken my father

Postcard from Haiti
Filled with sorrow
Filled with poverty
Postcard from Haiti

It came in the mail the other day
A postcard from Soweto
It showed the sun setting blood red in the sky

It must be the poison on the postcard
I dreamed that Botha’s men had taken my father

Postcard from Soweto
Filled with sorrow
Filled with revolution
Postcard from Soweto

It came in the mail the other day
A postcard from Washington DC
It showed the sun setting with power and beauty and grace

It must be the money (the money)
That was sent with the postcard
I dreamed that greed had taken my father

Postcard from Washington
Postcard from Soweto
Postcard from Haiti

Postcard from Haiti