"Whirlwind"
Lyrics by Gina Ferrera. Quotes taken from Buddhist literature ("Impermanance"- Sogyal Rinpoche).
Samba arrangements by Gina Ferrera & Elizabeth Sayre. Freestyle lyrics improvised by Eric Hickey.
Featuring:
Eric Hickey- Freestyle vocals
Collin Mil- child’s voice- reciting nursery rhyme, “Five little pumpkins” & “I am special…”
Gina Ferrera- gyil, electronic drums, percussion, vocals
Dave Manely- guitar
Pete McRae- bass
Elizabeth Sayre- electronic samba percussion, agogo (double bell), tamborim, repinique (tenor drum), ganza (shaker)
Xande Cruz- caixa (snare drum), surdo (bass drum), apito (samba whistle)
Abaraham ”Cito” Caravallo Candell- voice

Nursery rhyme:
"Five little pumpkins, sitting on a gate.
Oh my, it's getting late.
There's witches in the air.
But we don't care.
Let's run and have some fun.
Oooh, went the wind.
Out went the light.
Boo! Fell out of sight."

"Freestyle lyrics"- Eric Hickey

Song Lyrics:
I'm trying to understand these patterns I keep getting caught up in.
A whirlwind around and around.
But I'm here unfolding again.
I know exactly why you're trying to stay.
Then you keep causing me pain.
I let you in because you're welcome to come here and play.

Inside I know why I go through the madness.
When I'm charmed away every time.
And I could care less about what.
Happens tomorrow because I believe you tonight.

I see you for potential and there is
Beauty about you I'd like to explore.
But this whirlwind we're caught up in.
I don't think I can take anymore.

What is born, will die.
What is accumulated, will be exhausted.
What has been high, will be brought low.
The only thing we really have is now.

A choice for temptation and you're.
Sleeping beside me and I know why.
This faze won't last long now.
But kisses will keep our doubts away tonight.

Inside I know why I go through the madness.
I'm charmed away every time.
I can care less about what happens tomorrow.
Because I believe you tonight.

On again and off again, to find out.
I know exactly what I don't want around.
So enjoy tonight because tomorrow.
This whirlwind will spin and spit us out.

I'm starting to see this.
Pattern unfolding when I'm charmed away every time.
Gather disperse, build up, collapse and
know all things to be like:
A mirage, a cloud castle, an apparition.
without essence but with
qualities that can be seen.
Nothing is ever as it appears.

"I am special, Yes I am
there is no one like me
I'm unique".

As the moon in a bright sky,
In some clear lake, reflected.
Yet, to that lake the moon has never moved.
An echo that derives from music, sound and weeping.
Yet in that echo, is no melody.
Because...
Nothing is ever as it appears.