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SOUND OF THUNDER Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright ©1968, 2021

Sound of thunder 'cross the land Come to me and hold my hand I will take you safely away Sound of thunder 'cross the land

I can hear a noise o'er there I can see that men don't care Do you know just what I hear Sound of thunder, oh, so clear

Sound of thunder 'cross the land Come to me and hold my hand I will take you safely away Sound of thunder 'cross the land

I can see those naked forms Tossed about in man-made storms Do you know just what I see (Sound of thunder) near to me

Sound of thunder 'cross the land Come to me and hold my hand I will take you safely away Sound of thunder 'cross the land

I can see the nearing storm I can hear the droning swarm Do you know what I heard and saw Sound of thunder, bodies raw

Sound of thunder 'cross the land Come to me and hold my hand I will take you safely away Sound of thunder 'cross the land

TIME STANDS STILL Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright © 1969, 2021

One day passes by And time stands still Watching all men cry Doing what they will Making love and making war Healing wounds that once were sore As time stands still

One night passes by And time stands still Another morn is nigh Another day's thrill Sending home young men, dead Wanting water, needing bread As time stands still

One year passes by And time stands still Hearing women crying And wallowing in swill Growing thin, and sick, and pale Eating grubs and bread so stale As time stands still

Centuries pass by And time stands still Watching all men die From some unknown ill Poison gas, atomic bombs Bodies strewn about in homes As time stands still

Eons pass by And time stands still All men ask why They follow what they will Naked bodies splashed with blood Others laughing where they stood As time stands still

One day passes by And time stands still A new world is nigh And a new thrill Man has come alive again No more hunger, no more pain As time stands still

Yes, time stands still

TRILOGY OF THE DEAD Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright © 1972, 2021

UNIT ONE

Psychedelic wonders that the mind cannot conceive Flash within my mind, asleep, and grant me weary leave Whereupon I traveled through dimensions of such light That naked eyes are blinded in the simulated night

Esoteric cities that are buried 'neath the sands Open to the rally-cries of upturned, sworded hands Loin-clothed individuals wreak terror night and day Naked bodies, raped girls, will raise their hands to pray

UNIT TWO

Blood is spilt upon the land which now turns crimson red Men and women here lie slain as their life's blood is bled Soon, upon these ravaged people, there come thund'ring hordes Leaving them behind all slain and bleeding on the sward

So arose a shiv'ring cry from corpses on the grass And they stood to face the sky as one horrific mass Voices cried aloud to someone far beyond their sight The echos carried through day and far into the night

UNIT THREE

Suddenly, the sky was rent, there were three thousand men Clothed in flaming, scarlet robes, they rode into the fen Screams of terror pierced the sky, the dead ones were avenged And the riders flew away, they left behind Stonehenge

Silence, then, did reign supreme as life did seem to end Souls and spirits to the sky were soon seen to ascend Their revenge was sated so they settled down to sleep Elsewhere, there were others who could only wail and weep

VALLEY OF CREATION Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright © 1968, 2021

Man was first created To inhabit the world that was new Now, it seems he's going back Going back like the morning dew But, there might be another Valley of Creation Where Man may return to take his place And, if he keeps on going the way is won When Man shall return unto his race

Wo-man was created To make happy this world that's for Man Now, it seems she's going back Going back from the promised land But, there might be another Valley of Creation When Wo-man returns to take her place And, if she keeps on going the way is won When Wo-man shall return unto her race

[Musical Verse]

This Earth was created To be lived in by Wo-man and Man Now, it seems it's going back Going back to the age-old sand But, there might be another Valley of Creation When the land returns to take its place And, if it keeps on going the way is won When the land again shall hold the Hu-man Race

WALK IN SILENCE Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright 1969, 2021

There is a long line of humans walking down the street And they say no words to whomever they meet Upon their faces is a look serene And I can't tell just what it means When they walk Ne'er to talk When they walk in silence

There is a long line of humans walking down the street And they ne'er stop walking through this torrid heat Alone, they tread through a barren land I can give them no help with my useless hand As they walk They don't talk As they walk in silence

[2 Musical lines] No one can fathom what this line all means No one can tell why they look so serene Why they walk Ne'er to talk Why they walk in silence

There is a long line of humans walking down the street And they say no words, and they do not greet Whomever they chance, they happen to see And I know this can't be happening to me As I walk Ne'er to talk As I walk in silence

WHERE MORTALS FEAR TO TREAD Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright ©1966, 2021

Only those who have no cares Can go where mortals fear to tread They can face the dangers there Cause those who feared have always fled

You can walk upon this land Where only mortals fear to tread You can see and understand The greens, the whites, the blues and the reds

[SPOKEN] Where mortals fear to tread Upon this dangerous land You and I, we have been led We go through hand-in-hand

You can live in love and peace Where only mortals fear to tread Only you can cause to cease This dreaded land where men have bled

WHERE TREAD MY FEET Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright ©1971, 2021

Where tread my feet Over land that has turned to dust Where flies my soul Through a world I know I can't trust Where tread my feet Over sand that has lain for centuries Covering ages of time in the crust

Where tread my feet Over land that had once held life What see my eyes A great world which is torn by strife Where tread my feet Over sand that has lain for centuries Covering ages of time cut by a knife

Where tread my feet Over land that has once borne fruit What speak my lips Not a thing, for I am a mute Where tread my feet Over sand that has lain for centuries Covering ages of time in their roots

Where tread my feet Over land that was once my dream Where shall I go Through this world that none can redeem Where tread my feet Over sand that has lain for centuries Covering ages of time in its beam

WINGS OF SOUND Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright © 1970, 2021

Lost within a blinding storm We need shelter, safe and warm Winds about us like bees swarm Resting on our naked forms Wings of sound swarm around us

Through the hot and choking dust We still travel where we must But, unknowing whom to trust As we tread on Earth's gray crust Wings of sound still abound new

Wings of sound still abound in this life of sin and strife Wings of sound swarm around; realize who justifies

Embark, now, upon thy quest Do this, and thou shalt be blest Knowing, too, what then caressed Thy sweet heart within thy breast Wings of sound will abound, too

Wings of sound still abound in this life of sin and strife Wings of sound swarm around; realize who just defies

Wings of sound, thou hast found Look around at wings of sound

AND MAN SHALL BE BORN Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright © 1969, 2021

As the years and Time roll by This living life on Earth will die The world itself shall fall asleep Until a new-sprung morn When the lands shall be torn And Man shall be born

As the seas roll on the shore This Earth shall live with life once more And everything shall be anew The Earth shall be adorned With new trees, and flowered corn And Man shall be born

But, until that coming day We shall have to live this way That Man may live in peace Till on that golden morn The Earth shall be reborn And Man shall be born

AND NO BIRDS SING Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright ©1968, 2021

Nothing is left but a dead, charred world There are no flowers, no women or men There really is nothing and no birds sing

Nothing remains but a wearied Earth There are no fauna, no women or men There really is nothing and no birds sing

SPOKEN: Oh how I miss them—the sweet songs of birds The nightingales' tunes to the silvery moons

Nothing is seen but a dead, burned world There are no women, there are no men There really is nothing and no birds sing

FACELESS FACE Written & Composed 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 list'ning to the wind Or to the heavenly charioteer Soon, we'll all be overrun Like lost and wand'ring 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

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

I hear the sound of Space I feel its breeze upon my face I have been told That I must hold you close to me

I hear the sound of Space I touch the velvet cov'r of lace I must not fall For still the wall is closing in

Closing in and covering me Fear is closing in, you see

I hear the sound of Space I am my only kind of race I stand alone But, don't condone the use of war

For the world is nearing the end And there's forces we can't mend

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

Up in the heavens—what can I see Warlord of Ganymede Coming from far-distant nebulae Warlord of Ganymede Coming to Earth to overthrow Kings of the world in one great blow How many medals shall they bestow On the Warlord of Ganymede Hail him! Crown him king of the world today Hail him! Help him put down the new-found way Hail him! Praise him for all the good he's done Hail him! Call him Warlord, the chosen one

There, on the world's throne—who can I hear Warlord of Ganymede Who is that person the humans cheer Warlord of Ganymede Why are they singing his name in song Why have they let him reign so long Do they not know that he is so wrong This Warlord of Ganymede Hail him! Crown him king of the world today Hail him! Help him put down the new-found way Hail him! Praise him for all the good he's done Hail him! Call him Warlord, the chosen one

Listen, you people—I know he's bad Warlord of Ganymede Listen, you people—you think me mad Warlord of Ganymede What do you now propose to do Now that he's made such fools of you Yes, it's too late, now, he's come for you Warlord of Ganymede Hail him! Crown him king of the world today Hail him! Help him put down the new-found way Hail him! Praise him for all the good he's done Hail him! Call him Warlord, the chosen one

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

There will be earthquakes And there will be floods And burning grass It will pass

There will be panic And there will be wars And breaking glass It will pass

[Musical Verse]

There will be hunger And there will be pain Flight of the masses It will pass

[Musical Verse]

There will be thunder And there will be storms Breakdown of class It will pass