Original music, with a foot in the past, a heart in the present, and an eye on the future.

VEKTUR

All Lyrics by Jeff Cairns

Be Yourself

Open – arms will be there to hold you all day. So why don’t you just embrace us.

For so, so long, you’ve felt the message calling. But the halls, the walls are closing in. It’s singing to you.

Old coat – like silver warm clouds down a beckoning canyon.

So follow your heart and slip it on. All day all day, it’s the source of warmth and comfort. Go forward in each step you are on. Ya – ya, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo

Your choice to be, always there to welcome you. Hey, everybody

See, I’m trying to show you. Arms are wide open still.

Everybody, come along and be yourself.

Vocals Jeff Cairns

pearl

Pearl, morning radiant grace.  Sunlight’s dance, joy in your warm embrace.
Sunrise Jewel, draw me near. Embracing daybreak, banish every fear.
Beneath the canvas; waking sky. Dreams take flight, in depths we fly.
Oh, Pearl, guide us through the night.
In stillness, dreams unfurl. Oh, precious gem, caressed by dawn, souls’ confession. Playful thoughts, softly spoken. Waiting arms, dreams awoken.
Excitement blooms; quiet universe. Secrets loom in poetic verse.
Pearl in the morning, treasures behold. Daybreak is dancing, secret stories unfold. Jewel of the sunrise moment’s bliss. Dance through the heart of dawn,
In the morning’s kiss.
Through the echoes of cosmic birth. Ascending galaxies know there.
Go Pearl – you and I.
Start on this cosmic tale, our ship sets sail; breathing in magic.
Silent prayer, your dancing embrace. Beyond compare; your smiling face.
Longing hearts, our cosmic embrace. Galaxies swirl, and stars find their place.
In the twilight’s whisper, galaxies retire. Carry in the glow, eternal fire.
Pearl of the cosmos, stars softly gleam. Eternal tapestry, of an endless dream.
Vocals Makeda Rose

Maybe she loves me

Thinking of the days when the sun rose in her eyes. I’m stumbling hard over thoughts that tend to fly. She said that she loved me. Maybe I just forgot. She said that she knew me. Probably not.

Cruising the Strand, windows down, wind blowing my mind. Lights flashing by, I’m looking for another kind. She said that she called me. I was on another line. I want her to love me. But maybe I was lying.

Thinking of the ways that the tears rolled from her eyes. I’m sighing so hard with these thoughts of goodbye. The moment I saw her, time shifted was no denying. I needed to know her. Something kept me from trying.

Thinking of the days when the sun rose in her eyes. I’m stumbling hard over thoughts that tend to fly. She said that she loved me. But maybe I just forgot. She said that she knew me.

Probably not.

Vocals Jeff Cairns

reachin

Mindset, fated brush with life. Change in the road, happening quickly. Roulette, steering just one road. Outcome’s not set, but office days keep streaming.

It always comes down to one, finding it out, yeah. Better calm down, hey, give them all a rattle.

Nothing like good old distractions. Minds tend to wander, spinning no traction. Listing, aimlessly drifting. Vision deceiving, hope might be calling.

I always think I’m the one, in this crap shoot, yeah. Time to get down to bare fundamentals.

Mine field, lifeless and sorry. No one to pull strings of good intention. Reachin, nothing to grab. Hope pulses golden. Keeps the heart in rhythm.

We fall in one by one, finding it out, yeah. Keep your head down, hey, way up in the saddle.

I’m reachin….just reachin…

flamingo joe

Flamingo Joe in suit and shades. Lost in the city where the falling night cascades. Beneath the moonlit sky he spins his tales. In a world of illusions, where hearts collide while the truth derails.

Flamingo Joe in flight. Dancing through the shadows in the neon light. Oh, Flamingo Joe where do you go. In this confusing world, you’re a dazzling show.

Cigarette glows in mystic hands. As he navigates life in this foreign land. Amidst the urban sprawl he seeks his truth. In the language of the night, he finds his youth.

Through smoky haze he haunts the bars. A troubadour of souls, beneath the silent stars. In jazz-filled air, in deep disguise. He masters illusion, with bloodshot eyes.

A silhouette in time. Chasing dreams in a world of crime. Oh, Flamingo Joe where do you go. In this sampling world you’re a dazzling show.

Whispered secrets to his should. As Flamingo Joe he plays his role. In the neon glow he finds his truth. A master of the night, since his lonely, lonely youth.

Oh, Flamingo Joe…Yeah, Flamingo Joe…Oh, Flamingo Joe.

Vocals Makeda Rose

potential difference

There’s something in the way it’s spoken. Rolling off the tongue in triple time. Neon lights of strong, soft shimmers flashing in the purple night. Not a normal way of thinking. Twisted way beyond what used to be. Never could have seen had we kept our minds unfocused. I’m trying to say.

Potential difference it’s like night and day. The soft sweet way that we join together. Drawing near, forces of black and white, physics of love’s electric atmosphere. We got it going now, please show me how. Charging up our loving engines, off we go.

What about the way we do it right. Bring music from the back to the forefront. Shift around of things in our normal way, a different way of speaking. I’m trying to say. We owe it to the ones coming after us, grasping, looking, clinging to the light of day. Will they hear it, so loud and clear, shining in the night; a liquid fire.

Potential difference it’s like night and day. The soft sweet way that we join together. Drawing near, forces of black and white, physics of love’s electric atmosphere. We got it going now, please show me how. Charging up our loving engines, off we go.

Potential difference it’s like night and day. The soft sweet way that we join together. Drawing near, forces of black and white, physics of love’s electric atmosphere. We got it going now, please show me how. Charging up our loving engines, off we go.

Potential difference it’s like night and day. Potential difference it’s like night and day.

Potential difference it’s like night and day.

Vocals Jeff Cairns

Waves

High on a crest, salt on the tongue, wind in my hair. Drop down the trough, bubbles done care, rising. Waves on the sand, like clouds in the sky. Ripples of currents standing thought-like.

Leaves falling down like Cass’ sad song. Blue skies turn grey. California dreams. Crowds on the go, shiny and cold. Rhythm of change, stories untold.

Lost in my thoughts, hilltop of grass, pallet of blue. Dreams in the sun, cloud shapes don’t lie, drifting. Waves on the sand, like clouds in the sky. Ripples of currents standing thought-like.

We should live, last time I checked, face to face, Love and respect.

Crowds on the go, rhythm of change, shiny and cold. Waves call my name, like mother’s sweet voice, singing. Waves on the sand, like clouds in the sky. Ripples of currents standing thought-like.

Leaves turning brown a mama’s lament, chilling my soul, wintery scene. Green has all gone, icy cold swell, Waiting for change, stories to tell.

Back on a crest, salt on tongue, wind in hair. High in the sky, bird-like and wild, I keep singing. Waves on the sand, like clouds in the sky. Waves on the sand, like clouds in the sky.

Waves on the sand…Waves on the sand…Waves on the sand

Vocals Makeda Rose