The World of Color and Light (EP)

by Mamalama

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A special EP preview of the new World Of Color And Light, recorded October 2011


released December 31, 2011

Elizabeth Clark-Jerez, music, lyrics, voice, harp
Charlie Schikowitz, violin, guitar, voice
Henry Lowengard, Hammered dulcimer, pianica, tenor recorder
Sharon Penz, cello
Dave Gluck, percussion

recorded at Art Farm, Accord, NY
mixed by Brian Macaluso at Clandestine Recording



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Mamalama New York

With its intoxicating acoustic fabric of harp, violin, cello, hammered dulcimer, mandolin, flutes, frame drums, and ethereal voices, Mamalama weaves a vibrant tapestry of European folk and classical, Renaissance/medieval music, psychedelia, modern minimalism, world music, and mystical, image-rich poetry. It's an irresistible spell that carries the listener to realms both calming and stimulating. ... more

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Track Name: The World of Color and Light
With this song I'll recreate
the night the light
the ease of our
sacred moment
living in the world of color and light

timeless time
space between
wake and dream

with this song I'll live again
inside the breath of our brief flight
sacred moment
sun tucks behind
painted blossoms
sky fills our eyes

dusk or dawn
space between
wake and dream
beyond the veil
of our eyes
pulled beneath
tides of time

this world is not my home

inside one sacred moment is life.
Track Name: Light From Light
Light from Light

And the way to your heart is never through your head.
And the way to the sun is hardly through the moon.
We can drink up the sun as it enters this empty room.
I can open the door.a
I can welcome you in.

Light from light
return to the One who paints these funny scenes.

I can open the door,
I can welcome you in.
We can smell all the flowers
beauty underneath our feet
above, below, a thousand names.
We can feel all the wind
We can drink up the stars as they poke through an empty night.
We can stare in our eyes
We can listen for quieter things.....

Light from light
return to the One who paints these funny scenes.