A Crawdaddy original with a mellow urban groove. The oscillating two-string violin goes up and down like the story says, delivering the mystical advice of obscure Greek philosopher Heraclitus...whaa?
lyrics
Way down on the steam-laden coastline, Raised up in an ice-hardened shell.
Rarely caressed in his infancy, No recall of having been held.
Conceiver did stay by his bedside, Proved by the dim orange glow.
Stiff actions supplanted the lack of sweet words From his master who helped form the floe.
Removed he became, and self-centered, Just playing his own little game
He damn sure had no clue of the Law, “The way up and down is the same.”
Still there came constant reminders Of what turns the little blue globe.
Some lasted only a night, two or three, Others stayed long on the road.
Each added a few more degrees, To the flame that was always within.
But as each one respectively left him, He knew it must now fall to him . . .
To find Beauty in she who is here now, Who opens her soul to his stream.
She is helping to make him aware of the law, “The way up and down is the same.”
No longer a slave to the ego, no steppin’ on so many hands
No more talkin’ the talk y’all, sleepwalking in land after land
Now he is learning about the way up, Where desire becomes mystery.
Content to know not what he loves, Content to just let her be . . .
The glass into which he can now peer, And with her unravel the game
Well phrased by the ancient Obscure One, “The way up and way down is the same.”