Manhattan Sleeps

by Jeff and Maya Bohnhoff

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© 2000 Jeff Bohnhoff Walking the road to Jerusalem. I met a man who sorrowed and I was undone. He said “When the night is darkest, every little act of kindness Is like a rising sun”. This world is weary down to its bones. We will build a white walled city from this primal stone. We will be together, I will be your shelter, And you will be my home. Am I just a fool to walk this road? Sometimes it would be so easy just to let it go. But when I see the eyes of silence With their stories never told – What else can I do? Walking the road to Jerusalem. I met a man who sorrowed and I was undone. He said “When the night is darkest, every little act of kindness Is like a rising sun”.
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03:39
©1993 Jeff Bohnhoff It seems so clear now Memory never lies. It’s no use hiding where the caged bird flies. Stars fall like rain Never mind. The full moon gives no light Never mind. This night is like a heartbeat Felt beyond the dark. It pulls into the center It draws into the heart. Stars fall like rain Never mind. The full moon gives no light Never mind. To reach beyond beginnings. To see beyond these seeds. Where words become a vision. Where every highway leads. Stars fall like rain Never mind. The full moon gives no light Never mind.
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©1998 Jeff Bohnhoff On a dirty street corner beneath a steel gray sky, Old Enid plays his blues as the crowds just rush on by. Just a crazy old man – dented sax and tangled hair. Wailing out his benedictions. Crumbling old brick building, Mary drinks her tea. A well-worn Bible and a blanket on her knees. She hears the gunfire from the alley down below. While sirens sing of Armageddon. Manhattan sleeps tonight Under a blanket of new fallen snow. Quiet as the light from towers pierce the fog Softly glows. I can feel the ghosts haunting the streets far below - Waiting. A full moon rises pulling people like the tide. As the snow keeps falling on an ocean deep and wide. Each fragile crystal melts into the sea, In a moment of transition. A frozen blanket, bathed in silver light. The streets lie muted in the alchemy of night. But when the spring comes, who knows what will have grown, In the cracks between the stones. Manhattan sleeps tonight Under a blanket of new fallen snow. Quiet as the light from towers pierce the fog Softly glows. I can feel the ghosts haunting the streets far below - Waiting. Old Enid dreams, in the warmth of vented steam Of better days to come. Mary’s fears seem to ring in her ears, As she stares out the window at a million frozen falling stars. Manhattan sleeps tonight Under a blanket of new fallen snow. Quiet as the light from towers pierce the fog Softly glows. I can feel the ghosts haunting the streets far below - Waiting.
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©1995 Jeff Bohnhoff I stand here grinning Under an orange October sky A straw man rooted to the earth. The sun is going down Red light on fields of brown The autumn fires burn. Beneath these feet of clay I feel the rumbling As the Armageddon boys smile their secret little smiles. No hint of sunlight But they feel the fire As clouds of birds desert the burning fields. Here at the crossroads I hear whispers on the wind. Smoke to smoke Ashes to ashes Vanity to dust. I pray for rain The flood is coming I feel it in my bones To set me free, dissolve this bondage Wash me to my home. Seed the cloudburst With smoke and ash and dust. Redeem this trial by fire. Wash me to my home. Seed the cloudburst. Wash me to my home.
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© 1982 Maya Bohnhoff Your star passed me by. Its light shone on me. I danced in the darkness. My eyes failed to see, That the costume that I’d chosen, The dark tapestry, Was woven with colors and dreams. Hold your light aloft. Illuminate my path. The star is in your smile. Sunlight in your laugh. You whisper of freedom, Sing of release, My dance the darkness must cease. I would go where you go. I would dance upon the sky. I would dare what you dare. Teacher teach me how to fly. I would be as you are, Wear the gentleness your wear. I would love as you love. Teacher teach me how to care. Now that you’ve touched my soul, Don’t leave like a whispered dream. Don’t fade in the dark. Now that you’ve held my life, Don’t let it slip out of your hand. Into the night, Light in the dance, And crying for sight. Your song woke my heart, Your music fills my head. You move gently with me, I follow where I’m lead. For whispers of freedom, Songs of release. A dance in the sunlight and peace. I would go where you go. I would dance upon the sky. I would dare what you dare. Teacher teach me how to fly. I would be as you are, Wear the gentleness your wear. I would love as you love. Teacher teach me how to care.
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© 2001 Jeff Bohnhoff Early morning scent of orange Carried on the wind. Blowing from the mountain tops Down into Shiraz. The city holds a secret A secret no one knows. Calling from the rocks and streams Calling to Shiraz. I cross the mountains to Shiraz. I eat the oranges of Shiraz. Through the gate, into Shiraz. We are pilgrims on a road Our feet have never walked. Every turn and every fork, Leads into Shiraz. I cross the mountains to Shiraz. I eat the oranges of Shiraz. Through the gate, into Shiraz.
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05:07
©1986 Jeff Bohnhoff Touch me, This sea of pain will part. Your eyes will break my heart. Wounded, Wounded. A wind blows, Across this tortured land. And dust slips through my hands. Wounded, Wounded. The silence of the soul Heals the wounded. The silence of the soul... Thunder, When it rains at last, Will it wash away the past? Wounded, Wounded. The silence of the soul Heals the wounded. The silence of the soul... I just want to understand How to heal the wounded. I just want to understand. The wounded, heal the wounded. I just want to understand How to heal the wounded. I just want to understand. The silence of the soul The wounded in the flesh The wounded in heart The wounded in the soul Wander in the streets. Wounds as deep as memory, Wounds as deeps as love, Wound that sting like might have been Wounds untouched by dreaming.
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© 1992 Jeff Bohnhoff Everyone talking, It’s so hard to tell, Who has the real thing Or just something to sell. We live these blues And then we turn the page. For something true I’ll break this cage. All I am sure of Is what I don’t know. Do you keep your hurts hidden Where they don’t show? We live these blues, Then we turn the page. For something true I’ll break this cage. How is deep is this river? Has it ever been known? A swift current rushing To carry me home. We live these blues Then we turn the page. For something true I’ll break this cage. We live these blues For a better day. To get to you I’ll break this cage.
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© 1992 Jeff Bohnhoff You’re weightless With the breath of life. Shapeless feelings Hold you in the night. The storm is raging You struggle for control. The storm is raging, Raging in your soul. This river wears the pebble smooth. The spirit and the stone. This fire melts your heart away. The spirit and the stone. I dreamt of summer, Of the laughter in your eyes. As we went walking Through clouds of fireflies. This river wears the pebble smooth. The spirit and the stone. This fire melts your heart away. The spirit and the stone. The maker molds the lump of clay. The spirit and the stone. Changing winds and shifting sands. The spirit and the stone. I tossed all night in lucid dreams, Of shattered light through bursting seams. I saw you there behind the wall. You woke me with a voiceless call. This river wears the pebble smooth. The spirit and the stone. This fire melts your heart away. The spirit and the stone. The maker shapes the lump of clay. The spirit and the stone. Changing winds and shifting sands. The spirit and the stone.
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06:37
© 1983 Words by Maya Bohnhoff / Music by Jeff Bohnhoff I've traveled far I've traveled wide
I've sifted through the earth; I've searched the sky
Seeking the fairest Flower that grows --the Persian Rose
 The hour is late, the world's asleep.
In darkness I see the Rose and my heart weeps.
But still that fragrance draws me to the bower -- the Persian Flower The Persian Rose Tell me, have you seen it? Tell me, have you touched it? Tell me in what garden does it grow? I tell you, I must have it. I must make it mine. You think me a madwoman sifting through the sand. Oh no, those are rose petals in my hands. God, is there no mercy? Now my restless journey leads me to a wall. I scale the fearful height; I slip and fall. But when I open up my eyes, A Garden surrounds me -- Paradise. And here at the end of my troubled path, it grows -- The Persian Rose. I've traveled far; I've traveled wide. I've sifted through the earth; I've searched the sky. To lose the world and gain a soul. Tumble to my knees; rise to the goal. Oh, the madman and the lover surely know They must fall who would embrace the Rose.
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© 2002 Jeff Bohnhoff I don’t believe in happy endings. Or even endings at all. It all goes on. Have we left ourselves unfinished? Is there something left to do? It all goes on. So tell me Do you think the story’s done? Not yet, not now. The clenched fist Is chained by its own anger. The clenched fist It can never be free We all go on. Have you travelled cross deep water To accept uncertainty? It all goes on. So tell me Do you think the story’s done? Not yet, not now. So tell me Will we all come tumbling down? Not yet, not now. Do you believe in happy endings? Is there an ending at all? We all go on. Have you left yourself unfinished? Have you something left to do? It all goes on. So tell me, Do you believe? I don’t believe in happy endings It all goes on.

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Soaring, melodic acoustic electric rock.

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released July 1, 2002

Produced and engineered by Jeff Bohnhoff at Mystic Fig Studio

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Jeff and Maya Bohnhoff San Jose, California

Jeff and Maya have an identity crisis. Their music is sometimes uproariously funny parody (like their spot-on "Bohemian Rhapsody" parody "Midichlorian Rhapsody", or hauntingly beautiful, like "Road to Jerusalem" or "Manhattan Sleeps". One way or another, their music will create strong emotions. Jeff and Maya have been creating music together since 1979, and plan to continue for some time to come. ... more

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