Poet Jere Carroll has performed her work at venues such as the Library of Congress, George Washington University, the Visions Festival in New York City, on the radio (WPFW FM, Pacifica Broadcasting), and on behalf of Amnesty International. Her poetry can also be found on the CD's: Trio Hurricane (Black Saint Records, Milan, Italy), Paul Murphy-Joel Futterman Quartet, and Enarre (Cadence Records).
Audio Clip: Sleep My Sons,MyLovers,My Mates
(from Outpost Witch, recorded at MapleShade)
Paul Murphy & Kash Kilion.
© Jere Carroll-Murphy.
Audio Clip: Voice (Ridin the DC Line)
Paul Murphy & Joel Futterman.
© Kali Records.
Ridin' the DC Line
Ridin' the DC line
Takes you to the outer limits takes you on down
Promises to be pleasant offering new sounds
Over the water through the air DC got an underground
Baby, gonna take you there
Runnin' long and runnin' sweet
Cruisin' for the song and keepin' the beat
Movin' underground and seekin' the heat
We get on down
Speak the truth on the street or don't you come around
We got a flame to keep and the rains are comin' down
We got a soul to keep and the walls are comin' down
Ridin' the DC line
On a particular corner on a particular street
We are keepin the beat ridin' the DC line
Sleep My Sons, My Lovers, My Mates
(As it appears in The Pyramid)
Sleep My Sons, My Lovers, My Mates
Sleep now for tomorrow we fight
Sleep now, first you take the red and then the white
You know, baby, you know
Take Two Coins for Caron before you wake
Two Coins for Caron, there can be no mistake
Take Two Coins for Caron every day before you begin
Two Coins for Caron to find your way again
New ways, new deals and trains run on time
New planes, new ideals and travel in your mind
Schedule remains the same. Spirit agrees to reenlist
Some pay a heavy fine
Speeches being written, shaking hands, being kind
They do come back again and run a second time
The children are crying
They come from the warring plane
They have forsworn that man shall seek to gain
He shall seek the harmony to ease the pain
Giving his hand in love to protect our domain
Children, we ask of thee
Forgive what we have come to see
In the chorus of your sons and your daughters
I am the first light you seek
The breath of dawn upon your bloodied sheets
I am the seasons that fall and begin again
You come from within my deepest seas
For you have drunk my earthly fires and been spoken to on the wind
I am the river from the plane upon which rested your soul yet to earth
I was the sky over your head
My hands created your evening sky
As you rest upon my waters
The measure of these tides
Drawn your silhouette and I may see through your eyes
I was the mountains of your hallowed bones
I was the voice, the chorus of your sons and your daughters
As gathered in your net, we cast for thee
In the chorus of your sons and your daughters
Take Two Coins for Caron before your wake
Two for every Caron, be no mistake
Take Two Coins for Caron every day before you begin
Two Coins for Caron to find your way again
Sleep now my sons, my lovers, my mates
Sleep now for tomorrow we fight
Sleep now
JERE CARROLL-MURPHY