Albums and downloads

Passing Sleeping Cities

Stan Clark

with Tim Hogan, Walter Salas-Humara, Jason Farr, Matthew Henry Hall, Wyatt Blair, Kevin Dobbin, Marley Wall, Lost John Casner, Kathy Keays, and Joe Magee)

Email me at stansplayground@lavabit.com to request a hard copy of the CD or a download of particular tunes and I'll sell to you direct! You can also purchase this CD at Amazon or stream it from Spotify, iTunes, Apple Music, Google Music, Deezer and many other online streaming platforms.

stansplayground@lavabit.com

Psyche's Playground

STAN CLARK

with Mark Neumann, Mike Taylor, Tara Taylor, Michael Keberlein, Boone Dale, Danny Clark, Jim DeBusk, Tony Balbinot, Tony Norris, Rich Neville, Ray Rossi, Gary Botello, Raleigh Lintner, Russ Weidmann, Kathy Keays, and Carrie Konyha.

CDs available at amazon.com and many other online music outlets

Amazon

lyrics

PASSING SLEEPING CITIES © 2019
(Stan's second album)

LYRICS & CREDITS

THESE ARE MY GROUNDS
Music and lyrics by Stan Clark (January 4, 2017) © 2019

Well you gotta get lost before you get found
You gotta be gone to come back around

I’m here today, tomorrow who knows
It’s a matter of time, that’s how it goes

I don’t know about “right or wrong”
Luck could change before too long
It doesn’t matter if you like it or not
Do what you can with all that you got

You get knocked down, you lose a good friend
It might be a while before you get up again

But whatcha gonna do, just lay there and whine?
I’ve lost enough, ain’t gonna lose my mind

I refuse to just waste away
I ain’t got much, I’m gonna keep it in play

Life’s a struggle, but beauty abounds
These are my grounds for gettin’ down

These are my grounds
Yeah, these are my grounds for getting’ down
Down, down, down, down, down

-Credits: Stan Clark (vocals, guitars); Tim Hogan (bass); Wyatt Blair (drums); Jason Farr (saxophone)

PLENTIFUL LOVIN'
Music and lyrics by Stan Clark (May 16, 2009) © 2019

Everybody needs plentiful lovin’
Holdin’ and huggin’, ticklin’ and tuggin,’
Layin’ back, lettin’ out slack
Ain’t nothin’ like that to get a body on track
Later on we’ll get more done
If we take enough time for some lovin’ and fun
Brings out the best, lays the beast to rest
You can understand it brings more peace to the planet

I said, everybody needs plentiful lovin’
Squeezin’ & snugglin,’ wrestlin’ and rubbin’
It takes a lot more than heapin’ and hoverin’
Time to explore whatever needs uncoverin’
Gotta let go, enough to know
What she’s really needin,’ and help it be so
Give enough space for the need for embrace
To fully recover, rediscover your lover

Well, it always takes two
To get to that place
The inner way on through
To the outer reaches of space

Everybody needs plentiful lovin’
Or else we get grumpy, jerky, and jumpy
Even Dick Cheney needs some TLC
A patriotic hottie to jump on his body
Too little touch, he’s grinding his teeth
Sneerin’ and scowlin’ and strugglin’ to breathe
It’s easy to read, what he really needs
Frankenstein’s bride to roll him ‘round and ‘round
‘til he’s pacified

Everybody needs plentiful lovin’
Make her a snack or whatever she’s lackin’
We can scoop out a fleshy avocado
On a hot tortilla with some salsa and tomato
Just takin’ time to satisfy our needs
You know where helping each other leads
Back to the snugglin’, kissin’, and nuzzlin’
Cause everybody needs…
Plentiful lovin’
Plentiful lovin’
Plentiful lovin’
Plentiful lovin'

-Credits: Stan Clark (vocals, guitars); Tim Hogan (bass); Walter Salas-Humara (drums); Joe Magee (flute)

NOT THAT KIND
Music and lyrics by Stan Clark (2004) © 2019

I’ll smile at your sweetness when you pass by
You might see a twinkle in my eye
I’ll bare witness if you strip down to your soul
But I won’t submit this heart to your control

I’m not that kind (not that kind)
I’m not that kind (not that kind)
I’m not that kind (not that kind)
Not that kind at all

I’m willing to wander far away
And if you wanna slip out baby that’s okay
I’m not into forcing it, if it don’t fit
I’ve already given up more than I got from it

I’ll listen as you scavenge through your words
To lament your life among the herds
Of people always trying to be the same
But I just can’t join you in that game…no, no, no

I’m not that kind (not that kind)
I’m not that kind (not that kind)
I’m not that kind (not that kind)
Not that kind at all

-Credits: Stan Clark (vocals, guitars); Tim Hogan (bass); Walter Salas-Humara (drums)

ALL WHO WANDER
Lyrics and music by Stan Clark (December, 2012) © 2019

Bobby snuck out to watch the stars at night
Used to say Everything is made from waves of light
Kicked out of school, let his hair grow long Set off to reckon with a world gone wrong

Gotta love all who wander
All who dare
To stray way out yonder
Drifting here and there
Take to the highway
Take to the wilderness
Embracing the mystery in a sweet caress
Embracing the mystery in a sweet caress

Jubal joined the Navy to get away
From greasy dishes in his mom's café
Came home from Korea with a mess of scars
Let on how he fought there…in the battle of the bars
Sleeping here and there like a Bedouin
He sang about living the dreams of other men
Bought him a drink once he offered me advice
Travel the world son, shake every bush twice

Gotta love all who wander
All who dare
To stray way out yonder
Just to see what’s there
Take to the highway
Take to the wilderness
Embracing the mystery in a sweet caress
Embracing the mystery in a sweet caress

Now Townes was moody and he rambled around
His mother committed him; they strapped him down
Zapped him ‘til his boyhood memories died
When he sang you'd hear that long-lost boy inside
Chasing the dragon, lost in reverie
Swigging gin and whiskey all over Tennessee
Touring out of his El Torino, he lived to fly
Fish-tailing down the road, spitting death in the eye

Gotta love all who wander
All who dare
To stray way out yonder
Just to be out there
Take to the highway
Take to the wilderness
Embracing the mystery in a sweet caress

Jack hit the highway on a holy quest
To rise above desolation and emptiness
Swinging words like a Bebop trumpeteer
Sharing jugs of wine in the alley, so cavalier
Howling and moaning for his fellow man
Expecting epiphanies, pen in hand
On a journey just to tell a tale
Slipping into silence down some lonesome trail

Gotta love all who wander
All who dare
To stray way out yonder
Drifting here and there
Take to the highway
Take to the wilderness
Embracing the mystery in a sweet caress

Gotta love all who wander
All who dare
To stray way out yonder
Just to be out there
Take to the highway
Take to the wilderness
Embracing the mystery

-Credits: Stan Clark (vocals, guitars); Tim Hogan (bass); Wyatt Blair (drums); Kathy Keays (cabasa); Matthew Henry Hall (harmonica)

ROLLING ON
Lyrics and music by Stan Clark (March 22, 2019) © 2019

Rolling down the road
Listenin’ to the radio
And I’m hoping you will go
Won’t you come along with me

We’ll ride, through the countryside
See the blur of the world fly by
And let the spell of time
Slide free

Roll, rolling on
Each moment here and gone
Down another stretch of road
Through the country

Down the road, down the road
Breezes blowing through my window
And I smile as cars whiz by
At folks I’ll never know

Hear that freight train whistle blow
All these semis roaring low
We’re all part of the same roadshow
Rollin’ along

Roll, rolling on
Each moment here and gone
Down another stretch of road
Through the country

Roll, rolling on
You may say we’re on our own
But in a way
We’re all part of the same story

Roll, rolling on
Each moment here and gone
Down another stretch of road
Through the country

Rolling down the road
Listenin’ to the radio
And I hope you come along
Come along

-Credits: Stan Clark (vocals, bass, guitars); Kevin Dobbin (drums); Lost John Casner (accordion); Marley Wall (vocals)

ROSE AND A THORN
Lyrics by Jubal Clark and Stan Clark, music by Jubal Clark (1977) © 1997

A brown bottle, a great big bed
Just a rose and a thorn
All dressed up from our toes to our heads
Like the day we were born
Grinning, spinning our blues away
Laughing and loving the night into day
A brown bottle a great big bed
Just a rose and a thorn

Let’s unwind the clock, shut the shutters and the doors
Pull the phone out of the wall
There ain’t nothing outside this great big bed
I want to think about at all
Humming, strumming, coming on strong
Blowing and going the whole night long
A brown bottle a great big bed
Just a rose and a thorn

It takes a rose & a thorn sometimes
To get the rhythm going right
And to keep it that way
Cause when the rhythm is right there can’t nothing go wrong
If you stay in bed all day
“I’m rosy and cozy,” she murmurs real low
I’m thorny, horny, ready to go
A brown bottle a great big bed
Just a rose & a thorn

-Credits: Stan Clark (vocals, guitar); Tim Hogan (bass); Walter Salas-Humara (drums); Matthew Henry Hall (harmonica); Kathy Keays (voice)

THE BEST WAY
Lyrics and music by Stan Clark (2003) © 2019

Well, I was biking down San Francisco Street
On my way past NAU
I must have just forgotten about
What I’d set out to do
I found myself on The Urban Trail
Riding with reckless abandon
Free-wheeling all the way down
To the bottom of Walnut Canyon

It’s the best way I’ve ever gone to get anywhere
I don’t mind what I find when I get there
‘Cause the way I feel, feels so real, I really just don’t care
And it’s the best way I’ve ever gone to get anywhere

Now Bisbee Ann keeps a regular date
With Puff the Magic Dragon
When life’s too much like reality TV
You can see her flagging
She can never seem to get too much
Of Puff’s sweet inspiration
Says he always sets her right on course
To the heart of her imagination

It’s the best way she’s ever gone to get anywhere
I don’t care what you think about the way she gets there
‘Cause the way she feels, feels so real,
She really just don’t care
And it’s the best way she’s ever gone to get anywhere

Now I used to be the man with the plan
Trying to create my own existence
But I could never make the perfect Stan
In spite of my persistence
So now I’m letting go, letting the flow
Carry me wherever it’s going
And where I’ll be by the end of the day
There’s just no way of knowing

It’s the best way I’ve ever gone to get anywhere
I don’t give a damn where I am when I get there
‘Cause the way I feel, feels so real,
I really just don’t care
And it’s the best way I’ve ever gone to get anywhere

-Credits: Stan Clark (vocals, guitars); Tim Hogan (bass, vocals); Walter Salas-Humara (drums); Jason Farr (saxophone)

VEIL OF TEARS
Lyrics and music by Stan Clark (November 16, 2017) © 2019

Crawl out of bed in the morning
Or the early afternoon
Do all the things that we have to
‘Til the night reveals the moon
Try to make a little magic
Try to find a speck of truth
Try to ease our aching hearts
Put our love to some good use

Cause it’s a veil of tears right here
Right here, between me and you
A veil of tears between us
And we can’t see what’s true
And it won’t let us get right here
Right here like the dogs can do
We may never get it right
But we might
Get a little closer here tonight

Let’s soothe each other when we stumble
And you know, we all do
Find the fun in the roll and tumble
When we tussle, let’s call a truce
Get lost in the spell of some rhythm
Lose a little of our blues
Find a way to help the pain
Cause we can’t help but be confused

So let’s love the best that we can
Share a tune or two my friend
Take a nap in the back of the van
Fall into world within
If we awaken feeling human
Maybe we can try
Try this all again

-Credits: Stan Clark (vocals, guitars); Tim Hogan (bass); Walter Salas-Humara (drums); Jason Farr (saxophone)

BOOMERANG
Lyrics and music by Stan Clark (January 20, 2014) © 2019

Well I took you in past the tall stone wall
Through the gate across the hard courtyard
I walked you around the battleground
Where many a soul was scarred
Keeping the inner sanctum free
From the scourge of scoundrel’s swords
And I showed you a view from the parapet
Where the greedy got their just rewards

Beware the boomerang
Beware the boomerang
Beware the boomerang
Boomerang

I said, "Go to the edge, stand on the ledge
Do what you have to do.
Here or there when the truth is laid bare
It will be the end of you."
I put a snake on the floor, slammed the door
Sealed it with an iron bar
And abandoned my puzzled prisoner
Trapped like a moth in a jar

Beware the boomerang
Beware the boomerang
Beware the boomerang
Boomerang

Down smooth stone steps circling into the depths
I came upon a gloomy tomb
I rested there like a monk in prayer
Waiting for my moment of doom
I saw my life flash by in the blink of an eye
All the deeds that had led me to ruin
All I‘d done to everyone
Everything I’d ever thought about doin’

Beware the boomerang
Here come the boomerang
Beware the boomerang
Boomerang

Go ahead try to hide
Try to put it outta your mind
It will whiz in from behind
The boomerang

I felt the weight of hatred upon my chest
Smotherin’ the breath outta me
Decided to just accept my death
And BAM all at once I was free
I’m gonna be the way I am
And pay what I have to pay
And be at one with the energy
That carried me here today

Well, I am the boomerang
I am the boomerang
Beware the boomerang
Boomerang
Here come the boomerang
Beware the boomerang
Beware the boomerang
The boomerang
Beware the boomerang
Beware the boomerang
Beware the boomerang
Boomerang

-Credits: Stan Clark (vocals, guitars); Tim Hogan (bass, vocals); Kevin Dobbin (drums)

INTO THE NIGHT
Lyrics and music by Stan Clark (March, 2009) © 2019

Slipping out
I think I’ll go wandering about
Where light and sound
Fade into background
Already starting to feel alright
Just moving, into the night

Hasten away, make excuses if you must
Shake off that cloud of domestic dust
Let each gust of wind nudge you on
‘Til wanderlust takes over/Now you’re really gone
Under the stars all sprinkling light
Far away, into the night

Into the night
Eyes full of moonlight
Drifting
Dreaming
Nothing here to hide
The inside from the outside

Hear those footsteps
Tapping down the road
Let your feet decide
Where they want you to go
You never know
What you may find
Maybe even romance
If choice and chance align
Out here
No familiar place in sight
Just blending, into the night

Open to surprise
Whatever may arise
Senses
Streaming
Nothing here to hide
The inside from the outside

Slipping out
I think I’ll go wandering about
Where light and sound
Fade into background
Already starting to feel so right
Just moving, into the night
Into the night
Into the night

-Credits: Stan Clark (vocals, guitars); Tim Hogan (bass); Walter Salas-Humara (drums); Jason Farr (saxophone)

PASSING SLEEPING CITIES
Lyrics and music by Stan Clark (1976) © 1981

Passing sleeping cities
Chasing highways through the midnight
Watching headlights, stars, and road signs
Trying to make a few miles more
Trying to escape this white line
Racing sleep toward the daylight
Wondering, "Ain’t I done this all before?"

Thinking about the past
While pressing on toward tomorrow
This old highway is paved with memories
And they’re flashing on my mind
I hover in a silent space of happiness and sorrow
Glancing now and then at the relics left behind

Passing sleeping cities all my life
Though it seems like distant dreams
The many schemes, the lovers, and the lies
That moved me, come back to me tonight
Passing sleeping cities through time

Headed home or leaving
It doesn’t matter where I’m going
Once the twilight breeze is flowing
Through my windows as I glide
I’m a wink away from dreaming
And a dream away from knowing
Why this journey
Keeps me mellowing inside

Passing sleeping cities all my life
Though it seems like distant dreams
The many schemes, the lovers, and the lies
That moved me, come back to me tonight
Passing sleeping cities through time

The faces and the names aren’t the same
But again they’re not so different
I’m a preacher, a picker, a rodeo kicker
I’m a rigger with a heavy load
I’m a salesman seeking a fast buck
I’m a hitcher, riding on guts and luck
I’m the legendary traveler
On this never-ending road

I keep passing sleeping cities all my life
Though it seems like distant dreams
The many schemes, the lovers, and the lies
That moved me, come back to me tonight
Passing sleeping cities through time
Through time
Through time
Through time
Through time

-Credits: Stan Clark (vocals, guitars); Tim Hogan (bass); Walter Salas-Humara (drums); Marley Wall (keyboards); Jubal Clark (voice)

PSYCHE'S PLAYGROUND © 2011
(Stan's first album)

LYRICS & CREDITS

HORIZON
Lyrics and music by Mark Neumann & Stan Clark (2011) © 2011

I'm runnin, gotta get on out of here
I'm racin', headed for a new frontier
Not sure where I'm goin'
But I'll sure 'nough disappear

Might fly to Tokyo, in a big jet plane
Maybe ride to Nashville, jump that lonesome train
Or head up the road to Jimmy's
Bust off this ankle chain

I'm baffled, bewildered and dazed
Confounded, mystified and amazed
She said I'd be her number one,
But that ain't how it played

Just no tellin', how cold the wind might blow
Stranded here, on this lonely plateau
Not sure where I'm goin'
But I'm damn sure gonna go

So I'm ramblin', I'm rollin' out of town
Yeah, I'm ramblin, rollin' out of town
They say she's gone to Texas
Got no time to hunt her down

Won't know where I'm goin', 'til I'm almost there
Can't know where I'm goin', ‘til I'm almost there
There's something about just movin'
Gets a mind to thinkin' clear

I'm baffled, bewildered and dazed
Confounded, mystified and amazed
She said I'd be her number one,
But that ain't how it played

I'm runnin', yes I'm movin' on
I'm doin', whatever need be done
Finding my way forward,
To that new horizon
Yeah, I'm finding my way forward
To that new horizon

-Credits: Stan Clark (vocals, guitars); Mark Neumann (guitar, vocals); Michael Keberlein (bass, mandolin); Boone Dale (drums); Ral Lintner (harmonica)

I started out
I didn’t know where I was going
Full of wonder
No doubt, I was growing
People started messing with me
Telling me what was wrong
With me, my friends,
With everything I had going on

I turned away
Found myself a new way to play
I found that music
Massages the heart

Now I had learned
Not to trust people
It’s not that I’d been burned that badly
It’s not that I felt feeble
It’s just I found a way
To get my soul connected
To that underground fountain of life
That leaves no one rejected

I turned away
Found myself a new way to play
I found that music
Massages the heart

Keep on going
You’ve got to keep on going
You’ve got to let yourself explore
If you want to find out what you’re really here for

I turned away
Found myself a new way to play
I found that music
Massages the heart
Massages the heart
Massages the heart
Massages the heart

KEEPING STILL
Lyrics and music by Stan Clark (1989) © 2011

Keeping... keeping still
Mountain... walls will fill
With vibrations
The power to heal

Keeping... keeping still
Garden... walls shall shield
Me from the wanting
The people feel
The people feel

Sitting... sitting still
Open... open 'til
Until the moment
Is all that's real
Until the moment
Is all that's real
All that's real

This moment... this very moment
Is all that's real... all that's real
Right now... right now

Keeping... keeping still
Vision... beyond the wheel
Oh guide my actions
'Til they all fulfill
Oh guide my actions
"Til they all fulfill
All fulfill
Fulfill the way
Fulfill the way
Ah, feel the way
Feel the way

SACUDA
Music by Stan Clark (2010) © 2011

You can point your finger…shout about what’s wrong
You can use your power to destroy or disown
All the wise teachers say “Whatever you fight will grow strong.”
And the gangsters will thrive ‘til the power of the people turns on…turn on

Just say yes
Just say yes
Just say yes
Say yes to freedom

There’s a well of power…bubblin’ underground
Rising hour by hour…can you feel it swirlin’ around
Getting’ higher and higher…’til we’re satisfied
Break the spell of desire…take back your power to decide…take back your power!

Just say yes
Just say yes
Just say yes
Just say yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Say yes to freedom

Goodbye negation…domination…exploitation…
Just say yes
Just say yes
Just say yes
Just say yes
Say yes to freedom

There’s a power lighting up these lights
There’s a power in the room tonight
There’s a power carrying sound
Feel the power moving us around

Well there’s a power between you and me
A power, make you wanna break free
You might break away from the things you devour
But you can’t break free from the power

There’s a power buzzing in your head
There’s a Mojo power make your face turn red
Feel the power riding through your hips
There’s a power we can share through our…fingertips

Well there’s a power between you and me
A power, make you wanna break free
You might break away from the things you devour
But you can’t break free from the power

There’s a power, can you feel it here?
Feel the power deep enough you’ll lose your fear
Let the power work its way through you
The power will make you do what you need to do

Well there’s a power between you and me
A power, make you wanna break free
You might break away from the things you devour
But you can’t break free from the power

It’s got you feeling things you don’t understand
Thinking about things that you never planned
Remembering things you’d rather forget
Doing things that you’re gonna regret
You might break away from the things you devour
But you can’t break free from the power

Feel the power as we’re getting down
There’s a power moving us around
There’s a power lighting up these lights
There’s a power in the room tonight
In the room tonight
In the room tonight
In the room tonight
In the room tonight
There’s a power
There’s a power
Feel the power
Feel the power

This daddy ain't no groovy daddyo
He's nothing like the King of Tupelo
His eyesight's going and he's getting fat
Hates the office and his daughter's cat
He scares her friends singing "Roustabout,"
Revs his Harley when he's headed out,
I guess he's really all about
Finding his inner Elvis

Caught in a trap, caught in his easy chair
Watching ads that claim to grow back hair
He wonders if his comeback's come and gone
Throws a karate kick while mowing his lawn
Ain't taking care of business like before
It was alright mama but it ain't no more
Bought a package deal to Vegas
Gonna find his inner Elvis
Finding his inner Elvis

He tries to be cool
Always playing the fool
If you were feeling that blue
You might try a lip curl too!

Wearing a jumpsuit with a big gold belt
In the kitchen cooking up a patty melt
He bought himself a brand new Cadillac
His wife said "Uh-uh," so he brought it back
He thought he'd be the king of everything
He'd settle now for king of anything
Trying not to tweak his pelvis
Finding his inner Elvis
Finding his inner Elvis
Finding his inner Elvis
Finding his inner Elvis

WOMEN CAUSING AN EARTHQUAKE
Lyrics and music by Stan Clark (2010) © 2011

Women walking, walking on the square
Women walking like they just don’t care
Women moving like a cobra snake
Men watching every move they make

Them women causing an earthquake
Them women causing an earthquake
Them women causing an earthquake
Them women causing an earthquake

See them showing everything they got
See their rhythm and the way they trot
Watch the way they jiggle and shake
To let ‘em flaunt it is a big mistake
We gotta stop ‘em for heaven's sake
We gotta stop 'em for heaven's sake
We gotta stop 'em for heaven's sake
We gotta stop 'em for heaven's sake

Them women causing an earthquake
Them women causing an earthquake
Them women causing an earthquake
Them women causing an earthquake

Beware if you let them run free
Before you know it they will run the country
Do what they want, break all the rules
Bring us all together make us look like fools

I see shapes bobbing to and fro
Don’t show me nothing, I don’t wanna know
When I see ‘em wanna rock ‘n roll
Gives me a feeling I just can’t control

Them women causing an earthquake
Them women causing an earthquake
Them women causing an earthquake
Them women causing an earthquake

Cars whooshin’ by in the distance on wet streets
Mind fills with memories of my defeats
TV drones on in my room and I can’t think
I need a holiday, don’t need a shrink

Though the whole world may be asleep
And I seem to be into the dream
Awaken me
Awaken me

Pundits and politicians baiting me
Emails and telephone sales invading me
Headlines and billboard signs…capturing
Sexual images…enrapturing

Though the whole world may be asleep
And I seem to be into the dream awaken me, awaken me
Awaken me
Awaken me

There’s money to be made, bills to be paid
A promising promotion, a villa by the ocean
A platinum card, a spa in the yard
A temple full of saviors, 31 flavors

Though the whole world may be asleep
And I seem to be into the dream
Awaken me
Awaken me

I’ll do the same for you
Bust out of the game for you too
When you’re lost in the crowd
Just shout out loud
Wake up, wake up, wake up
We’ve got a lot to undo

Sunlight and wind through the trees, awaken me
Birds singing soft melodies, awaken me
Seagulls and waves rolling in
The warmth and smell of your skin…
Awaken me
Awaken me
Awaken me

Oh I am, I am, I am, moving onward
Winding, wandering along
Rambling, scrambling, ambling forward
Stumbling on and on

On and on…ever homeward
Taking to the back road
Whenever I get bored
Carrying home my load

Pull away, pull away, pull away
From what's holding you there
Whirling you astray
Away from here, unaware

Reach out your hands to one another
You can aid more than a few
Help me help us here, to help each other
Sharing the journey as we do

From the first day of our birth
Sharing the same mama, Mother Earth

To find your own true light
In the infinity of being
You must separate and unite
The mind's eye ever seeing

Did I imagine voices saying,
"Do you remember why you came
All the way, down in here?
You can rise above the game
Let yourself go further
Let yourself go further
Let your Self go
Let your Self go
Let your Self go
Further
Further
Further and further
We're heading home!"

STAN'S PLAYGROUND

Albums and downloads

Passing Sleeping Cities

Stan Clark

Psyche's Playground

STAN CLARK

CDs available at amazon.com and many other online music outlets

lyrics

LET'S STAY IN TOUCH!