2. Cry Out Loud

VERSE 1: 
I tried to love you, time after time; But you wouldn't see me, no you were unkind
You're high above, the rest of the crowd; Cry out loud, oh, Lord, cry out loud

VERSE 2:
You're a Mistress, of the high society: You wear the jewels, of elite vanity
You're a lady who can make me cry out loud: Cry out loud, Oh, Lord cry out loud

CHORUS 1:
You're a lady, whose silence speaks out loud; It shatters the darkenss, of my thirsty drought
Your eyes tell me secrets; Your lips speak no lies;
They don't speak at all, Which is why I'm on fire

VERSE 3:
Give me the reason for wanting you so; Tell me the answer, and then let me go
Love me so strangely, and then let me know; Why I'm blind, oh, Lord why I'm blind:
Why I'm blind, Oh Lord, Why I'm blind, oh, Lord why I'm blind:

VERSE 4:
I'll give you my conscience, I'll give you my soul; I'll give you this body, that's smoldering coal
I'll wait 'till the bells of etrnity toll, 'till they sound, oh, Lord, 'till they sound.

CHORUS 2:
I'll travel to the country, and try and find my mind; But your image lingers, it won't stay behind
Your eyes tell me secrets; Your lips speak no lies; They don't speak at all, which is why...I'm on fire

VERSE 1 (repeat): 
I tried to love you, time after time; But you wouldn't see me, no you were unkind
You're high above, the rest of the crowd; Cry out loud, oh, Lord, cry out loud
Cry out loud, oh Lord, Cry out loud, oh, Lord, cry out loud:

While playing piano at a comedy club in LA in the 70's, I had a crush on a beautiful brunette who tended bar. But she had no interest in me, and her aloofness could cut like a knife. I wrote the lyrics on the bar, while she continued to ignore me. I don't think I ever showed her the lyrics or played her the song & I don't think that it would have made any difference if I did. So this song is an ode to all the beautiful, aloof women of the world. Men may admire her from afar, or throw themselves at her feet. But her eyes start straight ahead. She doesn't see you; you don't exist. That doesn't stop the feelings we have, the passion, Jeff Wood found this amazing singer from Tajikistan, Irina Mikhailova, whose haunting Eastern vocals take on the role of this elusive female spirit. At the end, the male chant is for the universal spirit of men's unfulfilled desires.