Hearthsongs CD/DVD
A long-time songwriter and healing channel, I, Cea Hearth, favor the written word in song and novel to capture my hard-won glimpses into the spiritual dimension. A plethora of book ideas await my eventual retirement, but these upbeat songs would not wait! Even the more somber lyrics are coupled with spritely music to keep the experience hopeful and light. Hearthsongs, my first banjo album, is a compilation of two old favorites (“Amazing Grace” and “May the Circle Be Unbroken,” both duets, sung with sister, Donna Janes) and original crystallized gems, generated by thirty years' meditation. Have a listen! Have a look (DVD is available showing kaleidoscopic visualizations, carefully selected and coordinated with the spirited music)! Through engaging both eye and ear, the DVD is a refreshing meditation in itself, guaranteed to bolster the mood and spiritual focus of the listener - or your bad humor and your money cheerfully refunded! CD is $10, includes shipping, and CD/DVD is $20, also includes shipping.
                                                                        
Hearth Song Lyrics
There's No Hallmark Card
The Bitter With the Sweet
The Avalanche of You
How Dear You Are to Me (Mysterious Estrangement)
The Gentle Breeze
North Star 
Hamster Wheel


There's No Hallmark Card (6/07)
I look at you thinking there's so much that I long to tell you
But the words come too hard
And there's no Hallmark card to cover it
Of tales and the trails and the wails
That I long to tell you
But the words come too hard,
They're locked under guard
Of love I'll not speak unless it should sneak out unbidden
From wherever it's hidden
Waiting there to be given wisely
Love me or hate me, just don't leave me lost in indifference
With nowhere to stand,
In shifting stand
There's so many things, so much, that I long to tell you
But the words come too slow
In a disjointed flow
There's words in the way of the words
That I want to tell you,
A paralyzed chain,
Of a stifled refrain


The Bitter With the Sweet (1/06)
Yes, you've got to take the bitter with the sweet
Just keep right on a'playin when you hit that losing streak
They may be hot and hurting, but you're standing on your feet
Faking, shaking, quaking, taking, the bitter with the sweet
Paying debts I never owed
Catchin' hits I never throwed
Healing wounds I never knew were incomplete
Pulling weeds I never sowed
Saving souls I never knowed
Choking down the draughts of bitter with the sweet
And I rue the day I was born, torn
From the fiery, briary pit that was my mother's womb
And I treasure the great day when this lifetime slips away
And I can rest the rest of ages in the room of death and dying
When I rest me all my rages in the the tomb (The Fates Unravel)
When the thread is pulled and severed from the loom
Yes, you get to take some sweet with the bitter
Along with rust there's bling and there's glitter
When the girls are passed around, sometimes you get her
And there's sweet to take the edge off of the bitter
When the girls are passed around sometimes you get her
And sometimes you see the sweet turn back to bitter!
It's not all loss and litter
You can have some gloss and glitter
There's a butterfly for every wasp and bee
There's a cherry pie for every lump of liver
For every desert there's a rolling river
You can take your sauces sweet as well as bitter
And I bless the day I was born torn
From the flowery, bowery fit that was my mother's womb
And I rue that tragic day when this lifetime slips away
And I can no more reap the blessings of those lifetimes gone before me
All the hard-won gifts and trophies I took as mine for granted
When the tapestry's unraveled on the loom--and that thread's severed--
When the final thread is severed from the loom
Yes, you've got to take the bitter with the sweet, I repeat
The Avalanche of You (12/06)
I regret to say that I hate the avalanche of you
You keep right on a'comin like death and taxes do
Here's hopin' Global Warming will come melt you away
And I'm clinging to the calendar, waitin for that day
Please don't tell me that you love me
I know you think you do
And I won't tell you that I hate you
(If this song alone won't do)
I regret to say that I hate the avalanche of you
I'd like to cast you out like a worn, torn shoe
Just like yellow snow, you're no good, you've got to go
Don't let the door harass your ass as you pass through
I don't want you in my memory
I don't want you on my mind
We've uncovered all that's in me
We ate the melon down to the rind, we ate that melon--to the rind
I regret to say that I hate the avalanche of you
Or do I protest so much, neither one of us quite believes it's true?
Well lately I'm the last to know
When feelings come, where feelings go,
So I'm stickin' to my story unless the fates show
That this hate is just a smokescreen for the truth at the back door
That I can't kill, I just might still
Feel some love for you
And I might just come to believe
When spring has sprung and the avalanche recedes
That I can't kill, I just may still
Feel some love for you
And I might see just beyond the hate
That love is waiting at the gate
And I can't kill, I just may still
Feel some love for you
But until that fateful day
I find I must regret to say
That I hate the avalanche of you
How Dear You Are to Me (Mysterious Estrangement) (12/07)
In this world we see ourselves fuss and fight
In spite of our Resolution to do right
You can prove I am wrong, I can show you how I'm right
But who can we call in the midst of the night?
And we all lose our way even in the light
So we'll surely lose our way in the shrouded-over light
of our human understanding....
They tell us not to judge and they say there's Judgment Day
Don't ask me to explain--But my open heart I lay--
And every beating of my heart reveals abiding love for you
And if I cannot see you and that helps you to get by,
that's exactly what I'll do, with a geat prolific sigh,
ÔCause you're the best family I have ever had
And if you can't include me, how can I not be sad?
Still, if you do not see me, don't conclude I am gone
Think only that I loved you even when the frills were gone, even when the chill was on
I know that life will take its passages, with passengers or none
And we can't always choose who shares the ride and we may not understand while we are on the mortal side, all the reasons the unchosen rider rides, all the reasons.... (repeat)
And the ticket price is often dear to reach a place wherep skies are clear
The ticket price is often dear to go where clouds will disappear
When I stand, myself, on trial at Judgment Day
Before the Gentle Judge and the gents and dames,
the jury of my peers, I will have no fears because I know my heart is pure
And for what trouble you trace to my hand, I do apologize
I hope you will surmise that I recognize my part in imperfection
And would, could I, erase, all trouble you can trace to my hand.
If you win and I lose, I will lose just like a winner
But if the gavel falls to me, I will see us all go free--dropping all the charges--
So the Gentle Judge will see how dear you are to me (in spite of everything),
How dear you are to me (because of everything),
How dear you are to me.
Maybe it's my karma or my gift to play the villain
Either way I'll find a way to wiggle into willin'
But come what may on Judgment Day, I know my heart is golden
The scales will tip toward tenderness--I'll be no more beholden
If you win and I lose, I will lose just like a winner
But if the gavel falls to me, I will see us all go free--dropping any charges--
So the Gentle Judge will see how dear you are to me (in spite of everything),
How dear you are to me (because of everything),
How dear you are to me.
The Gentle Breeze (8/05)
There's a gentle breeze a' blowin' even though the day's too hot
The clothes on the line are my most serious thought (you know that's a lie....)
I've got suds in the washer and two kids to mind
I've been gettin' by with murder, now I'm toein' the line
I've been gettin' by with murder, now I'm towin' the fish on the line
There's a gentle breeze a' blowin' even though the night's too cold
The bases I don't cover are takin' quite a toll
And the bases I don't cover are the bases I don't see
So I take it very kindly that You're showing those bases to me
I thank You very kindly for the bases you're showing to me
There's a gentle breeze a' blowin' even though the day's too dry
The clothes are dry in minutes and the red-tailed hawk is nigh
The kids are playing nicely--there's harmony within
Woodpecker and hummingbird drop in like nearby kin
Woodpecker and hummingbird drop in like nearby kin
I guess my point is: Whatcha doin,' worried that your clothes ain't on the line?
Even if they fall to the ground, a little dirt just makes a little brown
Mother Earth, She makes a little brown
Not everything can be green, not everything, red or blue
You know that Mother Earth, Mother Divine, She makes a lot of brown
things all the time
Mother Earth, Mother Divine--
She gets down with brown
There's a gentle breeze a' blowin' even though the day's too wet
The trees are magnificent--what I see is what I get
I've finally stopped my jumping like a pop-up toaster
I've been takin care of business like a US Army poster
Yes, it's time to sit back and rest my knees,
Goin' slow enough to know about the gentle breeze
Even tho' the day's not perfect, I can feel that breeze
So I'm gonna sit back and rest my kneeses
And contemplate and cogitate those gentle breezes, trippin' on the gentle breeze
There's a gentle breeze a' blowin' and it eases up my mind
Makes me think the God and Goddess really must be kind
It's just that we are ignoramus and we're 20-20 blind
Or we'd see They're probably sending out those gentle breezes pretty much all of the time--I know They're probably sending out those gentle breezes pretty much all of the time
But the bases I don't see are the bases I can't cover
And I see You're there with me while those bases I uncover , so I thank You now, I'll thank You to the end, my Friend
Like woodpecker and hummingbird, You're starting to seem like nearby kin,
I thank You now, I'll thank You til the end










North Star (3/05)
Gonna build an Inner Temple so I have a place to stay
Where my teeth won't need no drillin,' where the cool waters play
Gonna build an Inner Temple so I have a place to go
Where my temperature reads normal and the cool waters flow
Where my temperature reads normal and I will know
Just how much You need me, just how well You read me
Just how well You lead me--follow northstar--home to You,/p>
When it comes to reaching You, I've come a long, long way
Through the sands of desert walking, through the swamp of bog and gray
When it comes to leaving some day, may my wish come true
And my Spirit fly at Goddess speed, Northstar home to You 
And my Spirit fly at Goddess speed, Northstar home to You
Sometimes my eyes are cheerful with life's joy and cherry pie
Sometimes they're shut in sorrow by its loss and mournful cry
So I build my Inner Temple on an ever even road
Where I drink from cool, clear water and I mine for purest gold
Where I drink from cool, clear water and I mine for purest gold
Just how much You read me, just how well You feed me
Just how well You lead me--follow northstar--home to You
Believe me, Conceive me, Receive me--northstar home to You
Believe me, Retrieve me, Receive me--northstar home to You
Hamster Wheel (3/06)
Sittin at the stop sign, waitin for that puppy to turn green
Sittin in my childhood wonderin' how a mother got so mean
Is it just a "tall tale" I have been told, or can I run this hamster wheel
Until its rungs will turn to gold?
Can I run this wheel, this squeaky hamster wheel
Until its rusty rungs have turned to gold?
I just keep on runnin to one pain, then the next
I'd not been informed that life could be so hexed -- and perplexed
As I stop to buy a vowel, I listen to me howl
Lookin' for a cosmic ass to kick
'Cause I didn't sign on to this freaky, hamster wheel, did I?
I'd have to be a nut case to choose this hamster wheel, wouldn't I?
I didn't sign on to this freakin', squeakin' wheel, did I?
My right arm is a throbbin', as my right foot starts to swell
My pancreas is robbin', my sweet heaven for this hell, sweet heaven for this hell
They say I've got a parasite from some tick or some flea
Oh, and did I mention my struggle with my knee--or my struggle with the other
knee?
Then there's my right kidney, not to be outdone by my spleen,
But one thing I must say, they don't all come every day like porno queens
One thing I can say, the pains don't all come every day like porno queens
They seem to wait their turn to throb or ache or burn
Til I step upon their rung on that squeaky hamster wheel
Then they squeak right back til I find out what's their deal
And they shriek and squawk and squeal
Then I have a hamster cry and I run along by
Til their turn comes round again on that spinny-spin-spin
Of a freakin', squeakin' wheel, that relentless hamster wheel,
Unless a Bill of Goods I've not been sold--unless a tall. tall tale, I've been told,
And I can run that wheel, that relentless hamster wheel, until its rungs turn into gold
So I'll keep on runnin'--what choice do I have?
Maybe there'll be wonders to behold
And the old stop sign will turn to green
And the rusty hamster wheel will turn to gold
If it's not a Tall Tale I have been told, if it's not a Bill of Goods I have been sold
I just might run that hamster wheel
Until its rungs have turned to gold
Maybe there'll be wonders to behold....
While I'm runnin in my hamster wheel,
Waitin for the rungs to turn to gold

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