“no more plans to promise -just minor chords and major scars…”
“Because unicorns and rainbows can’t be found they just appear”
“Life’s a narrow path when we view it through a tunnel, point of view becomes the truth as we talk about the road we travel”
“The thread of life is a golden strand that binds the in-between…”
“Like the early morning haze turns a straight road into a maze, you’re just outside my view””
“Night finds light without a chase, settled to the rhythm of and easy pace”
“You can take DNA a long, long way from the Cliffs of Moher and Galway Bay”
“You’ll find what you want when it wants to be found”
Alisa Carr is an interspiritual guidess, shamanistic psychotherapist, classically trained pianist, record producer, and life-partner extraordinaire. Randy Langford receives songs and scratches them down if they stick around; he also, from time to time, facilitates discovery with University students, and contemplates legal conundrums when he’s not strummin’ on a 6-string.
Together, Alisa and Randy, and Booker, their 70 lb. social and culinary director, make music, create visual and literary art, explore the world, and do their best to encourage and support those whose lives become entangled with theirs.
SHAMANACANA is a term that originated as a description of Randy’s music and has since expanded to include the talents and offerings that have emerged from the Alisa/Randy collaboration.
Through their collaboration and a mutual desire to offer what they have for restoration and respite from the daily stress and strife that has become the norm for many, Alisa and Randy have decided to
Freely share their SHAMANACANA EXPERIENCE with all.
Red dirt mud and horny toad blood
Washed off in the warm summer rain
But stain of grass went deeper than that
And a little bit of emerald remained
She was born on brown windswept plains
But Celtic blood pulsed in her veins
When her momma sang Gaelic lullabies
And her daddy tried to live with white man’s lies
You can take DNA a long, long way
From the Cliffs of Moher and Galway Bay
Far out west where buffalo graze
And the Cherokee drink their sorrows away
She always said there’s no place like home
As if home was someplace she knew
Going back to where you’ve never been
Is what an Irish poet would do
It feels like home is all she wanted to say
Home is someplace far away
Home is a dream every day
For a girl with angel kisses
She never called our house her home
She’d sit for hours and stare to the east
She longed to hear a penny whistle played
By a drunk out on the street
Auburn hair’s what the girls wear there
Like their mommas and their mommas before
And smoke from burning sod
Says it’s warm behind that painted door
It feels like home is all she wanted to say
Home is someplace far away
Home is a dream every day
For a girl with angel kisses
She’s got rain in her face
Wind in her hair
She’s gotta go someplace
But don’t know where
Rain in her face
Wind in her hair
You can’t hold onto
What’s not there
The morning sun seems different
When you watch it rise all alone
Knowing the one you’ve watched it with
Has already watched it at home
And it’s a helluva deal when the woman you love
Loves a feeling more than the man
There’s no match for peat and pub
Where the whiskey’s as old as the land
If feels like home was all she wanted to say
Home was someplace far away
Home is a dream every day
For a girl with angel…