My Magical Dream - (March 3rd 1998)
Written by / copyright - Greg Jones

I often will dream of magical places
Of fabulous beasts and heart-warming faces
Like a lorikeet kingdom on top a mountain of gold
And from a magical spring I drink, and never grow old
There's a marvelous museum of Kings, Queens & Knights
And a cowardly lion who cries when he bites
On a chimney top high I sing to the moon
The monkey's beat drums for the rain is coming soon
Then a rainbow of flavour falls down from the sky
Mixing with the fairy-floss and sweet candy pies
A pelican sings songs of the tales of far seas
And the wind whispers secrets through the leaves of the trees
The snakes slither slowly through the slippery soft sands
They wriggle and giggle as they push with their hands
The elephant trumpets through the fog of the night
As an elderly man holds his banjo close tight
Then a silent wind blows, not a sound can be heard
And the party awaits for my next magic word
'Karla-wampa' I shout from the next breath that I blew
And every word after then echoes healthy and new
In this dream full of fantasy I say freely what I mean
Looking forward to the next moment and whatever lies unseen

On My Knees I Prayed - (March 15th 1998)
Written by / copyright - Greg Jones

The intensity of my pain collected, and tore apart my heart
I fell on weakened knees and prayed, this plea I was to start
Oh God please let this pain reside, for I am broken whole
I long for human touch and kindness to caress my troubled soul
Please let me start from this moment now, not ever to return again there
I want to feel renewed once more, and with strengthened eyes I'll stare
And wonder at all that is around me here, to laugh at things that I love
With this freedom I'll fly high amongst the clouds, to the heavenly skies above