Max Gabriel

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  • UNPINNABLE BUTTERFLIES: demos for a cinema-musical
  • Max Gabriel: 3.Yellow.Spiders
  • 7 SPLINTERS IN TIME Original Motion Picture Score
  • FROM BAGHDAD TO BROOKLYN Original Motion Picture Score
  • Max Gabriel: The Exile of Saint Christopher
  • Film/TV Scoring: Eclectic Cues
  • Max Gabriel and the Broken Ribs
  • Max Gabriel: various demos, works in progress
Patience with this modern world, dear

Santa Maria

hold on
she’s leaving on the Santa Maria
straight on past the edge of the world
straight on past the edge of the world
hold on
she’s leaving on the Santa Maria
maybe it’ll set her free
maybe it’ll set her free

twenty years old
all the flowers were on your side
all the minefields had gone to the seaside
she asks psychiatrists and Buddhists
to help her feel the breeze

she loved them passionately
but she couldn’t live
in their country for long
every memory is a refugee
she’s trying to sail home

hold on
she’s leaving on the Santa Maria
straight on past the edge of the world
straight on past the edge of the world
hold on
she’s leaving on the Santa Maria
you decide who you want to be
you decide who you want to be

thirty years old
collecting voices on the radio
you fell sick in a room full of windows
you trace your mother’s face in paint
remember a hospital at noon

I once lost my mind inside my mind
trying to see its maker
we all carry moths inside of us
that gnaw us daily
then like a sparrow leads a sailor
I found my north star
but some days I still look back

hold on
we’re leaving on the Santa Maria
straight on past the edge of the world
straight on past the edge of the world
hold on
we’re leaving on the Santa Maria
it’s freedom and it’s colony
it’s freedom and it’s colony

your own artifacts
your own maps you make to guide you
through the small portal of your life
tunnels filled with wolves
you go to the circus with a knife

sixty years old
all the flowers start to sigh
all the minefields been cleared from the seaside
your life opens at the estuary
of the bluest sea

hold on
we’re leaving on the Santa Maria
straight on past the edge of the world
straight on past the edge of the world
hold on
we’re leaving on the Santa Maria
maybe it’ll set her free
maybe it’ll set her free

Patience with this modern world, dear.