Personal Note*
The pieces below were written by myself (Bill Baxter) with help from my friend Roger Filgate.
Roger and I were involved with a musical experience we called  "Y" which was the pinnacle of my
musical endeavors and spiritual expressionism.  "Y" existed from 1985 to about 1995 and included
Bill Baxter (bass/vocals/keyboards),

Roger Filgate (guitar/vocals/keyboards), Guy Maturo (drums/percussion),  Phil DiMaso (keyboards),
and to a certain extent, vocalist Jason Larimore. 
I credit my mother for "opening the door" and whatever kind of "supreme being" there is out there and
for furthering the cause.  We had us a time. Anyone involved in any way with this venture will never forget it.
By the way, again, a special  thanks to all those, who tried so hard, for sooooo long, to make it happen.
The content below is probably more for me than anyone else.
Whether you enjoy or despise, swim or sink, learn or just don't get it, it's here, it will always be here,
and will be the better part of me forever.
Bill Baxter  1/29/2005




Guy Matruo / Bill Baxter 2008 


#66

Master of the Game...

Master of the game, please, tell me, is the game still the same?
When I make my move, you move it back, tell us it's wrong and then you say...
What have you, got to loose?  This time your ready for, me and I've got to choose...
I know (he knows the) the ropes, he says,  I can, make the tides turn...turn your walk 'round.
Loose before you win young man, end before you even begin...
But to win, means that own the prize, prize of life, sail, on pacific nights,
if you loose call me always...
Master of the game, the master of the game.

We'll play your game, we'll match your best, sonny, give us all you've got.
Our hand is time, our strength devine, we've got what you have not.
We've only to see it through, all eyes turn to you, it's your move sir, think it through.
We'll wait forever, forever together... make your move.

You know time, time runs out, out on those who hold and go for gold,
look sir you're growing old,  if we win call us always...
Master of the game, the master of the game.

Silence holds the sought for truth, the darkness holds the light.
Stay calm oh one that has no time, rush on oh one with sight.
Hold back young soul forever learn, push forward you with might.
Stand idle no one dare not think, that all you know is right.

It's your game we've won, kneel down Master's Son, would you like to play again?
Save your charm Charlie, won't do you no harm, still you'll live and die in sin.
Save you love lines for someone, save your golden dreams for the young one's that give a damn.

Take another step, and you will surely fall into the black,
holy thought will surely cleanse your day, please sir play again we'll stay,
here with you forever. 
You move your piece to the center, in life we're not the same,
you're in control your the winner, your the master of your game.


#67
The Need to Wonder...

The young take their place outside, and wonder, what is new today.
The old wanting what is in their eyes, sit and dream of...yesterday.
The two, the same, the goal, the one...yet they know not, how to play.
I wonder why, I wonder, they wonder why.
We look into each other's eyes, and see the same thing...the need to wonder.

The boy and the man an unlikely pair, to deal the hand of wrong and right.
They laugh, they cry, while they try to find, a good reason, for living life.
The two, the same, the goal, the one, that's lived longer says his is right.
But the young one, bound to change the plan, speaks of true love, world war, and insight.
I wonder why, I wonder, they wonder why.
We look into each other's eyes, and see the same things...the need to wonder.

For them it's me, life hanging in the balance, what will they choose for you?
We then shall pray, our time will soon be ending, the two will then be as one.
The two they live live their lives alone, yet they cannot find their own way,
For you and I, life just passes by, still it seems, the only way.
I wonder why, I wonder, they wonder why.
We look into each other's eyes, and see the same things...the need to wonder.



#68
Love Lies Waiting...

Mortal wizard tell me of your laughter, your crystal ball lies shallow dark and frail,
your blackened river leads you ever homeward...you call my name.
Self appointed king explain your laughter, you know the secret, yet you will not tell.
Your kingdom I despise, your knowledge long for,  my place, of peace, your hell.
Love lies waiting...
Make ready battle weapons lonesome master, were on your plane, fight well,
we have the secret that will surely take you...a secret, love, will tell.

Love lies waiting... Watching all your darkened days, taking you through endless ways of
Love lies waiting...Waiting on your test of will, waiting on the day you wait for still.

Children of the field, they read your teachings, your education, you have taught them well.
Your time is running out, this play is over,  your time, has come... farewell.

Love lies waiting... Watching all your darkened days, taking you through endless ways of
Love lies waiting...Waiting on your test of will, waiting on the day you wait for still.


#69
Writings on the Wall...

Where is this message coming from, is it just a picture of perfect rhyme?
Stated in colorful harmony, the message ours to find.
There was a story I'm told, so very long ago, that healed the conflict of this days' night,
it was, named The Book of the Dead, that surely must be read, the writing's on the wall.
Writings, the writings on the wall...Writings, the writings rule us all, rule us all.

Left for to reason, in time you'll change your ways.
Left for to reason, the power of each day.

Who laid this burden down upon me, am I the one that must figure it all?
This conceptual writing still perplexes me, nothing to loose at all.
You can't turn away, the worship of present day, a mirror of years before,
it's written in the book, not far you'll have to look...the writings on the wall.
Writings, the writings on the wall...Writings, the writings rule us all, rule us all.

Left to the season, in time you'll change your ways,
Left for to reason, the hour of each day.

Days of darkness, fall on those, who laugh but show no cheer.
The laughing mortal looks skyward, skyward, his vision all but clear.
The writings, they seem, the same... to those who stare blindly at the walls...
The writings on the wall are always there, for those who call.


#70
Viewpoint...

A place full of sin this may be, but those who stay will learn to see.
Known to some, yet unknown to all, must life be still for us all?
Finding ways unlike yours, seeing signs of always and sometimes, wishing...
Be a dream not a reality, but who's to say, who's to say,
which is what, who's display, what is real, who's to say.
Look away no more you'll find, look away all's left behind.

Viewpoint, on all of those in view, point of view, seen by only you.
Can you see it, different sides, how they try, try to see...viewpoint.

Cared for some, ignored by none,  uninterrupted balance of presence, not noticed.
Understatements, all you hear, confusion creates, evolves, appears.
Reading so comprehensive, taking all our senses,
lost at times, not only in mind, but also from what we left...behind.
What is real, real is what, which is not, are all of thought? who are not?
Look away no more you'll find, look away all's left behind.

Of all our differences one was strong, strong opinion, no division,
clear viewpoint, on different visions. 
Time and time we laughed together, only to know, to see,
final moment we bid farewell, farewell  to all, that are gone, or remain the same.
Now all our ways are locked within the walls, of time, have past, in time, past is... behind.
Is the choice we made, the right for all, for all to see, the choice we made,
is the right for all... to see.
Look away no more you'll find, look away all's left behind.
Viewpoint, on all of those in view, can you see it? how they try.
Viewpoint, point of view, find your...viewpoint.


#71
Life By Time...

It's only time, we live our life by time,
pre-occupation with structured minutes of the day.
Who says what's right, who says what's wrong, and when they do, why do we believe?
Is it all pre-destined, will it always be the same?
Have you ever had time to think,
about your life, about your death, about your only course of action...think it.

Time catches you...waiting, waiting, wait.  Standing there chasing the shadows of
your memories, and thinking...only of the day, of the day.

Through history, through centuries, narrow the year that called you,
you shout it out..recognition came following.
Over new ground revealing sound, cast out the wide black waters, it came unto, to them.
Looking into the past, messengers of the future, the future.

Live life, see places, get around, always knowing, knowing that you,
that you will someday, you, will soon, be on, your way to...
way to the sun...near to the place that's well worth the wait.  LA HOP.

See all the people stand in line, and how the singled out one seem to shine,
he shines out, not because of the day, he stands out only because of the way, he looks at life.
See all the seekers trace his way, and all the others just seem to stay,
they stay there, not because of the day, they say it's only because of the way...they look at life.

Look for the way, everyday, and soon you will start to see...
The light, you light, that shines the way.  The shining light of day is the key.
To all, to all, to all....dreams.

Life is lived by time, by time, all life is lived...
trying to conquer, you can always try, searching for the truth, trying to find your  life.
We live our lives, we live by time.


#72
Inferno Eternity...

For so long you've read the book, time after time,
you turn the page, the words remain the same, so you go on, seek.
Unconscious battle rising waters rage, you move not, you seem to love it.

Kneel low, spiritual stranger, you possess the right to pray,
wishing well upon your brother, sister, you're on your knees but not to beg.
Seek to calm the rising water's rage, you move not, you just love it.

Dare blink not your eye, deceiving sister, time passes by,
passes you buy yourself into a future.
Owing me owing you own, nothing, and seem to love it.

Sit in the cold and lonely nights, reciting Satan's list of rights,
you will clearly see... Inferno Eternity


#73
A Progressive Toast

In front of you, the choice now stands so clearly...to shine in rhyme and heart,
or to stand aside, help not the undecided...shine in rhyme and heart.
There's change in our eyes, the mistral winds rise, need for change, defy.
Our statement stands alone, majestically.
Here lies our toast to you, a reflection of our gratitude.

The art that once stood strong, appears now to be wrong, to eyes that look but cannot see.
So listen with your mind, disclose objectives shine, replace your narrowed views with rhyme.

Your heart says you are wrong, but you still hold on,
(why do you leave all those thoughts from your heart in your mind?)
Why do you do it?  Why do you live it?
Channel yourself so you're always open, deny the thought, that impeads the flow, defy the low.

See it, see what you want you to be. Picture your own view you, see a higher you.
Reach up your tired hands in praise...for something new.
This statement stands alone...this toast just may be your own.

Starlight, shining down on me from the nights' shores.
White light, heaven sent starlight says you're right...
If it lives in your heart you can do it with time.


#74
Everyday it Happens...

As the world turns 'round and 'round, we root ourselves into the ground,
something happens each and every day.
Everyday it happens... you look the same, and your friends already know your name,
do you need to prove yourself, in court you'd pass for someone else.
Why do you think, like them?

Your pretty painted eyes I see, two of them staring right at me,
you look like everybody else in town.
And as I stand before you I cry, the same tears as you...
I keep identity in mind, I think of you and...
Every day it happens to you, happens to you, everyday it happens.

With zombie eyes, we walk around the same,
you blinked your eye at me first who's to blame for all the things that follow.
How I wish, that you were not the same,
exactly as are all the others, little more than nothing...
Every day it happens to you, happens to you, everyday it happens.


#75
All Her Nights...

Did you see, what I saw? It's just another, all caucasion doll.
I think they're all from here, and I hear their message clear, they say...
"Come on boy, take me home."

You know I'm not that type, and I tend to like it right, I guess you could say,
I'm just another old fashioned guy.  
Now your the one for me, but your not all I need, to help me make it through the night.

All her nights turn into days...unattended sight, so alone, with every right, to say...

She's a lady, and she plays to win, and into her mind boy, she'll lock you in.
Hot nasty teacher... a teacher of the flesh, moveit, you loose it, can you pass the test?
cause you're just the next one, in her school.

Her passion burns for me, I'm just another lover that she needs,
to help her make it, through the night.
Her nights turn into days, and her days are nights to play,
but you must remember, who wins the game....she wins the game.

All her nights turn into days...unattended sight, so alone, with every right, to say...