B i o g r a p h y (by William Ruhlmann)
10,000 Maniacs (named after the low-budget horror movie 2,000 Maniacs) were formed in Jamestown, New York, in 1981 by singer Natalie Merchant and guitarist John Lombardo. Other members of the sextet were Robert Buck (guitar), Steven Gustafson (bass), Dennis Drew (keyboards), and Jerry Augustyniak (drums). The group gigged extensively and recorded independently before signing with Elektra and making The Wishing Chair in 1985. Co-founder Lombardo left the band in 1986, and they continued as a quintet, releasing their second album, In My Tribe, in 1987. This album broke into the charts, where it stayed 77 weeks, peaking at number 37. Blind Man's Zoo, the 1989 follow-up, hit number 13 and went gold. After 1992's Our Time in Eden had finished its run on the charts, Merchant announced that she was leaving for a solo career. MTV Unplugged was released a few months after her departure. The remaining 10,000 Maniacs decided to continue performing, adding the folk-rock duo John & Mary (original member Lombardo and violinist/vocalist Mary Ramsey). The new lineup released Love Among the Ruins. Merchant released her first solo album, Tigerlily, in the summer of 1995 and a follow-up, Ophelia, in 1998. In 1999, the remaining Maniacs released The Earth Pressed Flat on Bar/None. Sadly, a year later lead guitarist and founding member Robert Buck, who co-wrote some of the band's classics like "Hey Jack Kerouac," "What's the Matter Here?," and "These Are Days," died of liver failure on December 19, 2000. He was 42. Following Buck's death, 10,0000 Maniacs took a yearlong hiatus, reconvening in December 2001 to play a benefit concert with Jeff Erickson now playing guitar. After this concert, Gustafson, Drew, and Augustyniak assembled a new lineup of 10,000 Maniacs featuring guitarist Erickson and vocalist Oskar Saville, who previously sang with Rubygrass. Over the next four years, this version of the Maniacs toured regularly -- their profile was raised somewhat in 2004 when Rhino released the career retrospective Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure & Unknown Recordings -- and in 2006, Mary Ramsey began playing the occasional concert with the band. Saville left the band in 2007 and Ramsey returned to her role as frontwoman. 10,000 Maniacs remained a staple on the folk-rock circuit right into the new decade, and in 2011 they released their first new recording in a decade: an EP called Triangles, which appeared on their label, Ruby Wristwatch. That year, the group also played two 30th anniversary concerts in their hometown of Jamestown, New York, then set out to record a new album in 2012. The resulting Music from the Motion Picture -- the first new 10,000 Maniacs album in 14 years -- appeared in February 2013. Not long after its release, Bob Wachter (who had played drums with the group back in 1981 before Augustyniak joined on a full-time basis) died at the age of 49. John Lombardo rejoined the band in 2014 as they were recording the album that became Twice Told Tales, a 2015 collection of British folk covers.
Grey Victory Pour De Chirico Death Of Manolete Tension Daktari Pit Viper Katrina's Fair The Latin One National Education Week My Mother The War
Rainy Day Love Among The Ruins Even With My Eyes Closed Girl On A Train Green Children A Room For Everything More Than This You Won't Find Me There Big Star All That Never Happens Shining Light Across The Fields
The Earth Pressed Flat Ellen Glow Once a city On & on Somebody's heaven Cabaret Beyond the blue Smallest step In the quiet morning Time turns Hidden in my heart Who knows where the time goes
Because The Night Planned Obsolescence To Sir With Love Let The Mystery Be
Secrets of the I ching
Grey Victory There was light and atomic fission Swelling wind Rising ash Tide of black rain Cement seared shawdow traces Reminiscent of their last commands Instantly one thousand flames arising Ill scent the burning hides surrounding A settlement debased entirely Enola gay had made a casual delivery Please build a future, darling With our bomb Cherish and love it For the sake of Earth bound kingdom come The undersides of fallen metal trusses Evil debris of human bodies Each window's glass shards pelted Secure confines Brittle collapse Neighbors lay beside Each other unknowing Faces scorched of all familiar bearing Too few hands Many wounds for closing Marred by Thirsting Anguish Fear lamenting Here we stand At the door to gold atomic age Don't spoil your face with worry Trust in Earth bound kingdom come Pour De Chirico Oh my dear friend My dear friend giorgio How has this time breton Discouraged your liaison with the Eye styled metaphysical Incongruous scenarios Dauntly jaunt about through nostalgic despair Within childlike renderings Of a nightmarish recall "all my images Fragments i've shored upon my ruins Pictor classicus sum I am pure" Step solemn with the Air of reluctant manes As rod and hoop shadow children Scatter through a henna arcade Figures indentured to a windless landscape Enduring silence and flame Da Da da No loyalty to the nonsensical Scorned their nihilist pageantry Death Of Manolete There were women holding rosaries On the day manolete died Teenage girls in soft white dresses Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys held in their hands The fragments of a shattered idol The old men with their traditions challenged Refrained from tears Neck neck hook Poles of wood The picadores stood eyes ablaze To view brutal contest In the vale of years Courage unfailing Agility exhausted Youth entered challenge Reached for title shelved Patrons in attendance To disarm a common myth Homage played to the victor of immortality Cloaked in bold tones In the stockyard the beasts Did climb their barriers Bid by a frenzied ring Bred for one purpose only To die in man's sport Dash against his spindle An instant fell to wounding On the day Swords penetrating On the day Torches igniting On the day Flower wreaths encircling The day On the day Tension Frail hinges pivot On a case's door Commemorative Souvenirs from places Containers change with occasion Cellophane encased Displaying paper Certificate Credit years of service A tool of central enterprises The early hope For permanence The words the rings Consistency And social security The miracles high tragedy A thought mistaken for a memory Dress lengths assassinations Fractured family ties and christenings Local posts will list your friends In order of disappearance Lawn scattered tins feed birds The portion baked For absent guests The mass edition icon God sent comfort Your salvation But who grants absolution For sins that never were committed Tension makes a tangle Of each thought becomes Inconvenience Sound never penetrates The servile edges break and faint A thought mistaken for a memory Clear the dust From smiles in boxes Pass the patterned wall Recall their voices Daktari Like a weasel in the clover You tilt toss pop turn over Sit down! Tremble and weave like a moth By flame deceived Sit down! Spill with your words caught up Dance in your room Slide like you're buttered up Roll back the tomb Sit down! Bolt scuff jilt chase circle riddle Shake in haste Sit down! When the thunderclouds sound Ants scatter to high ground Pit Viper In the cruel garrison of affection If worth of lore is true You know the face of a temptress Pit viper A witch or enchantress Pit viper With the malign venom of conceit She tries Civil men Conceal fear Misgivings When night entreats them A greater chill sustains Stains her Darkness Shall not inhibit death blow Know this skin does not restrict her Tear and shed the coil Fall of garland leaves Below the soil Katrina's Fair Greta's cedar hope chest Is full of pamphlets Glass shelves of romantic vignettes A journal laced with sedimentary prose Norma gathers and collects vintage photoplays Hair combs valentines Lillian allows the animals to scratch Leather crack Mail collect in the box coatings peel Agnes veiled cathedral dweller Smiles with benevolent pain It's katrina's fair tuesday morning As she with caution unlatches the flat door She alone cascades to the basement Careful not to spoil her Calico printed pinafore Composite traits mannerists All others dissipate Margauritte vigilant dwells upon frigid casements Sarah's thoughts in the velocity Accusations always pierce and pass Clara abandons her passions for distastes Miss lenora p. Sinclair Early for coffee in the pool "i'm resituating all your words" Capital Space Colon Paragraph Sylvia keeps beasts in jars labeled Kingdom phylum class order family genus species The Latin One Bent double like old beggars in sacks Knockkneed and cursing or coughing like hags Men marched on sleeping some without boots Fatigue drunken deaf still to the hoots Of breaking gas shells Dropping softly behind But limped on bloodshod All went lame all went blind Gas gas quick boys fumbling helmets in time Someone still screaming a man in fire or lime Under a grey cloud dim dark through green light In all my dreaming before my helpless sight He plunges at me Choking guttering drowning Put in a wagon he had to keep pace As his eyes melt to his face If you could hear blood Gurgling from ruptured lungs If you could witness Vile sores on innocent tongues You would not tell me Not with such pride and such zest The lies of history Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori Some desperate glory Pro patria mori As witness disturbs the story Pro patria mori Stand firm boys breathe the glory National Education Week Honor salute and speak To the corner standing flag Do you remember how the days of school were Indivisible separate worlds Compare contrast These dreams absurd Placid classroom faces Breathe in the features Of a demographics death map trilogy Children read them well Not to bury 3 of 4 sons As the likes of chivalry Not to take 6 of 30 bills To manufacture corpus christi And so you think it can be so serene History's most intolerable famine Has clutched our global tranquility Reaped the lives of children Maladies collaborate With cyclic despair Infanticide clamors to 20 times more In 4th and 5th worlds The poor have always been Beside us Amid us Death has always been As million cease 15 million that's an annual reap Add divide multiply sum 41 thousand! My Mother The War She borders the pavement Flanks avenues Parades pass white glove attended by My mother the war She'll raise a shaft Lift a banner Toss a rose My mother the war She's made every effort To salvage the few Bought fourteen liberty bonds My mother the war Mother the war She knows every neighbor Chats at their doors Compare econosize electric appliances My mother the war Share tea and a seat By my craddle with My mother the war Mother the war Caressing the globe Touch on his isle She wrings hands in pensive waiting My mother the war Haunts her doorway Begs her postman Is there word for My mother the war Momentos of distant vigil Three years each tour "hands of god enfold him" prayed My mother the war Mother the war In bitter defiance She's spiting the corps She's wet a brood short league for combat My mother the war Well aquainted with sorrow Left millions in grief My mother the war Fold Laced Carrion Blood Soaked Robes Mother the war
*** Thanx a lot to Sean who updated this one for me ! ***
Wishing Chair Can't Ignore The Train
Steep is the water tower Painted off blue to match the sky Can't ignore the train Night walks in the valley silent You could swear the earth just moved Can't ignore the train Dust to be kicked up In the crack faced Idle sinister town Screen door to the rail station Devil in her shoe Ran along side the wasted tracks Hem pins darted her calves Can't ignore the train One spoiled girl with the tidiest apology Some how wedged inside her throat Can't ignore the train Patience their virtue But I never could abide by that Dungeon life with electric light A clean towel and a basin Mantle figures mind their place Laughs where they belong Through adventure we are not adventuresome Rage to share with a wardrobe mirror In a room so beige and cold Can't ignore the train Window days saw the children pick their Street games on thirty afternoons Molly the boys are Starting in the rhymic again Teasing more and more.... The second daughter How she fell Young locked in Some Folk's Prison Made to dwell Til they're braiding Her grey hair Sitting in the wishing chair Sitting in the wishing chair Sitting in the wishing chair
Scorpio Rising
Power Dizzy with it stumble Detail A chance for us to quarrel Anger My head is shaken violent If i could calm or restrain you For the sake of pity Save the pistol Save the cynics tongue Save the cool white stare And treat me to an honest face sometime Amaze me now Trust is The greatest human error Empty Used me as a vessel Ruthless You're not known for subtlety If i could calm or restrain you For the sake of pity Save the pistol Save the cynic's tongue Save the cool white stare And treat me to an honest face sometime Amaze me now Artful Well there's quite a skill to torture Half smile Was it all you could deliver Token So hard to be pleasant If you could calm or restrain it For the sake of pity Save the pistol Save the cynic's tongue Save the cool white stare And treat me to an honest face sometime Amaze me now Just As The Tide Was A Flowing
Just As The Tide Was A Flowing On one morning In the month of May When all the birds Were singing I saw a lovely maiden stray Across the fields at break of day She softly sung her roundelay The tide flows in The tide flows out Twice every day returning Her cheeks were red Her eyes were brown Her hair in ringlets hanging down Upon her face to hide the frown Just as the tide was a flowing The tide flows in The tide flows out Twice everyday returning A sailor's wife at home must bide She halted heavily she sighed "he parted from poor me , a bride I'm widowed by the sea" she cried Just as the tide was a flowing The tide flows in The tide flows out Twice every day returning Lilydale
Come as we go far away From the noise of the street Walk a path so narrow To a place where we feel at ease Some think it is haunting To be drawn to the cemetery ground As we There's a stillness here Thankful found Child's pose angelic A stone lamb at her feet Part the matted overgrowth To read the carven elegy Some think it so haunting To be drawn to the cemetery ground As we There's a stillness here Thankful found Born in New Albion Of Rice family elite Wed to Myron Bilowe Thrice with sons Blessed was she Some think it so haunting To be drawn to the cemetery ground As we God's acre is a fenced in Hollow ground Here soon to rise up Amelia tender and sweet Her last words spoke All is well All is peace Some think it so haunting To be drawn to the cemetery ground As we God's acre is a fenced in Hollow ground Back O' The Moon
Jenny Jenny you don't know the nights I hide Below a second story room To whistle you down The man who's let to divvy up Time is a miser He's got a silver coin Only lets it shine for hours While you sleep it away There's one rare and odd style of living Part only known to the everybody Jenny A comical where's the end parade Of the sort people here would think unusual Jenny Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea Far off we sail on to Back O' The Moon Jenny Jenny you don't know the days i've tried Telling backyard tales So to maybe amuse O your mood is never giddy If you smile I'm delighted But you'd rather pout Such a lazy child You dare fold your arms Tisk and say that I lie There's one rare and odd style of thinking Part only known to the everybody Jenny The small step and giant leap takers Got the head start in the race toward it Jenny Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea Far off we sail on to the Back O' The Moon That was a sigh But not meant to envy you When your age was mine Some things were sworn true Morning would come And calendar pages had New printed seasons on Their opposite sides Jenny Jenny you don't know the nights I hide Below a second story room To whistle you down O the man who's let to divvy up Time is a miser He's got a silver coin Lets it shine for hours While you sleep it away There's one rare and odd style of living Part only known to the everybody Jenny Out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys To push their flags into powdered soils and cry No second placers No smart looking geese in bonnets Dance with pigs in high button trousers No milk pail for the farmer's daughter No merry towns of sweet walled houses Here i've found Back O' the Moon Not here I've found Back O' the Moon Maddox Table
The legs of Maddox kitchen tables My whole life twisted on a lathe In a foreman's torrent My first English was "faster boy if you want your pay" Barking commands Loud and simple We could all obey Then I was forever pulling silvers Rubbed the sawdust always Deeper in my eye Varnish vapor that could linger On my skin It held tight The whine of spinning blades Still echoes to bother my sleep at night See that ox Stamped dead center On the letter head of the company mail Four decades a spitting image Of the animal I portrayed At Maddox Table a yoke was carved For my neck Sun through the window oil spattered And in mason jars Tricked plenty seeds thrive The standing joke Around the shop was With my green thumb Anything'd grow My part was to laugh Show and ornery jig had Cut it at the knuckle bone See that ox Trade mark burned Into every stick of furniture From horn to tail Four decades a spitting image Of the animal I portrayed At Maddox Table a yoke was carved For my neck Was tailor made O my Dolly was a weak Not a burdened girl Treat her to a piece of vaudville A Wintergarden moving picture show Bemus Point on July Sundays By trolley we'd go To your benefit we's strike or bargain With the waving fist a union man Not just for Smokes spirits candy and cologne But for Automobile keys Cash in the bank And the deed On a place called home The Colonial Wing
Here is the store house of Her Majesty Well guarded by sentry But looks are free Call this the rayless and benighted age Witches by tallow candles shifted Shifted their shapes Here is the pestle and mortar That ground the poison seed A lute, a suit for jousting And the poems of a balladeer When all the Latin books were copied off In golden script Well hoarded away in A monastery crypt Superstition Superstition beyond belief Over mountain, over dune and over sea Crude map and compass lead the caravan And lead the fleet Here's the loot and plunder They bore home Ivory tusk inlaid with precious stone Raw silk and spices by the barrel load A soft skin drum with mallets Of human bone A world wide rampage Rampage of greed So here the tour concludes The Colonial Wing The rooms of the most refined Museum property An early pair of spectacles A claw footed divan Ornate clocks with birds that strut On the half hours and quarter hours Hear them chime Grey Victory
There was light And atomic fission Swelling wind and Rising ash Tide of black rain Cement seared shadow traces Reminiscent of their Last commands Instantly one thousand Flames arising Ill scent of Burning hides surrounding A settlement Debased entirely Enola Gay had made a casual delivery Please build a future darling With our bomb Cherish and love it For the sake of Earth bound kingdom come The undersides of Fallen metal trusses Evil debris of Human bodies Each window's glass Shards pelted Secure confines Brittle collapse Neighbors lay beside Each other unknowing Faces scorched Of all familiar bearing Too few hands Wounds for closing Marred by thirsting Anguish Fear Lamenting Here we stand At the door to Gold Atomic Age Don't spoil your faces with worry Trust in earth bound kingdom come Among The Americans
Among The Americans Dance to the sun A kiss to the earth Embrace a stone Come the small black book Come the brandy cask One strange disease The well worded paper Signed by the drunken Hands of thieves And suddenly They were told to leave As the snake uncoiled on a road The length was eighty miles Wagons' weary horses Lead the feverish exiles Barefoot in the early snow On a ridge Where they beheld their home Coarse and barren Not the haven Promised by the Father Jaksa Chula Harjo * X3 The Red Sticks first and The Dancing Ghosts were Pierced with arms of fire And the weeping widows Left could not avenge So the Western Star manifest its will Drove them clear into the Pacific O Gone the way of flesh Turned pale and died By your god's decree For he hated me * Cherokee name for Andrew Jackson the 7th president of the U.S.A. Everyone A Puzzle Lover
Why are some men born With minds that earn degrees The loving cups Gilded plaques Grace their study walls Hide the cracks While their genius is turned To works of tyranny then Off to market to market Go selling these With words so fiery and persuasive They steal cunningly Riches no one can exceed And why are some men born With a fate of poverty One firm bed For a swollen back Year by year The bodies wracked while Their obedience is had With gradual defeat By the pace by the pace And the urgency Through a muddled thought They phrase it God knows we're deceived Barter for What they need And where they go Disdain and jeering For fools to call The noble peasantry O how it puzzles me I pressed flat the accordion pleats That had gathered in his cotton sleeves While he thumbed Yes thumbed I wouldn't say caressed The final piece A mountain's crest Soon to reply assuredly O for man aged ninety years No words to waste on sermons He'd be pleased to answer Short and sincere Girl there's a nonsense In all these heaven measures It's a heathen creed So your grandma says But better to live by... Drink it all in before it's dry He ended there with a rattle Cough cough I took away the long gone cold coffee cup As a trail of Camel ashes fell On the floor Cotton Alley
One time You made me cry Be proud that I Remember My chin is sore The bruise is gone But the spot is tender Gave my hand a sister coy To Cotton Alley where You did enjoy Your wicked games You curious boy Tied my laces up together When I fell You laughed Until your belly was sore In the brick laid aisle behind The five and dime store That's how I made you blush But doubt if you Remember Were my tears genuine Or those of a skilled Pretender Nothing precious Plain to see Don't make a fuss over me Not loud Not soft But somewhere in between Say sorry Let it be The word you mean I was a little pest who Never took a hint Could never Take a hint You pinched my fingers In a door Tossed my coloring book in a Rusty barrel Pulled spiders from my hair Fingers in the door My favorite blue blouse Stained on the back Running from a berry war Can you hear me scream In Cotton Alley Scream in Cotton Alley In Cotton Alley Daktari
Like a weasel in the clover Tilt, toss, pop, turn over Sit down Tremble, weave like a moth by flame deceived Sit down Like a weasel in the clover Tilt, toss, pop, turn over Sit down Tremble, weave like a moth by flame deceived Sit down Spill with your words caught Dance in your room Slide like you're buttered up Roll back the tomb Sit down Sit down Sit down When the thunder clouds sound Ants all scatter to high ground Sit down Bolt scuff jilt chase Circle riddle shake in haste Sit down Bolt scuff jilt chase Circle riddle shake in haste Sit down Sit down When the thunder clouds sound Ants all scatter to high ground Sit down Like a weasel in the clover Tilt, toss, pop, turn over Sit down Tremble, weave like a moth by flame deceived Sit down Spill with your words caught Dance in your room Slide like you're buttered up Roll back the tomb Sit down Sit down Sit down When the thunder clouds sound Ants all scatter to high ground Bolt scuff jilt chase Circle riddle shake in haste Sit down Sit down Sit down Like a weasel and Like a weasel and Sit down
My Mother the War
She borders the pavement Flanks avenues The parades pass White glove attended by My mother the war She'll raise a shaft Lift a banner Toss a rose My mother the war She knows every neighbor Chats at their doors Compare Econosize electric appliances Come share tea And a seat by my Cradle with My mother the war Forsaken vigil Three years each tour Hands of God enfold him Prayed mother of the war Haunt a doorway Beg a postman Is there word For mother the war 5 black stars In bitter defiance She's spitting the corps Wet a brood Short league for combat My mother the war Well acquainted With sorrow With grief My mother the war Folded lace Carrion and Blood soaked robes Folded lace Carrion Blood soaked Shroud My mother the war Tension Makes a Tangle
As frail hinges Pivot on a case's door Commemorative Souvenirs from places Containers change With each occasion A cellophane encased Display of paper Certificate To credit years of service A tool of central enterprises The early hope For permanence The words The rings Consistency The social security A miracle is high tragedy Thought mistaken For a memory Clear the dust from Smiles in boxes Pass a patterned wall Recall their voices A local post Will list your friends In order of Disappearance The lawn scattered Tins feed birds A portion baked for Absent guests And the mass edition icon God sent comfort Your salvation But who grants absolution For sins that Never were committed Tension makes a tangle Of each thought Becomes an inconvenience Sound as it never penetrates As servile edges Break and Feint Thought mistaken For a memory A dress length Assassination A fractured family tie Another christening Christening Christening Christening Arbor Day Wide open falsehood The clan destine truths Rival till the end In a series of duels Pardon the drapery language I choose Waltz in Vienna has taught me to use Every tall room a fiction Leather bound treasure books Up to the ceiling Gold spine upon spine The guile and the treason The faith and allegiance Wide open falsehood The clan destine truths Rival till the end In a series of duels Pardon the drapery language I choose The author grew fat to imagine His lead pen careening Gave voice to the scheming An Aryan cabale to dethrone The guile and the treason The faith and allegiance To the empire unknown The baron and his mistress Dine in fine banquet hall As rebel insurgents plot in The attic space crawl Wide open falsehood The clan destine truths Rival till the end In a series of duels Pardon the drapery language I choose His small hand did strive To explain all the Rants and raves of A people enslaved By the cant of the shrewdest Capable men The guile and the treason The faith and allegiance Now lie in my hand The guile and the treason The faith and allegiance Now lie in my hand
In my tribe What's The Matter Here?
That young boy without a name I'd know his face. In this city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every day. Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father, The kid half naked and said to myself "O, what's the matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everbody uses, he's their kid I stay out of it, But who gave you the right to do this? We live on Morgan Street; Just ten feet between and his mother, I never see her, But her screams and cussing, I hear them every day. Threats like: "If you don't mind I will beat on your behind," "Slap you, slap you silly." Made me say, "O, what's the matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's your kid, do as you see fit, But get this through that I don't approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood. "If you don't sit on this chair straight I'll take this belt from around my waist and don't think that I won't use it!" Answer me and take your time, What could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age? If I'm the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see and what I hear. All these cold and rude things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you And instead of love, the feel of warmth you've given him these cuts and sores won't heal with time or age. I want to say "What's the Matter here?" But I don't dare say.
Hey Jack Kerouac
Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother And the tears she cried, she cried for none other Than her little boy lost in our little world that hated And that dared to drag him down. Her little boy courageous Who chose his words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. Hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts, They all spoke through you. Hey Jack, now for the tricky part, When you were the brightest star who were the shadows? Of the San Francisco beat boys you were the favorite. Now they sit and rattle their bones and think of their blood stoned days. You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. The hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts, Nights in Chinatown howling at night. Allen baby, why so jaded? Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded? Billy, what a saint they've made you, Just like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls' Day. You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. Cool junk booting madmen, street minded girls In Harlem howling at night. What a tear stained shock of the world, You've gone away without saying goodbye.
Like The Weather
The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey. Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again. With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my lips as if I might cry. Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe. Lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave. Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. Quiver in my voice as I cry, "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away." I hear the sound of a noon bell chime. Now I'm far behind. You've put in 'bout half a day While here I lie With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my lip as if I might cry, "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?" Do I need someone here to scold me Or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me out of this four poster dull torpor pulling downward. For it is such a long time since my better days. I say my prayers nightly this will pass away. The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds. Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my voice as I cry, "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?" I shiver, quiver, and try to wake.
Cherry Tree
Over your shoulder, please don't mind me if my eyes have fallen onto your magazine For I've been watching and wondering Why your face is changing with every line you read. All those lines and circles, to me, a mystery. Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me. If she would be wonderful, but my pride is in the way. I cannot read to save my life, I'm so ashamed to say. I live in silence, afraid to speak Of my life of darkness because I cannot read. For all those lines and circles, to me, a mystery. Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me. If she could it would be wonderful. Then I wouldn't need someone else's eyes to see what's in front of me. No one guiding me. It makes me humble to be so green At what every kid can do when he learns A to Z, But all those lines and circles just frighten me And I fear that I'll be trampled if you don't reach for me. Before I run I'll have to take a fall. And then pick myself up, so slowly I'll devour every one of those books in the Tower of Knowledge.
The Painted Desert
The Painted Desert can wait till summer. We've played this game of just imagine long enough. Wait till summer? When I'm sure the rains have ended, the blooms have gone, Everyone killed by the morning frost. Is a cactus blooming there in every roadside stand where the big deal is cowboy gear won in Japan? The Painted Desert can wait till summer. We've played this game of just imagine long enough. Wait till summer? When I'm sure the rains have ended and the blooms have gone, Everyone killed by the morning frost. Is a cactus blooming there upon the Northern rim Or in the ruins of the Hopi mesa dens? You met a new friend in the Canyon, or so you wrote. On a blanket in the cooling sand you and your friend agreed that The stars were so many there they seemed to overlap. The Painted Desert can wait till summer. We've played this game of just imagine long enough. Wait till summer? When I am sure the rain has ended, the blooms have gone, Everyone killed by the morning frost. Was a cactus blooming there as you watched the Native boy? In Flagstaff trailer court, you wrote the line: "He kicked a tumbleweed and his mother called him home where the Arizona moon met the Arizona sun." I wanted to be there by May at the latest time. Isn't that the plan we had or have you changed your mind? I haven't read a word from you since Phoenix or Tucson. April is over will you tell me how long before I can be there?
Don't Talk
Don't talk, I will listen. Don't talk, you keep your distance For I'd rather hear some truth tonight than entertain your lies, So take you poison silently. Let me be. Let me close my eyes. Don't talk, I'll believe it. Don't talk, listen to me instead, I know that if you think of it, both long enough and hard The drink you drown your troubles in is the trouble you're in now. Talk talk talk about it, if you talk as if you care But when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air, Tossing back more than your share. Don't talk, I can guess it. Don't talk, well now your restless And you need somewhere to put the blame for how you feel inside. You'll look for a close and easy mark and you'll see me as fair game. Talk talk talk about it, talk as if you care But when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air Tossing back more than your share. You talk talk talk about it, you talk as if you care. I'm marking every word and can tell this time for sure, Your talk is the finest I have heard. So don't talk, let me go on dreaming. How your eyes they glow so fiercely I can tell your inspired By the name you chose for me. Now what was it? O, never mind it. We will talk talk talk about this when your head is clear. I'll discuss this in the morning, but until then you may talk but I won't hear.
Peace Train ( Cat Stevens ) Now I've been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come And I believe it could be, something good has begun Oh I've been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one And I believe it could be, some day it's going to come Cos out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again Now I've been smiling lately, thinking about the good things to come And I believe it could be, something good has begun Oh peace train sounding louder Glide on the peace train oh ah ee ah oh ah Come on now peace train Yes, peace train holy roller Everyone jump on the peace train oh ah ee ah oh ah Come on now peace train Get your bags together, go bring your good friends too Cos it's getting nearer, it soon will be with you Now come and join the living, it's not so far from you And it's getting nearer, soon it will all be true Oh peace train sounding louder Glide on the peace train oh ah ee ah oh ah Come on now peace train, peace train Now I've been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is Why must we go on hating, why can't we live in bliss Cos out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again Oh peace train sounding louder Glide on the peace train oh ah ee ah oh ah Come on now the peace train Yes peace train holy roller Everyone jump on the peace train oh ah ee ah oh ah Come on, come on, come on Yes come on peace train Yes it's the peace train Oh ah ee ah oh ah Come on now peace train Oh peace train
Gun Shy
I always knew that you would take yourself far from home As soon as, as far as you could go. By the 1/4 inch cut of your hair and the Army issue green, For the past eight weeks I can tell where you've been. For I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me There was soldier's blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me You won't meet it with your gun. So now you are one of the brave few, it's awful sad we need boys like you. I hope the day never comes for "Here's your live round son. Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here's your gun." Well I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me There was soldiers blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me You won't meet it with your gun taking aim. For I don't mean to argue, they've made a decent boy of you And I don't mean to spoil your home coming, But baby brother you should expect me to. "Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here's your gun." So now does your heart pitter pat with a patriotic song When you see the stripes of Old Glory waving? Well I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me There was soldier's blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me you won't meet it with your gun taking aim. I don't mean to argue, they've made a decent boy of you And I don't mean to spoil your homecoming my baby brother Jude And I don't mean to hurt you by saying this again, they're so good at making soldiers but they're not so good at making men.
My Sister Rose
Big plans are being made for my sisters wedding day. We'll have a ball at the Sons of Roma Hall. Family, friends come one and all. First the best man makes a toast to Rocky and my sister Rose, "A life of years free of tears. Bottoms up and lots of luck!" Polka, tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo Rose and Rock alone. Frankie Rizzo and his Combo play on. Single girls all hear the call from a crowd at the back wall And when the bouquet flies each one tries to be the best catch and next years bride. Uncle Sam and Uncle Joe take their places in the row. They're standing by side to side for dollar dances with the bride. Polka, tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo, Rose and Rock alone. "He's a banker, she'll be well off now." Sister Rose take your mother's place. Trade your home and your maiden name. For a list of vows and a veil of lace made a wife of you today. Now they cut the five tier cake, "That Colucci, he can bake." A frosted tower of sugar and flour for the couple of the hour. Polka, tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo Rose and Rock alone. She was born to wear that gown. Sister Rose take your mother's place. Trade your home and your maiden name. For a list of vows and a veil of lace made a wife of you today, But you're my sister Rose the same.
A Campfire Song
A lie to say, "o, my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig 500 men with axes and they all dig for me" A lie to say, "o, my river where many fish do swim Half of the catch is mine when you haul your nets in" never will he believe That his greed is a blinding ray No devil or redeemer will cheat him He'll take his gold to where he's lying cold A lie to say, "o, my mine gave a diamond as big as a fist" But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missed A lie to say, "o, my garden is growing taller by the day" He only eats the best and tosses the rest away Never will he be believe that his greed is a blinding ray No devil or redeemer can cheat him He'll take his gold to where he's lying cold Six deep in the grave Something is out of reach Something he wanted Something is out of reach He's being taunted Something is out of reach That he can' beg or steal nor can he buy His oldest pain And fear in life There'll not be time His oldest pain And fear in life There'll not be time A lie to say "o, my forest has trees that block the sun And when i cut them down i don't answer to anyone" No, no, never will he believe that his greed is a blinding ray No devil or redeemer can cheat him He'll take his gold where he's lying cold Six deep in the grave
City Of Angels
Heaven, is this heaven where we are? See them walking, if you dare, if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and drag themselves along the streets of heaven. Where is the blessed table to feed all who hunger on earth, Welcomed and seated each one joyfully served? See them walking, if you dare, if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and drag themselves along the streets of heaven. Where is the halo that should glow 'round your face, And where are the wings that should grow from your shoulder blades? Show them to me. These are sobering sights I've seen in the City of Angels Have all been one rude awakening that was dues to me in heaven. There would have been heavenly music I was convinced before. A host of the dearly to meet me with Hosannas sung at the door, But these are sobering sights I've seen in the City of Angels Have all been one rude awakening that was dues to me in heaven. In this city of fallen angels.
Verdi Cries
The man in 119 takes his tea all alone. Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call. I fill the bath and climb inside, singing. He will not touch their pastry But every day they bring him more. Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away And then go and eat them on the shore. I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand, Sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate Then wash my hand in the sea. With just three days more I'd have just about learned the entire score to Aida. Holidays must end as you know. All is memory taken home with me: The opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago.
Blind man's zoo Eat For Two
O, Baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of baby blue. Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed. Now I know lightning strikes again. It struck me once, then struck me dead. My folly grows inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf. All the good king's men with all their help struggled 'til the end for a shell they couldn't mend. You know where this will lead, to hush and rock in the nursery for the kicking one inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. When the boy was a boy, the girl was a girl, they found each other in a wicked world. Strong in some respects, but she couldn't stand for the way he begged and gave in. Pride is for men; young girls should run and hide instead. Risk the game by taking dares with "yes". Eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Walk for two? I'm stumbling. Breathe for two? I can't breathe. Five months , how it grows. Five months now, I begin to show.
Please Forgive Us
"Mercy, mercy," why didn't we hear it? "Mercy, mercy," why did we read it buried on the last page of our morning papers? The plan was drafted, drafted in secret. Gunboats met the red tide, driven to the rum trade for the army that they created. But the bullets were bought by us, it was dollars that paid them. Please forgive us, we don't know what was done in our name. There'll be more trials like this in mercenary heydays. When they're so apt to wrap themselves up in the stripes and stars and find that they are able to call themselves heroes and to justify murder by their fighters for freedom. Please forgive us, we don't know what was done. Please forgive us, we didn't know. Could you ever forgive us? I don't know how you could. I know this is no consolation. Please forgive us, we didn't know. Could you ever believe that we didn't know? Please forgive us, we didn't know. I wouldn't blame you if you never could, and you never will.
The Big Parade
Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East. Lone young man takes a seat. And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mother's mail from a city boy in a jungle town postmarked Saigon. He'll go live his mother's dream, join the slowest parade he'll ever see. Her weight of sorrows carried long and carried far. "Take these, Tommy, to The Wall." Metro line to the Mall site with a tour of Japanese. He's wandering and lost until a vet in worn fatigues takes him down to where they belong. Near a soldier, an ex-Marine with a tattooed dagger and eagle trembling, he bites his lip beside a widow breaking down. She takes her Purple Heart, makes a fist, strikes The Wall. All come to live a dream, to join the slowest parade they'll ever see. Their weight of sorrows carried long and carried far, taken to The Wall. It's 40 paces to the year that he was slain. His hand's slipping down The Wall for it's slick with rain. How would life have ever been the same if this wall had carved in it one less name? But for Christ's sake, he's been dead over 20 years. He leaves the letters asking, "Who caused my mother's tears, was it Washington or the Viet Cong?" Slow deliberate steps are involved. He takes them away from the black granite wall toward the other monuments so white and clean. O, Potomac, what you've seen. Abraham had his war too, but an honest war. Or so it's taught in school.
Trouble Me
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries. Trouble me on the days when you feel spent. Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong? Trouble me. Speak to me, don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling; there's no telling where it starts or how it ends. Speak to me, why are you building this thick brick wall to defend me when your silence is my greatest fear? Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong? Speak to me. Let me have a look inside these eyes while I'm learning. Please don't hide them just because of tears. Let me send you off to sleep with a "There, there, now stop your turning and tossing." Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal. Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling. Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries. Speak to me and let our words build a shelter from the storm. Lastly, let me know what I can mend. There's more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see. Trust is what I'm offering if you trouble me.
You Happy Puppet
How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string? How did you learn everything that comes along with slavish funnery? Tell me something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head? How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string? How do you manage to live inside this tiny stage you can't leave? Tell me something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head? A dullard strung on the wire. When the master's gone you hang there with your eyes and your limbs so lifeless. How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string? How do you manage to speak, your mouth a frozen grin? A dullard strung on the wire. When the master's gone you hang there with your eyes and your limbs so lifeless. Tell me something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your empty wooden head? Your hollow head, your marble eyes, your wooden hands and your metal jaw pins All wait in limbo for the man who knows how to move you this way.
Headstrong
To your common sense firm arguments I won't listen to your voice of reason trying to change my mind. I mind my feelings and not your words. Didn't you notice I'm so headstrong even when I know I'm wrong? Take this to your heart and into your head now: Before you waste your time, call a truce and call a draw. What's the use in mapping your views out in orderly form When it does nothing but confuse and anger me more? I mind my feelings and not your words. Didn't you notice I'm so headstrong. You're talking to a deaf stone wall. Take this to your heart and into your head now: The old wives' tale is true, I'll repeat it. All is fair in love and war, that's how the famous saying goes. Open up your eyes, see me for what I am: Cast in iron, I won't break and I won't bend. Take this to your heart and into your head now: the old wives' tale is true, I'll repeat it. All is fair in love and war, that's how the famous saying goes. If I told you we were out to sea in a bottomless boat, You'd try anything to save us, you'd try anything to keep us afloat. And if we were living in a house afire, I don't believe that you could rush out and escape it and not rescue me. Take this to your heart and into your head now: The old wives' tale is true, I'll repeat it. All is fair in love and war, that's how the famous saying goes. Listen, I think they were talking to you.
Poison In The Well
Tell me what's gone wrong. I tilt my head there Under the faucet But when I turn it on -- dry as paper. Call the neighbors. Who's to blame for what's going on? In the dark without a clue I'm just the same as you. O, they tell us there's poison in the well, That someone's been a bit untidy and there's been a small spill. Not a lot, no, just a drop. But there you are mistaken, you know you are. I wonder just how long they knew our well was poisoned but they let us just drink on. O, they tell us there's poison in the well, That someone's been a bit untidy and there's been a small spill. All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea. Someone's been a bit untidy, they'll have it cleaned up in a week. But the week is over and now it's grown into years since I was told that I should be calm, there's nothing to fear here. But I drank that water for years, my wife and my children. Tell me, where to now, if your fight for a bearable life can be fought and lost in you backyard? O, don't tell us there's poison in the well, That someone's been a bit untidy, that there's been a small spill. All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea. Someone's been a bit untidy, they'll have it cleaned up in a week.
Dust Bowl
I should know to leave them home. They follow me through the store with these toys I can't afford. "Kids, take them back, you know better than that." Dolls that talk, astronauts, T.V. games, airplanes, they don't understand and how can I explain? I try and try but I can't save. Pennies, nickels, dollars slip away. I've tried and tried but I can't save. My youngest girl has bad fever, sure. All night with alcohol to cool and rub her down. Ruby, I'm tired, try and get some sleep. I'm adding doctor's fees to remedies with the cost of three day's work lost. I try and try but I can't save. Pennies, nickels, dollars slip away. I've tried and tried but I can't save. The hole in my pocketbook is growing. There's a new wind blowing they say, it's gonna be a cold, cold one. So brace yourselves my darlings, it won't bring anything much our way but more dust bowl days. I played a card in this weeks game. Took the first and the last letters in three of their names. This lottery's been building up for weeks. I could be lucky me with the five million prize, tears of disbelief spilling out of my eyes. I try and try but I can't save. Pennies, nickels, dollars slip away. I've tried and tried but I can't save. The hole in my pocketbook is growing. There's a new wind blowing they say, it's gonna be a cold, cold one. So brace yourselves my darlings, it won't bring anything much our way but more dust bowl days.
The Lion's Share
Can I be unhappy? Look at what I see: a beast in furs and crowned in luxury. He's a wealthy man in the poorest land, a self-appointed king, and there's no complaining while he's reigning. The lambs are bare of fleece and cold; the lion has stolen that, I'm told. There must be some creature mighty as you are. The lambs go hungry (not fair), the biggest portion is the lion's share. There must be some creature mighty as you are. Can I be unhappy? Listen and agree, no words can shame him or tame him. The lambs are bare of fleece and cold; the lion has stolen that, I'm told. There must be some creature mighty as you are. The lambs go hungry (not fair), the biggest portion is the lion's share. There must be some creature mighty as you are, as you are. Razor claws in velvet paws, you dunce in your guarded home, 'til a stronger beast will call on you and pounce upon your throne. Do we pay? Dearly, for the lion takes so greedily and he knows that what he's taken, it is ours. That's how the wealth's divided among the lambs and king of the beasts, it is so one-sided. Until the lamb is king of the beasts we live so one-sided.
Hateful Hate
In the dark night a giant slumbered untouched for centuries 'Til awakened by a white man's cry: "This is the Eden I was to find." There were lands to be charted and to be claimed for a crown, When a hero was made by the length he could stay in this dangerous land of hateful hate. Curiosity filled the heads of these, there was an upper room they had to see. Curiosity killed the best of these for a hero's hometown welcoming. Still they moved on and on. Who came building missions? Unswerving men of the cloth who gave their lives in numbers untold so that black sheep entered the fold. Captured like human livestock, destined for slavery. Naked, walked to the shore where great ships moored for the hellbound journies. Bought and sold with a hateful hate. Curiosity filled the breasts of these with some strange ecstasy. Curiosity killed the best of these by robbing their lives of dignity. Still they moved on and on. Calling men of adventure for a jungle bush safari. Come conquer the, his claws and teeth. See death in his eyes to know you're alive. European homesteads grew up in the colonies with civilized plans for wild hinterlands, their guns and God willing. Such a hateful hate. Curiosity spilled the blood of these for their spotted skins and ivory. Curiosity filled the heads of these madmen with the lies of destiny. Curiosity spilled the blood of these, then blotted their lives from history. Curiosity filled the heads of these, one man claimed all that he could see. Curiosity still entices these madmen with a lusting and a greed Their legacy, legacy, legacy...
Jubilee
He fills the flower vases, trims the candle bases, takes small change from the poor box. Tyler has the key. He takes nail and hammer to tack up the banner of felt scraps glued together reading, "Jesus Lives In Me." Alone in the night he mocks the words of the preacher: "God is feeling your every pain." Repair the Christmas stable, restore the plaster angel. Her lips begin to crumble and her robes begin to peel. For Bible study in the church basement, hear children Gospel citing, Matthew 17:15. Alone in the night he mocks the arms of the preacher raised to the ceiling, "Tell God your pain." To him the world's defiled. In Lot he sees a likeness there; he swears this Sodom will burn down. Near Sacred Blood there's a dance hall where Tyler Glen saw a black girl and a white boy kissing shamelessly. Black hands on white shoulders, white hands on black shoulders, dancing, and you know what's more. He's God's mad disciple, a righteous title, for the Word he heard he so misunderstood. Though simple minded, a crippled man, to know this man is to fear this man, to shake when he comes. Wasn't it God that let Puritans in Salem do what they did to the unfaithful? Boys at the Jubilee slowly sink into brown bag whiskey drinking and reeling on their feet. Girls at the Jubilee in low-cut dresses yield to the caresses and the man-handling. Black hands on white shoulders, white hands on black shoulders, dancing, and you know what's more. Through the tall blades of grass he heads for the Jubilee with a bucket in his right hand full of rags soaked in gasoline. He lifts the shingles in the dark and slips the rags there underneath. He strikes a matchstick on the box side and watches the rags ignite. He climbs the bell tower of the Sacred Blood to watch the flames rising higher toward the trees. Sirens wailing now toward the scene. -- Matthew 17:15 -- -- Lord have mercy on my son -- for he is a lunatic, and -- sore vexed: for oftimes he -- falleth into the fire and -- oftimes into the water
Hope chest
Planned Obsolescence
Science is truth for life Watch religion fall obsolete Science Will be truth for life Technology as nature Science Truth for life In fortran tongue the Answer With wealth and prominence Man so near perfection Possession It's an absence of interim Secure no demurer Defense against divine Defense against his true Image Human conflict number five Discovery Dissolved all illusion Mystery Destroyed with conclusion And illusion never restored Any modern man can see That religion is Obsolete Piety Obsolete Ritual Obsolete Martyrdom Obsolete Prophetic vision Obsolete Mysticism Obsolete Commitment Obsolete Sacrament Obsolete Revelation Obsolete
The Latin One
Bent double like old beggars in sacks Knockkneed and cursing or coughing like hags Men marched on sleeping some without boots Fatigue drunken deaf still to the hoots Of breaking gas shells Dropping softly behind But limped on bloodshod All went lame all went blind Gas quick boys fumbling helmets in time Someone still screaming a man in fire or lime Under a grey cloud dim dark through green light In all my dreaming before my helpless sight He plunges at me Choking guttering drowning Put in a wagon he had to keep pace As his eyes melt to his face If you could hear blood Gurgling from ruptured lungs If you could witness Vile sores on innocent tongues You would not tell me Not with such pride and such zest The lies of history Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori Some desperate glory Pro patria mori As witness disturbs the story Pro patria mori Stand firm boys breathe the glory
Katrina's Fair
Greta's cedar hope chest Is full of pamphlets Glass shelves of romantic vignettes A journal laced with sedimentary prose Norma gathers and collects vintage photoplays Hair combs valentines Lillian allows the animals to scratch Leather crack Mail collect in the box coatings peel Agnes veiled cathedral dweller Smiles with benevolent pain It's Katrina's fair Tuesday morning As she with caution unlatches the flat door She alone cascades to the basement Careful not to spoil her Calico printed pinafore Composite traits mannerists All others dissipate Margauritte vigilant dwells upon frigid casements Sarah's thoughts in the velocity Accusations always pierce and pass Clara abandons her passions for distastes Miss Lenora P. Sinclair Early for coffee in the pool "I'm resituating all your words" Capital Space Colon Paragraph Sylvia keeps beasts in jars labeled Kingdom phylum class order family genus species
Poor De Chiciro
Oh my dear friend My dear friend Giorgio How has this time Breton Discouraged your liaison with the Eye styled metaphysical Incongruous scenarios Dauntly jaunt about through nostalgic despair Within childlike renderings Of a nightmarish recall "All my images Fragments I've shored upon my ruins Pictor classicus sum I am pure" Step solemn with the Air of reluctant manes As rod and hoop shadow children Scatter through a henna arcade Figures indentured to a windless landscape Enduring silence and flame Da Da da No loyalty to the nonsensical Scorned their nihilist pageantry
Grey Victory
There was light and atomic fission Swelling wind Rising ash Tide of Black Rain Cement seared shadow traces Reminiscent of their last commands Instantly one thousand flames arising Ill scent the burning hides surrounding A settlement debased entirely Enola Gay had made a casual delivery Please build a future, darling With our bomb Cherish and love it For the sake of Earth bound kingdom come The undersides of fallen metal trusses Evil debris of human bodies Each window's glass shards pelted Secure confines Brittle collapse Neighbors lay beside Each other unknowing Faces scorched of all familiar bearing, Too few hands Many wounds for closing Marred by Thirsting Anguish Fear lamenting Here we stand At the door to gold atomic age Don't spoil your face with worry Trust in Earth bound kingdom come
National Education Week
Honor salute and speak To the corner standing flag Do you remember how the days of school were Indivisible separate worlds Compare contrast These dreams absurd Placid classroom faces Breathe in the features Of a demographics death map trilogy Children read them well Not to bury 3 of 4 sons As the likes of chivalry Not to take 6 of 30 bills To manufacture Corpus Christi And so you think it can be so serene History's most intolerable famine Has clutched our global tranquility Reaped the lives of children Maladies collaborate With cyclic despair Infanticide clamors to 20 times more In 4th and 5th Worlds The poor have always been Beside us Amid us Death has always been As million cease 15 million that's an annual reap Add divide multiply sum 41 thousand!
Death Of Manolete
There were women holding rosaries On the day Manolete died Teenage girls in soft white dresses Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys held in their hands The fragments of a shattered idol The old men with their traditions challenged Refrained from tears Neck neck hook Poles of wood The Picadores stood eyes ablaze To view brutal contest In the vale of years Courage unfailing Agility exhausted Youth entered challenge Reached for title shelved Patrons in attendance To disarm a common myth Homage played to the victor of immortality Cloaked in bold tones In the stockyard the beasts Did climb their barriers Bid by a frenzied ring Bred for one purpose only To die in man's sport Dash against his spindle An instant fell to wounding On the day Swords penetrating On the day Torches igniting On the day Flower wreaths encircling The day On the day
Orange
Lineage closed Dissolved In its birth Tragedy Prelude a balance Is a synergy Of reason Malicious hope As techno atrocities Lapse their effects Associate these ends Their clarity Demands your revenge Please compensate Not Deny Jungle Revenge Infanticide Crosses Very thin walls Latent casualties Arrive From fatal initiation No longer recessive Genetic aliens abandoned Plain deceit IN the mirage of A just one time cause We'd all changed The clocks No ladies auxiliary to kiss Their blistered cheeks Gone
Tension
Frail hinges pivot On a case's door Commemorative Souvenirs from places Containers change with occasion Cellophane encased Displaying paper Certificate Credit years of service A tool of central enterprises The early hope For permanence The words the rings Consistency And Social security The miracles high tragedy A thought mistaken for a memory Dress lengths assassinations Fractured family ties and christenings Local posts will list your friends In order of disappearance Lawn scattered tins feed birds The portion baked For absent guests The mass edition icon God sent comfort Your salvation But who grants absolution For sins that never were committed Tension makes a tangle Of each thought becomes Inconvenience Sound never penetrates The servile edges break and faint A thought mistaken for a memory Clear the dust From smiles in boxes Pass the patterned wall Recall their voices
Anthem For Doomed Youth
For whom do the bells toll When sentenced to die The stuttering rifles Will stifle the cry The monstrous anger The fear's rapid rattle A desert inferno Kids dying like cattle Don't tell me We're not prepared I've seen today's marine He's eighteen and he's eager He can be quite mean No mock'ries for them No prayers or bells The demented choirs The wailing of shells The boys holding candles On untraveled roads The fear spreads like fire As shrapnel explodes I think it's wrong To conscript our youth Against their will When plenty of our citizenry Really like to kill What sign posts will lead To armageddon's fires What bugles will call them From crowded grey shires The women sit quiet With death on their minds A slow dusk descending The drawing of blinds Make the hunters all line up It's their idea of fun And let those be forgiven Who never owned a gun Was it him or me Or the wailing of the dead The laughing soldiers Cast their lots And you can cut the dread
Daktari
Groove Dub
Imitate that soured old song There is no individuality Only guises Shades of Nonconformity There is no individuality Selling vantage points Low rate There is no individuality Questions ancient No words claimed Perform motions borrowed Thoughts following Ima tima ima tima intima Dation Respected Head-he-go-round-men Gesture display Customer Limits appeal Media dictates the latest Role Totalitarian Motions borrowed Selling vantage points Low rate For you Media begged Suffered Numbers Pain
Pit Viper
In the cruel garrison of affection If worth of lore is true You know the face of a temptress Pit viper A witch or enchantress Pit viper With the malign venom of conceit She tries Civil men Conceal fear Misgivings When night entreats them A greater chill sustains Stains her Darkness Shall not inhibit death blow Know this skin does not restrict her Tear and shed the coil Fall of garland leaves Below the soil
My Mother The War
She borders the pavement Flanks avenues Parades pass white glove attended by My mother the war She'll raise a shaft Lift a banner Toss a rose My mother the war She's made every effort To salvage the few Bought fourteen liberty bonds My mother the war Mother the war She knows every neighbor Chats at their doors Compare econosize electric appliances My mother the war Share tea and a seat By my craddle with My mother the war Mother the war Caressing the globe Touch on his isle She wrings hands in pensive waiting My mother the war Haunts her doorway Begs her postman Is there word for My mother the war Momentos of distant vigil Three years each tour "Hands of god enfold him" prayed My mother the war Mother the war In bitter defiance She's spiting the corps She's wet a brood short league for combat My mother the war Well aquainted with sorrow Left millions in grief My mother the war Fold Laced Carrion Blood Soaked Robes Mother the war
Our time in Eden Noah's Dove
You won a prize for that, for telling lies like that so well that I believed it. I never felt cheated. You were the chosen one, the pure eyes of Noah's dove. Choir boys and angles stole your lips and your halo. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, you only have time and your love of danger--to it your no stranger. In that August breeze of those forgotten trees, your time was set for leaving, come a colder season. In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for a chance to seize some final breath of freedom. Very, so very wise. Don't reveal it. I'm tired, tired of knowing where it is you're going. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, you only have time and your love of danger--to it you're no stranger. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for a chance to seize some final breath of freedom.
These Are The Days
These are the days you'll remember. Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this. And as you feel it, you'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky. It's true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you. These are the days you'll remember. When May is rushing over you with desire to be part of the miracles you see in every hour. You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky. It's true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you. These are days. These are the days you might fill with laughter until you break. These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way across your face. And when you do you'll know how it was meant to be. See the signs and know their meaning. It's true, you'll know how it was meant to be. Hear the signs and know they're speaking to you, to you.
Eden
We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorns among our leaves. To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed. What is the reason for having roses when your blood is shed carelessly? It must be for something more than vanity. Believe me, the truth is we're not honest, not the people that we dream. We're not as close as we could be. Willing to grow but rains are shallow. Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land, we will be. Waiting for the light arisen to flood inside the prison. And in that time kind words alone will teach us, no bitterness will reach us. Reason will be guided another way. All in time, but the clock is another demon that devours our time in Eden, in our Paradise. Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowers all divine? Is there still time? If we wake and discover in life a precious love, will that waking become more heavenly?
Few And Far Between
Times are far between, and few I bet, when we can look upon our lives without regret. Of all the things I have done, you think I'm proud of everyone without exception? 'Till you make your peace with yesterday, you'll never build a future. I swear by what I say. Whatever penance you do, decide what it's worth to you and then respect it. However long it will take to weather your mistakes, why not accept it? My hands, for now, are tied. I'm a body frozen. I'm a will that's paralyzed. When will you ever set aside your pain and misery? No matter how I beg, no matter how I wish or plead, you'll never be more than alive. You'll never do more than survive until you expect it. Do you want to build a world with our lives? You better soon decide or you can forget it. My hands, for now, are tied. I'm a body frozen. I'm a will that's paralyzed. 'Till you drop that heavy baggage you're dragging behind, there won't be room for us to both go this ride.
Stockton Gala Days
That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy. Wild apple blossoms everywhere. Emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me. There was no girl as warm as you. How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need, you'll never, you'll never know. The summer fields grow high. We made garland crowns in hiding, pulled stems of flowers from my hair. Blue in the stream like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me. There was no girl as bold as you. How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need, you'll never, you'll never know. You'll never know. Violet serene like none I have set apart from dreams that escape me. There was no girl as warm as you. How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need. You'll never, you'll never know. You'll never know. That summer fields grow high. We had wildflower fever. We had to lay down where they grow. How I've learned to hide, how I've locked inside, you'd be surprised if shown. But you'll never, you'll never know.
Gold Rush Brides
Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads. Pass the lone church spire. Pass the talking wire from where to who knows? There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the wild western plains. Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming over spaces. The land was free and the price was right. Dakota on the wall is a white-robed woman, broad yet maidenly. Such power in her hand as she hails the wagon man's family. I see Indians that crawl through this mural that recalls our history. Who were the homestead wives? Who were the gold rush brides? Does anybody know? Do their works survive their yellow fever lives in the pages they wrote? The land was free, yet it cost their lives. In miner's lust for gold. A family's house was bought and sold, piece by piece. A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name, so painfully. In letters mailed back home her Eastern sisters they would moan as they would read accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief.
Jezebel
To think of my task is chilling. To know I was carefully building the mask I was wearing for two years, swearing I'd tear it off. I've sat in the dark explaining to myself that I'm straining too hard for feelings I ought to find easily. Called myself Jezebel. I don't believe. Before I say that the vows we made weigh like a stone in my heart. Family is family, don't let this tear us apart. You lie there, an innocent baby. I feel like the thief who is raiding your home, entering and breaking and taking in every room. I know your feelings are tender and that inside you the embers still glow. But I'm a shadow, I'm only a bed of blackened coal. Call myself Jezebel for wanting to leave. I'm not saying I'm replacing love for some other word to describe the sacred tie that bound me to you. I'm just saying we've mistaken one for thousands of words. And for that mistake, I've caused you such pain that I damn that word. I've no more ways to hide that I'm a desolate and empty, hollow place inside. I'm not saying I'm replacing love for some other word to describe the sacred tie that bound me to you. I'm not saying love's a plaything. No, it's a powerful word, inspired by strong desire to bind myself to you. How I wish that we never had tried to be man and his wife, to weave our lives into a blindfold over both our eyes.
How You've Grown
"My, how you've grown." I remember that phrase from my childhood days too. "Just wait and see." I remember those words and how they chided me, when patient was the hardest thing to be. Because we can't make up for the time that we've lost, I must let these memories provide. No little girl can stop her world to wait for me. I should have known. At your age, in a string of days the year is gone. But in that space of time, it takes so long. Because we can't make up for the time that we've lost, I must let those memories provide. No little girl can stop her world to wait for me. Every time we say goodbye you're frozen in my mind as the child that you never will be, you never will be again. I'll never be more to you than a stranger could be. Every time we say goodbye you're frozen in my mind as a child that you never will be, will be again.
Candy Everybody Wants
If lust and hate is the candy, if blood and love tastes so sweet, then we give 'em what they want. Hey, hey, give 'em what they want. So their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on, so their minds are soft and lazy. Well, hey, give 'em what they want. If lust and hate is the candy, if blood and love tastes so sweet, then we give 'em what they want. So their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on, so their minds are soft and lazy. Well... who do you wanna blame? Hey, hey, give 'em what they want. If lust and hate is the candy, if blood and love tastes so sweet, then we give 'em what they want. So their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on, so their minds are soft and lazy. Well... who do you wanna blame?
Tolerance
The still and silence is torn with violence. A loud breaking sound in the night is made. Hear it grow, hear it fade. The sound you're hearing, the sound you're fearing is the hate that parades up and down our streets, coming within bounds and within reach. Now, inside the place we hide away, we hear it near and hope it turns away. Turn away... There's something seething in the air we're breathing. We learn slash and burn is the method to use. Set a flame, burn it new. We're overpowered. We kneel, we cower, we cover our heads. Feel the threat of blows that will come and the damage that will be done in its wake. Now, inside this place we hide away, we hear it near although it's miles away. We hear it near and hope it turns away. Turn away... This house divided, we live inside it. Hate's dwelling place is behind our door in fitful nights. Hear it walk the floor and hear it rave as it moans and drags along its ball and chain, as it moves through this house it can't escape. Now inside this place we hide away. We hear it near and hope it turns away. Turn away....
Circle Dream
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet. A volume, a sphere that was the earth, that was the moon, that did revolve around my room. I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle was a maze, a terrible spiral to be lost in. Blind in my fear, I was escaping just by feel. But at every turn my way was sealed. I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle was a face. Her eyes looked upon me with fondness. Her warmth coming near, calling me "sweetness," calling me "dear." But I whispered, "no, I can't rest here." I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
If You Intend
If you intend to live again, then open your eyes and don't pretend you're feeling there's nothing worth believing. God, if you persist you'll die like this, and wither in the midst of your first season, cut down with no reason. How can you be so near and not see everything? If you intend to live again, then take the outstreched hand of the one that needs you. It's been so long, we've missed you. Why do you intend to speed your end? Lie in the dark and let your limbs grow weaker, sinking low then deeper. How can you be so near and not see everything? Feel what might be. See what I see. Again and again and again and again say you don't. You say you don't, but you will. How can you be so near and not see?
I'm Not The Man
It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be. Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe. His eyes have gone away, escaping over time. He rules a crowded nation inside his mind. He knows that night like his hand. He knows every move he made. Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card won't fade. 10:05 his truck pulled home. 10:05 he climbed his stair, about the time he was accused of being there. But I'm not the man. He goes free as I wait on the row for the man to test the rope he'll slip around my throat... and silence me. On the day he was tried no witnesses testified. Nothing but evidence, not hard to falsify. His own confession was a prosecutor's prize, made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies. But I'm not the man. He goes free as the candle vigil glows, as they burn my clothes. As the crowd cries, "Hang him slow!" and I feel my blood go cold, he goes free. Call out the KKK, they're wild after me. And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal, they'd love to serve me up my final meal. Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal? Who struck this devil's deal?
Love among the ruins Rainy day On bended knee I've looked through every window then. Touched the bottom, the night a sleepless day instead; A day when love came, came easy like what's lost now found. Beneath a blinding light that would surround. We were without, in doubt, (and now) we were about saving for a rainy day. I crashed through mirrors, I crashed through floors of laughter then. In a blind scene, no ties would moor us to this room. A day when love came, came easy like what's lost now found. And you would save me, and I held you like you were my child. If I were you, defiant you, alone upon a troubled way. I would send my heart to you to save it for a rainy day. Love among the ruins The sky was falling, heaven was calling. When danger crashes, rose from the ashes. Like two statues hidden inside ancient rock, We were praying for the secrets to unlock. And when the sun had turned its back on us, In the dark our love kept track of us, Pushed together by the lack of love. We held each other tightly through our hell of dreams. I still hear the never-ending echo of those screams. But it's a life not made for reliving, Its a life that makes your soul forgiving. We sealed our bond from the beginning. Aching, affection, vulnerable protection; Falling, captured, crawling, rapture. Even with my eyes closed Even with my eyes closed Funny how I know it's harder, it's harder now. Young girl in my young girl days, thinking I could live for always. But like an ocean tide I'm drawn back inside and I know. Seasons pass like sand inside a glass and nothing, nothing returns. Standing with the friends I've made, I'll race them to the grave. Well who won, won the extra days? When you take away the years toll on the waters wide, shallow high and low. In the autumn sky, happy to know I'm going home. Even with my eyes closed, funny how I know it s finally, has it finally begun? Girl on a train Waking on a train dreaming, charmed alone they started speaking. Captured in his artist way before the memories fade away. To remember a face, and you're home or want to. Certain they would meet soon, paint a portrait of a family. Single light on, single way, single light away. The night fell. Saw a painting on the stairwell to mourn the passing of a daughter dear. Her soul upon the train so far so near. Just close your eyes and you're home. Green children An August day in the hills of Spain, a pair of children emerged from a cave. The strangest sight there alone they stood, with skin of green and words no one had heard. The girl was stronger, the boy was weak, with her new mother she learned to speak. And wove a tale of a dying sun, they left the darkness, a dark world come undone. They travelled so far. Believing they came from a star. She fell through life, through time, (through parallel lives) The men of science, the men of fame, the men of letters tried to explain: Was it parallel worlds or a twist of time to make her think she'd fallen from the sky? A whirlwind spun them all alone, took them from their twilight home. Believing they came from a star A room for everything You were looking away from me, western skies calling you. Colors spilling, running dazzling you. I was looking the other way voices call from the east I saw my roots of the trees there planted at my feet. It could be I'm searching for a place so small with room for everything where worlds on worlds revolve. But how can we wait? I wouldn't hold you back. Suppose I was the clever one And words came easy to me I could say I was writing a song about you (you) and me. Maybe that verse is yet to be found, but waits inside of me, a secret room a tangled web to unweave. But how can we wait knowing our ways, how can we hold on, still you know its not too late. More than this
( Brian Ferry ) I could feel at the time There was no way of knowing Fallen leaves in the night Who can say where they´re blowing As free as the wind And hopefully learning Why the sea on the tide Has no way of turning More than this - there is nothing More than this - tell me one thing More than this - there is nothing It was fun for a while There was no way of knowing Like dream in the night Who can say where we´re going No care in the world Maybe I´m learning Why the sea on the tide Has no way of turning More than this - there is nothing More than this - tell me one thing More than this - there is nothing Big star I saw a big star running from me, a world from a record on my bed. Turn the tables on me, what would happen if I fell to the tune of a dreamer, to the tune of my heart? A big star running from me, I saw a world out sunning on my head. Turn the tables on me now I would fall from heaven and ring your bell. Baby, catch me n the middle of a lie The boys are out tonight, yeah the boys are out tonight. The big shots singin' from me, I saw a world out sunning on my head. Pity my heart signals: center of a storm inside my head. Center of my heart, center of my out of time simple mind. From the moon out my window a wink and a blink and a nod. Had a wish on a star but now it's falling. The boys are out tonight, big skies above me signal in my horoscope it said: never heed a caution, never fought a lover, never cross a street alone in the middle of a signal red, middle of a drinker's heart, middle of a big parade, a signal in my horoscope. You won't find me there I'd like to know What makes you stay While your eyes still search for escape. You think that I Don't feel the cold (babe), But I wait while confessions unfold. You'll never make a living from reading minds Or from getting your direction from exit signs. Look into your heart And you won't find me there. You won't find Me where you hide And that makes us a matter of time. Like trees exposed by fall, Time reveals it all. Tell me you want to do everything But you're stuck up to your knees. And I'm less likely pushed forward By ambition than a breeze. But there's a flame That must be fanned, And it appears as a beckoning hand. Don't think cause you're not, Talking you're being kind, You've been getting there Tolls your direction from exit signs. Look into your heart And you won find me there. All that never happens She walks alone on the brick lane, The breeze is blowing. A year had changed her forever, Just like her gray home. He used to live so close here, We'd look for places I can't remember The world was safe when she knew him, She tried to hold him, hold on forever. For all that never happens And all that never will be, A candle burning for the love we seldom keep. The earth was raw in her fingers, She overturned it. Considered planting some flowers, They wouldn't last long, no one to tend them. It's funny how these things go, You were the answer to all the questions. The memories made her weary, She shuddered slowly, she didn't want to. As a distant summer he began to whisper, And threw a smile her way She looked into the glass, Liquid surface showing That they were melding, together present past. So where can I go from here? The color fading, he didn't answer She felt him slip from her vision. She tried to hold him, hold on forever. So close forever, in a silent frozen sleep. Shining light Something was pulling me Without knowing what was leading me on: Your shining light. In my darkest hour the only way To bring the dawn was Your shining light. But you're unaware Your shining light is even on. Like with a little glance When you take me by surprise And I take a chance And I see it all through your eyes. Free me from my history And show me where to draw the line, By lighting up the mystery, And you don't even know that it shines. I'm not worried now About flying too close to the sun. Your shining light. When December skies are cold, You know I will always run to Your shining light. I won't abuse it So please just let it glow behind your smile. Let me use it, Let me feel the warmth like a little child Who understands your glance, Though it takes me by surprise. And I take a chance And I see it all through your eyes It's your shining light. Across the fields Well they left then in the morning, A hundred pairs of wings In the light moved together In the colors of the morning I looked to the clouds In the cirrus sky and they'd gone. Across the marshes, Across the fields below. I fell through the vines And I hoped they would catch me below. If only to take me with them there, Tell me the part that shines In your heart on the wind. And the reeds blew in the morning. Take me along to the places You've gone when my eyes looked away. Tell me the song that you sing In the trees in the dawning. Tell me the part that shines In your heart and the rays of love forever, Please take me there.
The earth pressed flat The Earth Pressed Flat Detroit, L.A.,Boston, San Francisco, First time over the ocean on a plane A billion stars below me lay, Circle slowly JFK, So much there to see inside of a week They came looking for something new Try to press it flat inside of a few days Old Dominion Saturday, Arlington's eternal flame Sunday tour Niagara Falls in the mist. Monday I'll be heading south New Orleans the Cajun sound Tuesday's Tupelo Elvis's home . . . Try to press it flat inside of a few days What a wonderful stay, On a mule Grand Canyon ride on Wednesday, Hope to get to Denver in a day Friday Ride to Washington, in the glacial mountain sun Hop a train for Canada to the east They came looking for something new Try to press it flat inside of a few days What a wonderful stay. Ellen
Eager to please was just the way that he was Though his attempts there falling short, Expectation See he would tell of all his conquests, Was he bragging? But in the evening all alone Ellen unplanned delays Saving for someone who really cared about you Invincible they say Married to your name She was the kind between a child and a lady, Quick was her temper Like a blaze from an ember No one had measured to her standard, So in the evening all alone all alone How do I tell them to open their minds And to take a chance Maybe on finding life's treasure stubborn they stay set In their ways really not wanting to be lonely not alone. Once a city
This was once a city Harmony a common theme But these complications Now make life a bit uneasy Hallowed buildings scrape the sky Voices ride the airwaves Once a city years gone by Will they still be standing in thecenturies ahead Going underground little children hiding, Bullets never meant for them Must there be such bloodshed in our hearts, our homes, ourheads? Will I be walking, walking so free? This was a city once This was once a city Harmony a common theme but these complications Once a city, once a dream. Glow
In the coolness of the morning Sparing moments here in magical tide I would meet you without question To share a starry gaze a look through the sky From the start There was this kind of glow The start when it's right You'll know, Fascinating love's a secret An ancient riddle with no reason or rhyme Unpredictable the muses they play Never knowing whether teasing or shy. On & on
Out through the foggy window there Just to see the eyes of my future children Looking back at me Back through the foggy window On and on Miles pass years turn over On and on There from that rolled down window Ponies run free cradled protectively There in the greenery somewhere I keep this picture On and on Miles pass years turn over On and on For all the roads we've travelled And all the bridges burned I was thinking out loud the ways of the world That all seem so constant How few of the lessons we really have learned. Out through the foggy window frozen in frame Capturing passing pictures life's lastrefrain, Memories ashes scatter On and on Miles pass years turn over On and on. Somebody's heaven There like a feather you fell someone's heaven above me Floating so fickle tempting me teasing my ways Thrown from its clutches I struggle to free what escapes me Absalom hanging like you I'm caught in between Heaven then earth then heaven between you Release me untangle my hair Absalom hanging like you I'm caught in between Heaven then earth heaven between you Patient I wait as I hold a small feather That floated from somebody's heaven. Cabaret Shards of glass cut through my gaze Broken streamers hanging at my legs Drunk and giddy full of fate At the cabaret Smokey stares from the bar Do stray bottles tumble I feel the misty spray What a perfect, perfect day for the cabaret From afar he sees Venus rise overwhelmingly beautiful He sighs the look of love was in her eyes Puts his hand upon her leg Looking closer his lust begins to fade What a drag the queen did say. Could this be a dream I'm in? ( Fellini would be proud ) Gluttony enfolds the scene Give them one last round , Shining faces dance away Swinging skirts between the panted legs Kaleidescoping Then shassez in a blink the glasses fly Suddenly joy becomes a fight There they tossed and turned a sight. Beyond the blue I was thinking today If you would remember You choose to remember What you left me out there In the cold days fading away I see you so near I hear your voice calling It calls me from these pages to you Beyond the blue, So sudden too soon The secrets we knew I was thinking today If you would surrender To feelings that you tried deserting And if given the choice I'd still wait for the moment Still wait for the moment When I could have A hero like you Days fading away But I see you so clear I hear your voice calling It calls me from these pages to you Beyond the blue. Smallest step When the day ends And church bells are ringing When the valley is shroudedin snow, When you're feeling that hope somewhere vanished And there's no poetry left to console you, With the smallest step you'll find a way Oh of fate borne and life is a jewel But stone will tarnish as dust will descend Take a minute and wipe free the lustre, It'll mirror a day without end With the smallest step you'll feel It starts a journey your way. Oh they tried to tell me But I'll learn for myself And when they tried to tell me You know the words disappeared on the wind I was running away And when the laughter echoes through you In a pale beaming ray and you'll know always And ever within you anyway. In the quiet morning In the quiet morning There was much despair And in the hours that followed No one could repair That poor girl Tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here to tell her tale Rolled in on a sea of disaster Rolled out on a mainline rail She once walked tight by my side I'm sure she walked by you Her striding steps could not deny Torment from a child who knew That in the quiet morning There would be despair And in the hour that followed No one could repair That poor girl She cried out her song so loud It was heard the whole world round [ A symphony of violence The great southwest unbound ] In the quiet morning There was much despair And in the hour that followed No one could repair That poor girl Tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here to tell her tale Rolled in on a sea of disaster Rolled out on a mainline rail Time turns
I saw time turn So much there to unlearn, You were envy you wouldn't say You tore heart strings that sorry day Dark light hid the tears one For each of the years Love has reasons Reason never knows Time turns over Love overflows I should have spoken Sooner on that sorry day Your arms are open And I wondered why Wondered why Five years passed to the day Time heals some people Say when you hurt the ones I love you're also hurting Me and time turns over Turning you from me I thought you'd never reach me On that sorry day Your arms were open wide And I wondered why Hidden in my heart I see the leaves of autumn Changing, falling , turning what was green I see a door standing open, Open to curiosity We could be together Tear it all apart Would you ever notice What was hidden in my heart Heartstrong Do we ever listen Closely as willows start to weep There as we stood upon the threshold Who said forever was for keeps? Would you ever notice what Was hidden in my heart, My deep heart is reeling forward And steady on to keep, Who made me miss the last ferry? Who made this river so deep? Who knows where the time goes
Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I have no thought of time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving I do not count the time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? And I am not alone while my love is near me I know it will be so until it's time to go So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again I have no fear of time For who knows how my love grows? And who knows where the time goes?
Music from the Motion Picture I don't Love you too Yesterday a little bird came to say that you don't love me No way, I never thought I hear you say that you don't care Okay, I've got a little something to say now that you don't love me I don't love you too another copy paste you stupid robot Hey, hey, the world wide web today said that you don't love me No way, I never thought I'd see the day that you don't care Okay, I'd like to take a minute to say now that you don't love me I don't love you too Can we separate these lives that became so intertwined I'm not about to say I really don't think it's over Can we separate the lies from all the better times It's not so hard to say goodbye It's over When We Walked On Clouds Have you heard Have you heard all about love from her All about love Have you heard Have you heard all about love from her All about love Those were the days when we walked on clouds Those were the days when we walked on clouds Those days are over now another copy paste you stupid robot Have you learned Have you learned all about love from her Those were the days when we walked on clouds Those days are over now Those were the days when we walked on clouds Those days are over now I don't want to break your heart I just want to change your mind I don't want to tear you apart But I will if I have to Those were the days when we walked on clouds Gold A moment's like a piece of gold Don't spend it on the wrong thing Every moment's something you should hold Don't spend it on the wrong thing another copy paste you stupid robot How can you go, can you go How can you go, can you go How can you go, can you go, go away You're caught in the moment It feels like a day The fight's just beginning Don't give it away A breath's like an ocean Your mind starts to stray The motive's forgotten It all goes away You're real in protection Your shield is what Conceals imperfection By giving it up Come on and give it all or give it up Give it all or give it up Give it all or give it up Give it all or give it up Give it all or give it up Give it all or give it up How can you go, can you go How can you go, can you go How can you go, can you go, go away A moment is a piece of gold Don't spend it on the wrong thing Every moment's something you should hold Don't spend it on the wrong thing How can you go, can you go How can you go, can you go How can you go, can you go, go away Triangles Somewhere hidden in the depth of story How to find the day to keep from holding you back again over yonder You can see us lying under trees We're breathless wind is crying We watch them soar into your arms I rise I could weave the words of a poem True circling around the angles of your heart Which to choose you two both so beautiful But only room for one another copy paste you stupid robot Mother pulls the arm her daughter follows father beckons for his child His sorrow which way to turn how to find the words to tell you sorry in the middle Caught between I'm lying I want to soar into your arms I cry Angels heaven blue sing that golden chord circling 'round the angles of your heart What to say to you I could choose you both give me more than one Fly and breathe in peace again fly alone with you my friend Fly into my heart again forever and a day Into the air we rise blush of love so true A golden chord circling 'round the angles of my heart Which to choose you two both so beautiful But only room for one Fly and please come back again Fly and meet me there my friends Fly into my arms again forever and a day Fly just breathe and be again I rise and I fly away Live for the time of Your Life On a cold and blustery day running through the snow We played holding palms Yes we were together outlaws and maiden ties going up that mountainside We were there on our own I could say the words to you You could say you heard them true We could say we're in it together out laws and maiden ties Yes we lived our lives so high we had the time of our lives One year growing older two you're growing older living for the time of your life Any type of weather whether we're together in the dawn of time Tick tock yes I'm with you shiver at the thrill of you ebullient I won't deny another french oui oui Your reckless love you see you really are here alive I said I love you you said we work we do We said we'll level together regrets secrets lies Yes we lived our lives so high but we had the time of our lives One you're growing older two you're growing older Living for the time of your life Any type of weather whether we're together in a song Oh a song and are you lonely For the time of your life Live for the time of your life Living for the time of your life Your life but are you lonely Whippoorwill Beyond understanding we met there a day you followed me You sniffed in your special way a teardrop a sparkle And oh how my feelings sighed you not bashful though me so shy I hear you in the whippoorwill I see you in my morning coffee ruby slippers Should I wish to fill holy holy now I'm leaving it all behind Leaving it all behind It was over my head as the great sage would say Say so silly well here I am again what happens when you're wrong Wrong most everytime it was over my head I hear you in the whippoorwill I see you in my morning coffee ruby slippers Should I wish to fill holy holy now I'm leaving it all behind Leaving it all behind another copy paste you stupid robot If I click my heels come on take me away silver saucers fly in the sky so high Won't you ask me to stay again happy endings to wish upon a star To those of little faith we've come so far I hear you in the whippoorwill I see you in my morning coffee ruby slippers Should I wish to fill holy holy now I'm leaving it all behind Leaving it all behind It's a beautiful Life In the big rock candy mountain There's a land that's fair and bright Where the candy grows on bushes And you sleep out every night Where the box cars all are empty And the sun shines everyday I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow Where the rain don't fall And the winds don't blow another copy paste you stupid robot Oh it's a beautiful life In the big rock candy mountains You never have to change your socks And little streams of lemonade come Tumbling down those mighty rocks Boys and girls there all friendly And their fires they burn all night There's a lake of stew and soda too You can paddle 'round it all in a big canoe Oh it's a beautiful life You might not find a way to get around these circumstances You just have to say I'm ready Lord, for those second chances Oh it's a beautiful life The buzzing of the bees in the peppermint tree And the soda water fountain Where lemonade springs and the bluebird sing In the big rock candy mountain Oh it's a beautiful life Fine Line It's such a fine line that you walk When you talk about the future And you can't hide With a disguise Who you are deep inside another copy paste you stupid robot It's such a fine line that you walk When we talk about this confusion And you can't hide You realize It was the spies' fault All the time It's such a fine line that you walk When you talk about the future Tiny Arrows Here comes the tiny arrow Bent from the start It flies through the air with great speed Straight to the heart Penetrating, devastating It tears you apart Sing me a song Of love that's gone wrong Love that's gone terribly wrong another copy paste you stupid robot Right now I'm stuck in the middle of this Small town begging for little bits of love Right now I'm stuck in the middle of this Long fight with alcohol I know that you know I'm gone Here comes the empty battle Won from the heart Bloody, unbowed and grateful You're falling apart Inspiration, dedication Where do we start Sing me a song Of love that's gone wrong Love that's gone terribly wrong Right now I'm stuck in the middle of this Small town begging for little bits of love Right now I'm stuck in the middle of this Long fight with alcohol I know that you know I'm gone Here comes the final arrow Into your flesh Piercing the skin exposing Your tenderness Mystifying, glorifying This sentence of death Sing me a song Of love that's gone wrong Love that's gone terribly wrong Right now I'm stuck in the middle of this Small town begging for little bits of love Right now I'm stuck in the middle of this Long fight with alcohol is it my right to die alone I know that you know I'm gone I know that I know I'm gone Downhill Running as fast as I can But it's just downhill Catch me if you can I'm running downhill Learning about your uncluttered house And your heart attack Digging around in your drawers Stealing your photographs Downhill, downhill Rooting around behind doors The stores of your books and life Looking around on the floor Finding your pocket knife another copy paste you stupid robot Downhill, downhill Running as fast as I can But it's all downhill Catch me if you can I'm running downhill Downhill
Twice Told Tales
The Song Of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. another copy paste you stupid robot When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. She Moved Through The Fair My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind." And he stepped away from me and this he did say "It will not be long, love, till our wedding day." He stepped away from me and he moved through the fair And so fondly I watched him move here and move there Then he made his way homeward with one star awake As the swan in the evening moves over the lake. Well I dreamt last night that my dead love came in And so softly he moved that his feet made no din Then he came close beside me and this he did say "It will not be long, love, till our wedding day." Till our wedding day Till our wedding day Day, day, day, day... Dark Eyed Sailor As I roved out one evening fair It bein' the summertime to take the air I spied a sailor and a lady gay And I stood to listen And I stood to listen to hear what they would say. another copy paste you stupid robot He said "Fair lady, why do you roam For the day is spent and the night is on" She heaved a sigh while the tears did roll "For my dark-eyed sailor For my dark-eyed sailor, so young and stout and bold." "'Tis seven long years since he left this land A ring he took from off his lily-white hand One half of the ring is still here with me But the other's rollin' But the other's rollin' at the bottom of the sea." He said "You may drive him out of your mind Some other young man you will surely find Love turns aside and soon cold has grown Like the winter's morning Like the winter's morning, the hills are white with snow." She said "I'll never forsake my dear Although we're parted this many a year Genteel he was and a rake like you To induce a maiden To induce a maiden to slight the jacket blue." One half of the ring did young William show She ran distracted in grief and woe Sayin' "William, William, I have gold in store For my dark-eyed sailor For my dark-eyed sailor has proved his honour long" And there is a cottage by yonder lea This couple's married and does agree So maids be loyal when your love's at sea For a cloudy morning For a cloudy morning brings in a sunny day. Misty Moisty Morning One misty moisty morning when cloudy was the weather I met with an old man a-clothed all in leather He was clothed all in leather with a cap beneath his chin Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again another copy paste you stupid robot This rustic was a thresher as on his way he hied And with a leather bottle fast buckled by his side He wore no shirt upon his back but wool unto his skin Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again I went a little further and there I met a maid A-going a-milking, a-milking Sir she said Then I began to compliment and she began to sing Saying how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again This maid her name was Dolly clothed in a gown of grey I being somewhat jolly persuaded her to stay And straight I fell a-courting her in hopes her love to win Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again I having time and leisure, I spent a vacant hour A-telling of my treasure while sitting in the bower With many kind embraces I stroke her double chin Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again I said that I would married be and she would be my bride And long we should not tarry and twenty things beside I'll plough and sow and reap and mow and you shall sit and spin Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again Her parents then consented, all parties were agreed Her portion thirty shillings, we married were with speed Then Will the piper he did play whilst others dance and sing Saying how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again Then lusty Ralph and Robin with many damsels gay Did ride on Roan and Dobbin to celebrate the day And when they met together their caps they off did fling Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do And how do you do again Bonny May Bonny May a-shepherding has gone To call the sheep to the fold And as she sang, her bonny voice it rang Right over the tops of the downs, downs, Right over the tops of the downs. another copy paste you stupid robot There came a troop of gentlemen As they were riding by And one of them has lighted down And he's asked of her the way, way, And he's asked of her the way. ”Ride on, ride on, you rank riders, Your steeds are stout and strong, For it's out of the fold I will not go For fear you do me wrong, wrong, For fear you do me wrong.” Now he's taken her by the middle jimp And by the green gown sleeve, And there he's had his will of her And he's asked of her no leave, leave, And he's asked of her no leave. Now he's mounted on his berry brown steed, He soon o'erta'en his men And one and all cried out to him, ”Oh, master, you tarried long, long, Oh, master, you tarried long.” ”Oh, I've ridden East and I've ridden West, And I've ridden o'er the downs, But the bonniest lass that ever I saw She was calling her sheep to the fold, fold.” She's taken the milk pail on her head And she's gone lingering home. And all her father said to her Was, ”Daughter, you tarried long, long, Oh, daughter, you tarried long.” ”Oh, woe betide your shepherd, father, He takes no care of the sheep, For he's builded the fold at the back of the down And the fox has frightened me, me, And the fox has frightened me.” ”Oh, there came a fox to the fold door With twinkling eye so bold, And ere he'd taken the lamb that he did I'd rather he'd taken them all, all.” Now twenty weeks were gone and past, Twenty weeks and three, The lassie began to fret and to frown And to long for the twinkling eye, bright eye, And to long for the twinkling eye. Now it fell on a day, on a bonnie summer's day That she walked out alone. That self-same troop of gentlemen Come a-riding over the down, down, Come a-riding over the down. ”Who got the babe with thee, Bonny May, Who got the babe in thy arms?” For shame, she blushed, and aye, she said, Was ”I've a good man of my own, own.” ”You lie, you lie, you Bonny, Bonny May, So loud I hear you lie. Remember the misty murky night I lay in the fold with thee, thee, I lay in the fold with thee. Now he's mounted off his berry brown steed, He's sat the fair May on. ”Go call out your kye, father, yourself, She'll ne'er call them again, again, She'll ne'er call them again.” Oh, he's Lord of twenty plough of land, Twenty plough and three, And he's taken away the bonniest lass In all the South country, In all the South country. Canadee-I-O It's of a fair and handsome girl, she's all in her tender years She fell in love with a sailor boy and it's true that she loved him well For to go off to sea with him, like she did not know how, She longed to see that seaport town, called Canadee-I-O. So she bargained with a young sailor boy, it's all for a piece of gold Straighway he led her all down into the hold Saying I'll dress you up in sailor's clothes, your jacket shall be blue, You'll see that seaport town, called Canadee-I-O. another copy paste you stupid robot Now, when the other sailors heard the news, they fell into a rage, And with all the whole ship's company, they were willing to engage, Saying "We'll tie her hands and feet me boys, overboard we'll throw her And she'll never see that seaport town, called Canadee-I-O." Now, when the captain he's heard the news, well he too fell into a rage, And with his whole ship's company he was willing to engage, Saying "She'll stay all in sailor's clothes, her collar shall be blue, She'll see that seaport town, called Canadee-I-O." Now when they came down to Canada, scarcely above half a year, She's married this bold captain, who calls her his dear, She's dressed in silks and satins now, and she cuts a gallant show She's the finest of the ladies down in Canadee-I-O. Come all you fair and tender girls, wheresoever you may be, I'd have you to follow your own love when he goes out on the sea, For if the sailors prove false to you, well the captain he might prove true, To see the honour I have gained by the wearing of the blue. Do You Love An Apple Do you love an apple? Do you love a pear? Do you love a laddie with bonnie brown hair? But still I love him, I can't deny him I'll be with him wherever he goes He works at the pier for nine bob a week Come Saturday night, he comes rolling home drunk But still I love him, I can't deny him I'll be with him wherever he goes He stood at the corner, a fag in his mouth Two hands in his pockets, he whistled me out another copy paste you stupid robot But still I love him, I can't deny him I'll be with him wherever he goes Before I got married I wore a black shawl But since I got married I wore coveralls But still I love him, I can't deny him I'll be with him wherever he goes Before I got married I'd sport and I'd play But now, the cradle, it gets in me way But still I love him, I can't deny him I'll be with him wherever he goes Do you love an apple? Do you love a pear? Do you love a laddie with bonnie brown hair? But still I love him, I can't deny him I'll be with him wherever he goes Greenwood Sidey There was a lady lived in York - all the lee and loney Fell in love with her father's clerk - down by the greenwood sidey-o She loved him up, she loved him down - all the lee and loney Loved him 'til he filled her arms - down by the greenwood sidey-o She leant her back against an oak - all the lee and loney First it bent and then it broke - down by the greenwood sidey-o another copy paste you stupid robot She leant her back against a thorn - all the lee and loney There she had two fine babes born - down by the greenwood sidey-o She took out her reaping knife - all the lee and loney There she took those sweet babes' lives - down by the greenwood sidey-o She wiped the blade against her shoe - all the lee and loney The more she rubbed, the redder it grew - down by the greenwood sidey-o She went back to her father's hall - all the lee and loney Saw two babes a-playing at ball - down by the greenwood sidey-o 'Oh babes oh babes if you were mine' - all the lee and loney 'I'd dress you up in scarlet fine' - down by the greenwood sidey-o 'Oh Mother oh Mother if we were yours' - all the lee and loney 'Scarlet was our own hearts' blood' - down by the greenwood sidey-o 'Oh babes oh babes it's Heaven for you' - all the lee and loney 'Oh Mother oh Mother it's Hell for you' - down by the greenwood sidey-o Carrickfergus I wish I was in Carrickfergus Only for nights in Ballygrand I would swim over the deepest ocean Only to be there, to be by your side But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over And neither have I the wings to fly I wish I had a handsome boatsman To ferry me over to my love and die My childhood days bring back sad reflections Of happy days spent so long ago My boyhood friends and my own relations Have all passed on now like a melting of snow So I'll spend my days in endless roaming Soft is the grass, and my bed is free Ah, to be home now in Carrickfergus On that long road down to the salty sea And in Kilkenny it is reported On marble stone there as black as ink With gold and silver I did support her But I'll sing no more now til I get a drink And I'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober A handsome rover from town to town Oh but I'm sick now and my days are numbered Come all me young men and lay me down another copy paste you stupid robot I wish I had you in Carrickfergus Only for nights in Ballygrand I would swim over the deepest ocean Only to be there, to be by your side Death Of Queen Jane Queen Jane lay in labour Full nine days or more Till her women were so tired They could no longer bare They could no longer bare Good women, good women Good women as ye be Will you open my right side And find my baby And find my baby Oh no cried the women That's a thing that never can be We will send for King Henry And hear what he may say And hear what he may say King Henry was sent for King Henry did appear Saying, "What are ail you making? Your eyes they look so dim Your eyes they look so dim" King Henry, King Henry Will you do one thing for me? That's to open my right side And find my baby And find my baby another copy paste you stupid robot "Oh no," cried King Henry "That's a thing I'll never could do If I lose the flower of England I shall lose the branch too I shall lose the branch too" There was fiddling and dancing On the day the babe was born But poor Queen Jane beloved Lay cold as the stone Lay cold as the stone Wild Mountain Thyme Oh the summer time is coming And the leaves are sweetly turning And the wild mountain thyme Blooms across the blooming heather Will you go lassie go And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All across the purple heather Will you go lassie go I will build my love a bower Near yon pure and crystal fountain And on it I will lay All the flowers of the mountain Will you go lassie go another copy paste you stupid robot And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All across the purple heather Will you go lassie go If you will not go with me I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme Across the purple heather Will you go lassie go And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the purple heather Will you go lassie go Marie's Wedding Step we gaily on we go, Heel for heel And toe for toe, Arm and arm And row and row, All for Marie's wedding. Over hillways, up and down, Myrtle green and bracken brown, Past the sheilings through the town All for the sake of Marie. another copy paste you stupid robot Step we gaily on we go, Heel for heel And toe for toe, Arm and arm And row and row, All for Marie's wedding. Red her cheeks as Rowan's are, Bright her eyes as any star. Fairest of them all by far, Is our darlin' Marie. Step we gaily on we go, Heel for heel And toe for toe, Arm and arm And row and row, All for Marie's wedding. Plenty herring, plenty meal, Plenty peat to fill her kreel. Plenty bonnie bairns as well, That's the toast for Marie.
Miscellaneous songs Because The Night (Springsteen/Smith) Take me now, baby, here as I am Hold me close, try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe Love is a banquet on which we feed Come on now, try and understand The way I feel under your command Take my hand, come under cover They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Have I doubt, baby, when I'm alone Love is a ring on the telephone Love is an angel, disguised as lust Here in our bed 'til the morning comes Come on now, try and understand The way I feel under your command Take my hand, come under cover They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us With love we sleep, with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning I believe in love too real to feel, take me now, take me now, take me now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us More Than This I could feel at the time There was no way of knowing Fallen leaves in the night Who can say where they're blowing As free as the wind And hopefully learning Why the sea on the tide Has no way of turning More than this You know there is nothing More than this Tell me one thing More than this You know there is nothing It was fun for a while There was no way of knowing Like a dream in the night Who can say where we're going No care in the world Maybe I'm learning Why the sea on the tide Has no way of turning More than this You know there is nothing More than this Tell me one thing More than this You know there is nothing oooh aaaah More than this You know there is nothing More than this Tell me one thing More than this There is nothing Ooooh Ooooh Ooooooh Aaaaaaah Ooooooh
To Sir With Love
(Duet: Natalie Merchant & Michael Stipe)
Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone. But in my mind I know they will still live on and on. But how do you thank someone who's taken you from crayons to perfume? It isn't easy, but I'll try. If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters that would soar a thousand feet high, 'To Sir, With Love'. Those awkward years have hurried by, why did they fly away? Why is it, sir children grow up to be people one day? What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world outside? What is there for you I can buy? If you wanted the world I'd surround it with a wall. I'd scrawl these words with letters ten feet tall, 'To Sir, With Love'. The time has come for closing books and long last looks must end. And as I leave I know that I am leaving my best friend. A friend who taught me right from wrong, weak from strong, that's a lot to learn. What can I give you in return? If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start. But I would rather you let me give my heart, 'To Sir, With Love'.
*** Thanx a lot to Stan for this one ***
Let The Mystery Be (Written by Iris Dement) Everybody's wondering what and where they all came from Everybody's worrying 'bout where they're gonna go when the whole thing's done Nobody knows for certain, so it's all the same to me Think I'll just let the mystery be Some say once gone, you're gone forever Some say they're gonna come back Some say you rest in the arms of the Savior if in sinful ways you lack Some say that they're comin' back in a garden Bunch of carrots and little sweet peas Think I'll just let the mystery be Some say they're going to place called "Glory" And I ain't sayin' it ain't a fact But I've heard that I'm on the road to purgatory And I don't like the sound of that I believe in love and I live my life accordingly But I choose to let the mystery be