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eyes wide open
to the great train robbery of my soul
impending blindness
of the kind that's beyond my control
eyes wide open
to the secret forest beyond those tear-filled trees
heart-rending blindness
won't testify that i'm on my knees
maybe i'm a little young to care
maybe i'm a little old to cry
i don't know
maybe i'm a little weak to dance
maybe i'm a little strong to die
i don't know
concentrating
love and i'm hating myself again
impersonating
the smallest shadow of my original self again
does anybody really want to grasp
my hand and lift me to my feet? does
anybody really want to be the breeze
that frightens off this heat?
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and if you call my name
make it clear
and if you call my name
make it plain
and if you call my name
make it evident
i wouldn't miss it for the world
and if you need my attention
be bizarre
feel free to ignore convention
(it's alright)
and if it's a matter of permission
you can do me harm
i wouldn't miss it for the
world
someday
i'll pray
don't leave me alone
and if you call my name
call it again
my mind's been known to wonder
call it again
you know i've been waiting
for this since God knows when
i wouldn't miss it for the
world
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confused
ever since i spied you in the rooms of my mind
now i can't deny you
bleeding and bruised
like a vagabond in rags i've walked the streets to you door
to find just what's in store
i see you
you and many others in your clean well-lighted place
where i would find disgrace
but i do
know i'd find contentment just to be your furniture
i need nothing more
in the thick of the night take me out of the cold
let me sing inside
like a radio
in the thick of the night before we grow too old
let me sing inside
like a radio
shivering and cold this night's conducive to a
flight into my soul but i stand here
though my heart grows bold
once on the inside i can quietly persist
and hold my tears
and so still i wait
though i grow much weaker
i will not faint
i'll stay true
believe me when i say
i'd climb to heaven
crawl beneath the lowest hell
to stay near you
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yesterday i saw
the iron curtain
around your heart
making me cry
making me wonder
bringing me down
but making me love you
making me sad
making me sorry and
a little afraid
but making me love you
yeah
yesterday i saw
the iron curtain
around your heart
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cast me away
from yesterday's things
in deed and in my memory
sweeten the taste
of the past
and borrow just a little more time for me
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this night is so big
this night has stars falling into my hands
and if i listen real close
i can hear some distant train crossing
(it makes me wonder)
cast your shadow
cast your shadow across my heart
investigate me
i hope i've been yours right from the start
(it makes me wonder)
and can it ever be
i would know
experience
the casualty of your love
all i can ever see
is the need
climb out of here
find the way to some quiet place
where you are
this night is so dark
this night has silence and very little fear
tell me this welcome peace
isn't dancing with the ghost of future tears
(it makes me wonder)
see how the road melts
hear how the flowers fall
feel how the smoke rolls
in front of my eyes
see how the trees bend
hear how the heavens hush
feel how the earth fades
in front of my eyes
and can it ever be?
no
please no
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entertaining visions of a
lucid nature
emotional precision
it's our best behavior
rattling the streetcars on
forgotten streets
making a connection with
the bittersweet
crawling into your mind
for some radiant reunion
tapping out the messages
that signify your
folded wings
the ground around receding
feel love's stinging sword
cut deep and catch
the joy that's bleeding out of
gentle wounds
feel the pang of hunger
feel the new life awaken
restoring everything
that once was taken...
symbolizing agony that
made the women weep
feel love's stinging sword
slice deep and catch
the joy that's bleeding out of
gentle wounds
bruised and beaten torn apart
the price that's paid for love divine
can't spare your life don't spare
your heart
just feel the joy...
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Take me out of the cold
Let me sing inside
Like a radio
In the thick of the night
Before we grow too old
Let me sing inside
Like a radio
Like a radio
Like a radio
Like a radio
Like a radio
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if i'm drowning within your open sea
save me, save me
if i'm lost within your strange anatomy
talk to me, talk to me
if i'm on fire and i'm melting in the heat
touch me, touch me
if i'm tangled in your raw philosophy
then you better walk with me
walk with me
i'm just walking across your heart
in spite of the weather
(won't you walk with me?)
if i'm dancing through your passages and fall
catch me, catch me
if i'm screaming in your sky and tell you all
hear me, hear me
if i'm feigning coherence and calmness
laugh with me, laugh with me
if i tremble at your close proximity
then you better believe me
believe me
i can see you now
i can hear you now
i can feel you now
i can taste you now
in spite of the weather
yeah
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i feel like a castaway but i'm not afraid
you and me and a coupla dusty volumes
i wanna be your messiah but there's no way
i feel the tide roll in around us
you be the sea and i'll be the sky
i want you with me now don't wonder why
you be the sea and i'll be the sky
endeavor with me now don't wonder why
this love's like a labyrinth but i'm not afraid
you and me and a strong sense of forever
like the old Swiss Family Robinson
let's drift away
if we go down at least we'll drown together
(i can't forget you)
it's a little like this, it's a little like being afraid
it's a little like yesterday, though i don't mean
to invade Clouds rolled in front of your
face your tears became the rain i heard
wonderful thunder as you murmured as
you murmured my name
(take me far away, teach my soul to feel
that way You take me far away
it's wonderful, wonderful)
roll away, roll away with me
you be the sea
and i'll be the sky
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fly dance
the liberation of love with my two hands
fly dance
the cultivation of love with my two hands
fly dance
the sensation of love with my two hands
fly dance
the revelation of love with my two hands
i can tell you what i have to
i can tell you what i need to
but it won't really stick in your head
i'd really rather liberate
yes i'd really rather free you
i wanna rip you from your spider's web
spider's in your head
creepin' ‘round your bed
the spider's lookin' now what does he see
sly and ceremonial
you know he's a phony old
tycoon with a penitentiary
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spill-tainted pages of poetic prophecy
tickle my interest and taunt at my fantasy
gentle new lover, favorite friend
with hidden desire that bothers my conscience
again
like paul and virginia!
sit close to me on the swing
like paul and virginia!
sit close to me and i'll sing
(whisper my name, kiss me again)
i'll sing for you
with you
oh, you
cobalt blue vessels, clean same sex rabbits
old movie romance and a healthy new habit
moving in passion, resting in reason
with a strong tender poet who touches each region
within
illuminatiions that shine on the river
subliminal glances provoking a shiver
palms full of mystery, fingers of magic
greetings so glorious, partings so tragic
like paul and virginia!
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it's a first impression
silence is deceiving
but just around the corner
i can hear
i can hear you breathe
it's a calm confession
a curious obsession
no matter when i listen
i can hear
i can hear you breathe
i can hear you breathing
if you stay and never go
away
i'll repeat the same mistakes
i've made
i'll believe most anything you
say and
watch my heart of stone melt
into clay
first i'm disbelieving
then i'm almost drowning
swimming in the ocean with the
sound
i can hear you breathe
walking in the heavens
falling on the ground
rolling on the earth
you're all around
i can hear you breathe
i can hear you breathing
in your hands
in your hands
(fall into your
ubiquitous hands)
it's an indication
i'm your destination
i hope it's not just
my imagination
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meet me in the morning
at the bus stop
we'll ride into the town
down to the square
to see the angel
see the angel in the fountain
meet me in the morning
meet me after daybreak
tie your hair back
we'll drift into the crowd
get lost among the loud
and they'll be singing
they'll be singing in our daydream
when we're tired we'll leave them
all behind and walk away
i love you a lot
meet me in the courtyard
where the saints pray
musing in our stare
still painfully aware
that there are others
shoulds and woulds with names and faces
close your eyes and open up your mind
and hear me say
see the angel
she's dancing in the water
hear the angel
she's laughing in the water
something in the way that you
said you really felt that we could be
good friends forever
...together for a long time
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