These are 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 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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Take me now baby here as I am Pull me close try an understand I work all day out in the hot sun Stay with me now till the mornin' comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us What I got I have earned What I'm not I have learned Desire and hunger is the fire I breathe Just stay in my bed till the morning comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Your love is here and now The vicious circle turns and burns without Though I cannot live forgive me now The time has come to take this moment and They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us
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.
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
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, we were about saving for a rainy day. I crashed through floors of laughter, then. In a blind science, 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.
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-endig echo of those screams. But it's a life not made for reliving, it's a life that makes your soul forgiving. We sealed our bond from the beginning. Aching, affection, vulnerable protection; falling, captured, crawling, rapture.
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?
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. Sigle 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.
An Augist 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 had left 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.
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 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 it's not too late.
