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when all that's left to do is
reflect on what's been done
this is where sadness breaths
the sadness of everyone
just like when the guys
built the dam at otter creek
and all the water backed up
deep enough to dive
we took the dead man in sheets to the river
flanked by love
deep enough to dive
deep enough to dive
be here now
we took him there and three
in a stretcher made from trees
that had passed in the storm
leave the hearse behind
to leave the curse behind
be here now
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and to love: a god
and to fear: a flame
and to burn a crowd that a name
and to right or wrong
and to meek or strong
it is known, just scream it from the wall
I've willed, I've walked, I've read
I've talked, I know, I know,
I've been here before
hey, now we won't be raped
hey, now we won't be scarred like that
it's the sun that burns
it's the wheel that turns
it's the way we sing that makes 'em dream
and to Christ: a cross
and to me: a chair
I will sit and earn the ransom from up here
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it's easier not to be wise
and measure these things by your brains
I sank into Eden with you
alone in the church by and by
I'll read to you here, save your eyes
you'll need them, your boat is at sea
your anchor is up, you've been swept away
and the greatest of teachers won't hesitate
to leave you there, by yourself, chained to fate
I alone love you
I alone tempt you
I alone love you
fear is not the end of this!
it's easier not to be great
and measure these things by your eyes
we long to be here by his resolve
alone in the church by and by
to cradle the baby in space
and leave you there by yourself chained to fate
oh, now, we took it back too far,
only love can save us now,
all these riddles that you burn
all come runnin' back to you,
all these rhythms that you hide
only love can save us now,
all these riddles that you burn yeah, yeah, yeah
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I liked the way my hand looked on your head
in the presence of my knuckles
but the beauty of this vision alone just like yesterday's sunset
has been perverted by the sentimental
and mistaken for love
the felix of your truth will always break
it and the iris of your eye will always shake it
and the armies, the armies I have created
will always hate it
will always bait you on
I liked the way my hand looked on your head
in the presence of my struggle
but the beauty of this vision alone I can't shake from my tree just yet
it keeps invading all my private moments
listen to me now
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lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door
lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now, to the baby down the hall
oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it
lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored iris,
presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide
Barbara Lewis (1973-1993)
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this is not helping me at all
what you are doing here
in the name of god and love
it's the distribution of fear
pyramids, healing wires, analysts with fame
I haven't got your degree
and I forgot your name
pick me up and put me on the ground
set me up and spin me all around
no, you are not the one I wish to see
this is not helping me at all where did we get this plan?
that you could give to me what I might already have
pyramids, healing wires, a musician's fame
I volunteered you my eyes
in place of facing me
oh Hitler, in a robe of truth
my emptiness has built your altar
and I've worshipped myself in you forever
until now!
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our love is like water
pinned down and abused for being strange
our love is no other
than me alone for me all day
our love is like water/angels pinned down and abused
all over you, all over me
the sun, the fields, the sky
I've often tried to hold
the sea the sun, the fields, the tide
pay me now,
lay me down
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the weavers live up the street from me
the crackheads, they live down the street from me
the tall grass makes it hard to see
beyond my property
hey man, this is criminal,
this hard line symmetry
of people and pets
we don't bother anyone
we keep to ourselves
the mailman visits each of us in turn
we don't bother anyone
we keep to ourselves
the mailman visits each of us in time
gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
in shit towne
gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
in our town
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in the moment I was losing my head
readin' too much and losin' my head and I was
reachin' forward, I was already there
readin' too much and losin' my head
this information caused a cut in the line
now I'm remembering God and readin' too much
it's so nice
the print is smaller than the ants in the grass
I'll have to put it away now
in the morning there are things to be read,
words to be said, and food to be fed,
but I won't be there
I'll be clutchin' on a megaphone pointed at my head,
would you be there,
would you kindly, read this word for word
so loud and clear,
I can't remember it all,
it needs to be clear, I tell you,
if the feeling drops out of your voice,
would you kindly pick it up
this is how, I'll go out tonight
dressed in blue, by the book tonight
this is how, I'll go out tonight
but I don't need a book
we're talkin' anchors, talkin' ships, we're talkin' seas,
we're talkin' everything you need
you should be workin' now,
not only askin' how
and the whereabouts of where you'll be
I don't suspect you will be thinking
when the brain is dead
and the mind has taken over,
this is a skill, this is not a game,
where have you been,
are you with us?
can you hear us?
got the megaphone pointed at you
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I wanna feel
I wanna try
I wanna rock in the city tonight
I wanna deal
don't wanna die
I wanna bring my captain hook into the light
people I've seen my day
ranting and raving this beauty away
we are by and large the same
but words are too feeble, they cannot contain
he was a "rock and roll messiah"
she was known for her childcare
the truth is gonna give up the world
if you can give up the stage
if I can give up the stage
if we can give up the stage
come to this,
I can't come to you don't do this,
wake me up tonight
come to this,
I can't come to you don't do this,
wake me up tonight
(ps do not drive and swear!)
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come on baby leave some change behind
she was a bitch, but I don't care
she brought our food out on time
and wore a funky barrette in her hair
come on baby leave some change behind
she was a bitch but good enough
to leave some change,
everybody's good enough for some change
the girl's got family
she needs cash to buy aspirin for her pain,
everybody's good enough for some change
we all get the flu,
we all get aids
we've got to stick together after all,
everybody's good enough for some change,
SOME FUCKING CHANGE!!!
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warm bodies, I sense
are not machines that can only make money
past, perfect, tense
words for a feeling and all I've discovered
I'll be along son with medicine supposed to,
designed to make you high
I'll be along son
with words for a feeling and all I've discovered
old, bad eyes
old, bad eyes
old, bad eyes
on loneliness comes
go see the foreman, go see the profiteer
on loneliness drives
we're takin' our time movin' shit for this holy slime
old, bad eyes
old, bad eyes
old, bad eyes, almighty fear
the shepherd won't leave me alone
he's in my face and I
the shepherd of my days
and I want you here by my heart and my head,
I can't start till I'm dead
Background Lyrics:
here I am locking horns with the stallion
failing to hold my head up, I'll go back again
pillar of davidson feeling to hard to go down
cheaper than all souls he will walk upon
deeper and deeper in love so I hold my head up
cheaper than all souls he will walk upon
pillar of davidson feeling to hard to go down
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I talk of freedom
you talk of the flag
I talk of revolution
you'd much rather brag
and as the decibels of this disenchanting discourse
continue to dampen the day
the coin flips again and again, and again, and again
as our sanity walks away
all this discussion though politically correct
is dead beyond destruction
though it leaves me quite erect
and as the final sunset rolls behind the earth
and the clock is finally dead
I'll look at you, you'll look at me
and we'll cry a lot
but this will be what we said
this will be what we said
Look where all this talking got us, baby
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all the things that they make you say
and all of the love that you hide away
I'll pick you up and it will be all right
I'll pick you up and it will be tonight
she rode a horse into my head
she won't discipline the children
and now they're running wild on the beach
and I don't care
oh, I don't care
no I don't care hey, hey, hey
it's the middle of the night and you're here
playing dominoes and drinking beer
I tried to think of something deep to say
but my well is dripping dry today, hey
hey, hey, hey
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