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falling in, falling out lyrics:
mirrors and string
i dance like i mean it
and i stick my ass out proud
live like today's all i got:
and i always laugh too loud
i'm always too loud.
on the phone the morning after
she asks me if i'm real.
i got no other answer
so how does that feel -
how does that feel?
to be all fresh out of kryptonite,
like a naked boxed in the ring.
here comes the smoke,
here come the mirrors and string.
some days the world's too much for me -
some days i'm too much for it.
life's too short to play these boy girl games,
and i hope you ain't got time for them.
i hope you ain't got time for them
cause behind the velvet curtain,
there's a child in the heart of the machine.
superman is just a trick with mirrors and string.
so dance like you mean it -
and stick your ass out proud.
live like today's all you got,
and always laugh too loud,
always laugh too loud.
'cause there is no such superman
there's just a child in the heart of your machine.
superman's just a trick with mirrors and string.
lay down your smoke. lay down your mirrors and string.
after all
here we stand on the barricades -
of what used to be our world far below
the fallen walls of the home we never shared
lie crushed and silent in the snow.
and the bed frame is rusted pieces now,
at the hearth that never glowed
the air is full of lies we never told -
and the ghost of a child that we'll never see grow old
here we are at the barricades - on a table set for two.
the candlelit post-mortem of a life we used to share,
unwilling victims, me and you
and the air so thick between us now -
that we could walk across the wire
and step into each other's souls -
but no, we won't this time.
here we are at the barricades - here or
hereafter they must fall
we'll look into each other's eyes across the stone pile
but do we dare ask the question at all?
do you see the tremble in my hands?
or count my tears as they fall?
it was never what we hoped it would be,
but it wasn't just a lie after all.
no, it wasn't just a lie after all.
anything you need
baby, would you pass that glass of whiskey,
and shoot me right between my eyes
tell me one more time why i ain't worth it
i'll guess again why you're too scared to try.
'cause last night you were calling jesus
and god like they were personal friends
another stone cold sober morning after -
tell me how this one's gonna end.
'cause i don't have to be your girlfriend,
or write long letters that you will never read.
i'll just get you off when you call me -
baby, i'll be anything you need.
hold me one more time like yesterday -
before you even knew my name
then you can ride off into your sunset like a cowboy
i swear, i'll wish you none of my shame
'cause i don't have to be your girlfriend,
or write long letters that you will never read.
i'll just get you off when you call me -
baby, i'll be anything you need.
baby, i'll be anything you need.
the man with the wandering soul
you were just a girl, in those first few
muffled sighs
as you drank the sweet moonlight reflected in his eyes
and those sacred words he whispered,
you knew that he'd make good
as you held his body close, and swore you always would.
it was a christmas card picture of the
perfect family -
the two of you so beautiful, the twins had just turned three.
but in the quiet nights of loving, the sparkling moonlight left his
eyes.
the truth he never told you came as no surprise:
you were not his first love: he was seduced
by the sea air on his skin.
and as a young man, he had promised his heart - to aurora borealis and
the stars
your double bed grew colder as the nights
grew darker still -
his months away from home only sharpened winter's chill
and as you prayed for spring to come,
somehow you thought it never would
you held tight what used to be, for that was all you could.
you were not his first love: he was seduced
by the sea air on his skin.
and as a young man, he had promised his heart - to aurora borealis and
the stars
won't you see the sacred secret of this age-old story through -
you could find the road he loves,
and it could lead to you.
look into each other's souls with love in both your hands.
pray for grace to see it through, and the strength to understand:
that he not be the reckless vagabond,
as a kite without a string cannot be whole.
and may you never be the widow of the man with the wandering soul.
fair winds... and following
seas
a gentle push off from
the shoreline
leaving land for the first time - it feels like home
it feels like home.
greet the world of wind
and wave-
the open ocean where the stars are as bright as day
as bright as the day.
two pairs of hands hold
the wheel
heave the anchor, trim the sails, haul your nets in
haul your nets in.
two pairs of eyes read
the charts
scan the horizon, keep watch in the still of the night,
the still of the night.
love shines bold like
a beacon,
quiet as a telltale in the breeze.
i wish you fair winds, my friends...
and following seas.
i wish you fair winds,
my friends...
and following seas.
"i will come for
you" (listen)
harry stone was a soldier
in the spring of '44,
and harry loved a woman who would never be his wife.
he met her in a restaurant in a quiet town in belgium.
she liked his sweet demeanor, and so she took him home.
the summer months passed quickly in the sweetness of their loving.
it took away their longing, and his memories of the fight.
but with autumn came the orders - the troops were moving onward.
with teary eyes and bitter smiles, he swore that he'd return:
"i will come for
you. i will be your husband. we will be a family, and we will share
our lives."
each week he wrote her
letters and prayed that he'd hear word -
of the child she carried and of her life at home.
fall of '44, he'd gone back to pittsburgh. still he wrote her letters,
but she never did respond.
"i will come for
you. i will be your husband. we will be a family, and we will share
our lives."
in august '46, he met
another woman. they would raise a family
of three daughters in their home.
and he was almost eighty that winter afternoon,
when he heard a soft french voice on the telephone:
"mr. stone? i'm your
daughter. grandma hid the letters -
and never told my mother that you were still alive.
and mother never told me about the man who is my father.
i never read your letters untill after she had died."
"can i come to
you? can i be your daughter? can we be a family, and can we share our
lives?"
let yourself
move on
they built a wall outside beijing,
and another in katmandu.
they filled the holy land with concrete and barbed wire,
so the germans built one. too.
if you want to build a wall around your
city:
throw out the pictures of our past,
burn the bridges we once walked on
take that old guitar and throw it in the trash,
let yourself move on.
they bombed the bridges on the rhine,
and from the kwai to dien bien phu.
they bombed the tigris just last year,
and all the other rivers, too
and if you want to burn this bridge we built together,
throw out the pictures of our past,
burn the bridges we once walked on
take that old guitar and throw it in the trash,
let yourself move on.
romeo's farewell
someone tell sweet julie why i've gone
at the light of dawn she'll wake
to find me lying cold beside her,
and know our love went wrong.
someone tell sweet julie why i'm gone.
tell her, find the poison in my hand
wrapped around the vial,
she'll find the last scrawled letters
of a desparate mortal man.
tell her, find the poison in my hand
tell her i forgive her, let it go.
the weight of love we carried
would crush us both beneath us,
and would not redeem for gold.
tell her i forgive her, let it go.
someone hold her in her hour of need.
long time knowing
written by rowan israel
i just can't keep the salt in me -
i've been feverish, and i've lost my taste for love,
hungering for something - i did not know.
you know, i'd half decided i'd be better off alone -
i'd lost faith in that lightning,
love that rocks you clean clear down to the bone
my spirit is tired, and it crushes. oh, i do believe -
it'll be a long time knowing - a long time indeed.
it'll be a long time knowing - to know that you, you really know me.
and it's true that i have fallen -
i've fallen hard, so hard and furious, to a bitter end.
i've got far too many ex-lovers -
and so many times i've just run out on my friends.
but the ones that i have i do treasure - for their hearts will see through.
they know it'll be a long time knowing
- a long time indeed.
it'll be a long time knowing - to know that you, you really know me.
it gets wearing to explain this - i'm gonna make time,
and i've got time to do this right - if i'm gonna do it again.
so come on, tell me: is this what you need?
am i who you think you can really be with?
'cause half way just ain't good enough.
it's not good enough for me.
and it will be a long time knowing - a long time indeed.
it'll be a long time knowing - to know that you, you really know me.
watchtower
take your big ideals -
and throw 'em out the window
they may never see the coming of the day.
when the rosy glow of childhood naïvité has left us,
all we'll have is skin on skin, and nothing left to say.
"there must be
some kinda way out of here,"
said the lovesick joker to her sweet thief.
'cause he'll take back what was never his to give,
and her bitter smile will cut through tears.
there she'll stand with her lantern in her hand
as the rain chills the marrow of her bones:
the joker waits quietly
for her thief to come home.
we are actors, innocent
as the lights come up around us:
the curtain leaves us hapless fools on stage
the pious joker prays that grace will be her keeper,
but the thief, he is destined to his part - the script was cast in stone.
"there must be
some kinda way out of here,"
now you're the joker, i'm the thief.
'cause i'll take back what was never mine to give,
your bitter smile will cut through tears.
and there you'll stand with your lantern in your hand
as the rain chills the marrow of your bones:
come down off
your watchtower, i'm not coming home.
the promise
spring's sacred sunshine fills the silent
snowy plain,
the fiery leaves of autumn burn the gentle summer rain.
the quiet grace of winter steals the leaves away again,
and spring comes like a promise gently whispered and kept until the
end.
the sea brings sand from distant shores
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years before it lay on the quiet ocean floor.
the waves' gentle rhythm says: "i will come again,"
and the tide returns like a promise gently whispered and kept until
the end.
the seaons fall into each other's arms,
like the sand is betrothed to the shore.
your mother's song when you were just a girl will return to you like
a long lost friend.
like the seasons and the sand and the song...
a mother's song sung softly to a newborn
baby girl -
the melody of angel's wings opening our world.
in your need her sweet refrain will find a path to you again -
her words return like a promise gently whispered and kept until the
end.
the seaons fall into each other's arms,
like the sand is betrothed to the shore.
your mother's song when you were just a girl will return to you like
a long lost friend.
like the seasons and the sand and the song...
love will come again.
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