JOHN DENVER lyrics - Rocky Mountain Holiday

Down By The Old Mill Stream

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Down by the old (not the new but the old) Mill stream (not the river but the stream), Where I first (not the last but the first) Met you. (Not me but you.) With your eyes (not your ears, but your eyes) Of blue (not green, but blue). Dressed in ging- (not silk but ging-) -ham too. (Not one but two.) And it was there (not here, but there), I knew (not old, but new) That you loved (not hate, but loved) Me too. (Not one but two.) You were sixteen (not seventeen, but sixteen) My village queen! (Not the king, but the queen). Down by the old (not the new, but the old), Mill stream (not the river, but the stream).

Believe

HAREM SCAREM
(Hess/Lesperance) Now that I've swam into waters I never wanted to I'm in hook, line and sinker I want another life that comes with a guarantee And batteries so I have strength for you Since you came undone A despondent fool Swimming with chains in the river A drowning soul The queen of lies turns blue Now I've figured out your conscience has never been awakened Asleep your days of a holy child Alive are your venomous teeth biting in me So I've paved the road to ruin Since you came undone A despondent fool Swimming in chains in the river A drowning whore The queen of lies turns blue

Digital Deceit

AFTER FOREVER "Invisible Circles"
Come enter,here's my world closed off from pain and cold Come enter,come inside A secret place of light 'Cause in this world I'm rid of you,you can't get trough So here I am,and I'm beautiful And all my friends would say the same So here I am,and you cannot deny That I am someone you'd embrace I am the queen,I'm pure and loved,by everyone Come enter,here's my code Trough the world wide wire you'll know me The queen of her own world My story,meet my life So now you see,there is another me Not someone insecure and strange My father's will in here,it doesn't mean a thing and I don't fear his violent rage I am the queen,you know I'm loved by everyone Come enter,here's my code Trough the world wide wire you'll know me The queen of her own world Stop dreaming,and wake up Your silly world is not what's real This world of fake friends and computers-digital deceit This cyber wall(this cyber wall) Is built to break out or hold The choice is yours(the choice is yours) Will you dream or see what's real Oh...no,no more Just let me be alone with myself These conflicting thoughts increase my doubts I am the queen,I must be loved This so-called 'wall' is there to protect A life controlled by keys,closed off from pain and cold

Follow My Tears

Eddi Reader
I was born in the shadow of the factory I'd be working For me and my brother, there was nowhere else to go I married a local boy in 1947 His hands were rough but his eyes were kind And I knew our love would grow From my eyes to the river From the river to the sea From the sea to the drkening clouds From the sky back down to me Follow my tears.... We sailed for New Zealand, I was carrying our second daughter And there on the dockside, I never knew they were last goodbyes The first time I saw Wellington my heart would not stop racing We had come halfway round the world to start our new lives Now John was an engineer, he worked until the day he died He left me wanting nothing, for thirty years this was our home I am by myself now, the children call me now and then His hands were rough but his eyes were kind And I knew our love would grow From my eyes to the river From the river to the sea From the sea to the drkening clouds From the sky back down to me Follow my tears.... Follow my tears

Silver River Turning

JETHRO TULL "Nightcap"
I walked down that boulder road, Through a child's eye saw places where I used to go. Where I crawled barefoot with a fishing pole to the rock that overlooked that steelhead hole but it's true--silver river turning blue. It was a small town in a smaller world. Just a black dot on an old map with its edges curled. Where they built their industries on the edge of town-- Leaching chemicals from underground now it's true--that silver river turning blue. Just got a late reaction. Face reality and stare it down. Sometimes it's harder hanging on. Much easier to look around. But I need that job. Well, this place no city: we're just small players here. Like a million other heroes drinking poor man's beer. We know what's right. We're just living it wrong. But there's no easy answer in the green man's song. What do you do When your river's turning Blue.

Omnio?

In the Woods "Omnio"
These eyes, do you hide behind these cold blue eyes? I know I want to know The light, driven by the pale blue skies I go where to go Despised, and driven by these echoed eyes I know where to go A sign, written by these tear stained eyes I go do go blurred were my eyelines, hindering... -to touch omnio so let me belong, eat me raw, stick me empty with your hungry claws-bring me light can you feel the tension? set me free from this sleep, leave me be to judge my own creation-bring me love and as I burned my fragile skin -touched omnio All this can not go on anymore, these thorns they tear me to pieces The sign is given your sign is given I am illusioned feed my lust and hunger-my addiction the thought of a naked appearance facing the rest of the world, left me in chaos-a prey without a common address drowning in salt water- can do nothing at all I am left here begging for mercy... In this room; when I found images of poetry; I lost my deed, my shelter and my pain did they leave you unstained? you may swallow all my precious lies you may stay and you may follow me further down the thin and crumbling line I bleed for my loss and hunger -my addiction though the thought of a naked appearance leave in me the wonders and words Can burdens relieve me from slumber in unpleasant worlds? Can the essence of bone regard me re-birth? [bardo] These eyes, did I die behind these cold blue eyes? Did I know where to go? This light, eclipsed in a worn disguise did glow even though my cries were driven by those echoed lies No where to roam Open my eyes, enlightened the child that whispered bardo omnio Let me belong, eat my raw, stick me empty with your hungry claws-bring me light can you feel the tension burning? The soundtrack of our lives, on an early April morning, may be able to re-define the standards of this restless emptiness... Carved out of velvet, draped in truth -to reach omnio Let me be strong, let me draw all the lines that fall upon the floor-bring me life let me feel electric tension I am greater, taller and a thousand times smaller From a ghost that told you where to go to a piece of flesh that need to know And as I turned my fragile skin -I reached omnio I have gathered bricks throughout a lifetime to build a house where I will live The door is where I write these words -the window where I forgive Restlessly I searched the hallway for the truth of yesterday But changes cast their ugly shadows -the basement is there host today is this the omnio I have been searching for?

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