JOHN DENVER lyrics - Spirit

Pegasus

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(Henry/Denver) Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me, tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea. Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind, Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin. A kid knows what he wants to be before he's nine or ten, cowboys, clowns and men of war, someone else's friend. But nine grows into big boy's pants and then to scars and pain. Twenty's fast and hard as nails but doesn't come again. There's days to fall and days to rise and days for making haste. Days for seeking out yourself but no days you can waste. Night times filled with love so good it aches to rest it down. Endless hallways dark with sleep and rivers dark with sound. Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me, tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea. Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind, Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin. Children climbing on my arms, pigeons on my head. Get thee up my little man and dream a dream instead. Dream a dream of rocking chairs and flying through the night. Then dream until the morning's gone and turned the dark to light. Then come and get your daddy if he hasn't blown away. Rock him in your children's hands and help him find his way. Take him to your hiding place and let him come inside, he'll never tell your secret, cross my heart and hope to die. Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me, tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea. Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind, Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin. Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.

Gulf Winds

JOAN BAEZ "Gulf Winds"
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets at night at the edge of a local square It's only that I'm here tonight thinking I was there There are high winds on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me Striding like Thalia's ghost south on the murky sea And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a Persian child And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico When I was young my eyes were wise, my father was good to me Instead of having a flock of sons he had two other girls and me And if we had used our Spanish names, here's the way they'd run Thalia, Margarita and Juanita, I'm the middle one. The screen door kept the demons in as we moved from town to town It's hard to be a princess in the States when your skin is brown And mama smoothed my worried brow as I leaned on the kitchen door Why do you carry the weight, she said, of the world and maybe more? And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico My grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the line My father preached in his parents' church when he was ten years and nine And mama dressed in parishoners' clothes and didn't believe in hell Her daddy fought the DAR, if he'd lived I'd have known him well They said go find a Sunday School, we must have tried them all I never stole from the silver plate, my sisters had more gall One preacher said sing out loud and clear, it's the only life you've got And the next one said be good on earth, you've another life at the feet of God And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico My father turned down many a job just to give us something real It's hard to be a scientist in the States when you've got ideals And mama kept the budget book, she kept the garden, too Bought fish from the man on Thursday, fed all of us and strangers, too But time will pass and so, alas, will most of what we know Though tonight my memory's eye is clear as the story's being told And I'll play ball with the underdog and sit with the child who's wrong Be still when the earth is silent and sing when my strength is gone And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico Now father's going to India sometime in the fall They tried to stay together but you just can't do it all I'll think about him if he goes, there's a little grey in his hair Though not much because he's Mexican, they don't age, they just prepare And if he goes to India I'll miss him most of all He'll see me in the mudlarks' face, hear me in the beggar's call And mama will stay home, I guess, and worry if she did wrong And I'll say a prayer for both of them and sing them both my song And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico  1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)

Little Bombardier

DAVID BOWIE "David Bowie"
War made him a soldier Little Frankie Mear Peace left him a loser The little bombardier Lines of worry appeared with age Unskilled hands that knew no trade Spent his time in the picture house The little bombardier Frankie drank his money The little that he made Told his woes to no man Friendless, lonely days Then one day, in the ABC Four bright eyes gazed longingly At the ice-cream in the hand of The little bombardier Sunshine entered our Frankie's days Gone his worries, his hopeless maze His life was fun and his heart was full of joy Two young children had changed his aims He gave them toffees and played their games He brought them presents with every coin he made Then two gentlemen called on him Asked him for his name Why was he friends with the children Were they just a game? Leave them alone or we'll get sore We've had blokes like you in the station before The hand of authority said no more To the little bombardier Packed his bags, his heart in pain Wiped a tear and caught a train Not to be seen in the town again The little bombardier

Analogue Logic

ACTION ACTION "An Army Of Shapes Between Wars"
We are the locust; Annihilate your redemption. We are clever, clever lines, But the science is in the time, Of the delivery, Spaced in sporadic time. If you jump in, I will jump in too. Who will save your soul? If you strike the match, Then I'll let it shower over you, Drink down the chemicals. I am the future, Am the scene, I am the logic, I am the dream. Flying on borrowed wings. Build it up, Just sit back and relax, Burn away. Flying on borrowed wings. (We are just shadows, Take advantage of this ego trip. Let's dream to make our movies, Lets make our movies of our dreams. Starring in our own little scripts, Just take advantage of this ego trip. Who would play your role, An intelligent unknown? Or an up and comer? Or a blockbust hero?) I am the fever, Just expired on the inside, And I am itching for the trigger, Or I am waiting to detonate all over you, Please, please, you decide. Time is the dark spot on all of our lungs, Salvation, or defecation? I am your church, your science, your imaginary savior. All hail the game of chance! I am the future, Am the scene, I am the logic, I am the dream. Flying on borrowed wings. Build it up, Just sit back and relax, Burn away. Flying on borrowed wings. This is the worst trip, This is the worst trip, This is emergency, So go, go, go, go, Back and get it. [x6]

Natural Anthem

NEIL YOUNG
Oh, Mother Earth, With your fields of green Once more laid down by the hungry hand How long can you give and not receive And feed this world ruled by greed And feed this world ruled by greed. Oh, ball of fire In the summer sky Your healing light, your parade of days Are they betrayed by the men of power Who hold this world in their changing hands They hold the world in their changing hands. Oh, freedom land Can you let this go Down to the streets where the numbers grow Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways Or trade away our children's days Or trade away our children's days. Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways Or trade away our children's days.

Mother Earth (Natural Anthem)

NEIL YOUNG
Oh, Mother Earth, With your fields of green Once more laid down by the hungry hand How long can you give and not receive And feed this world ruled by greed And feed this world ruled by greed. Oh, ball of fire In the summer sky Your healing light, your parade of days Are they betrayed by the men of power Who hold this world in their changing hands They hold the world in their changing hands. Oh, freedom land Can you let this go Down to the streets where the numbers grow Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways Or trade away our children's days Or trade away our children's days. Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways Or trade away our children's days.

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