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Time To Go

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I will watch I will watch this flame Dance in my denial guard the dream I believe I believe in this Ghost of a chance I believe I was lucky in love I was skipping in public Idiot-in-the-know spoiled then taught the lesson Trust me Have me Understand--time to go My love you're everywhere I turn my cheek But I remember My mouth is watering I am swallowing a dream I don't want to want to want you anymore. No, no more. I empathize with your reasons But I don't really I don't really I don't really understand I don't want to give it If it just takes away your freedom And I don't want to touch you If all you feel are selfish hands But from where I'm standing it's gonna be a long haul kicking From the heart to the mind it's a long, long distance Trust me have me Understand--time to go I will watch I will watch this flame Dance in my denial guard the dream I believe I believe in this Ghost of a chance I believe.

Galway Bay

John McDermott "When I Grow Too Old To Dream"
Galway Bay : To Uncle Ed, Boston, Mass. If you ever go across the sea to Ireland Then maybe at the closing of your day You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh And see the sun go down on Galway Bay Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream The women in the meadow making hay And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland Are perfumed by the heather as they bloom And the women in the uplands diggin' praties Speak a language that the strangers do not know For the stranger came and tried to teach us their way They scorned us just for being what we are But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams Or light a penny candle from a star And if there's going to be a life hereafter And somehow I am sure there's going to be I will ask my god to let me make my heaven In that dear land across the Irish sea

The Darkest Childe

SOPHIE B. HAWKINS "Timbre"
(You can do it baby... you know you can do it baby) You were always the darkest childe Making all the grown ups sweat Driving both your parents to distraction With the sweetness in your head You're the one who raped your superintendent On the rooftop tied his hands and feet to the fence You sucked his cock and fucked the man immobile You paid your daddy's rent You are the darkest childe You spread your angel wings And fly through the night into the dreams of ancient ruins And make them sing Lost lover shameless girl Bury me in your sultry curls I'm in the wilderness alone Let me kiss you until the dawn Let me put your wilde things on I've been howling in the fog so long You are the darkest childe You have a sacred duty to perform upon this blessed Earth You must cradle those thoughts of the lustful lonely Inside your wicked warmth And you must Get off You are the darkest childe And evil will never stop you And people will mock you and try To pop pop pop you into the market place where you cannot be bought Understood you will be missed There will be sadness For the darkest childe So long So long to the darkest childe Waiting in patient anguish For the scent of someone's wilderness To howl against the smog screen Of accolade smoothies Goose bump burgers and Christ-like fries How long can this world keep fucking itself up the ass Wonders never cease How long would it have to be Anyway Long enough to cause hysteria Wide enough to cause great pain I am in the wilderness alone Oh god Let me kiss you until the dawn Let me put your wilde things on I've been howling in the fog so long

The Artist

ALESANA "The Emptiness"
What is wrong with her eyes? A glossy stare that won't leave me be starts my blood running cold. A gaze that could make hell freeze over... I have to understand she's gone... But she's not! Don't you tell me that she is dead! Watch her lips softly move because she's still whispering to me! ...And something here is not quite right... Skin so cold beneath my touch as I brush back her hair and close her eyes. But I cannot stand to turn away. When I do, she'll be gone... It's frightening... Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door... They'll be here soon. I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding. I wish I'd stop looking behind me. Running now will only make it worse... They'll be here soon. I wish I could shake the awful feeling. I wish my mind would stop... Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me. As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me? Paint abandons canvas. And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch. As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse? I won't... Shaking as I rest her body down. No one knows, only me... It's frightening... Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door... They'll be here soon. I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding. I wish I'd stop looking behind me. Running now will only make it worse... They'll be here soon. I wish I could shake the awful feeling. I wish my mind would stop... Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me. As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me? Paint abandons canvas. And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch. As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse? Why should I even try to stop the collapse? Why should I even try? There's a madman glaring straight at me! Oh I know I've seen his face before... I am sure I've seen his face before... Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me. As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me? Paint abandons canvas. And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch. As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse? I won't...

The Big Badass

Ant Banks
Come here, come here We have to go The island was black do you know ? In my dream we will Now appear Together to be, real life is near My soul had wings after that night The clouds were bending to hang my little dream My emotions like waves reaching the skies How close I am, I feel but I can't see you Oh, sweet curse, Father now I see I have to tell you something, I will come there someday, Wait for me Come here, come here We have to go In that island no one is alone I fell down in a dirty slump In a flower garden Flames from flowers, thorns Killing silence, why I can't see you Father Now I got what you are hiding How could I know what was ? In the waves of your Cerulean Lake I'll swim And death is now past

Rexroth's Daughter

JOAN BAEZ "Dark Chords On A Big Guitar"
Coldest night of the winter working up my farewell In the middle of everything under no particular spell I am dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars Clouds roll in from nebraska dark chords on a big guitar My restlessness is long gone I would stand here like an old jack pine But I'm looking for rexroth's daughter the friend of a friend of mine I can't believe your hands and mouth did all that to me Are so daily naked for all the world to see That thunderstorm in michigan I never will forget We shook right with the thunder & with the pounding rain got wet Where did you turn when you turned from me with your arms across your chest I am looking for rexroth's daughter I saw her in the great northwest Would she have said it was the wrong time if I had found her then I don't want too much a field across the road and a few good friends She used to come & see me but she was always there & gone Even the very longest love does not last too long She'd stand there in my doorway smoothing out her dress & say "this life is a thump-ripe melon--so sweet and such a mess" I wanted to get to know you but you said you were shy I would have followed you anywhere but hello rolled into goodbye I just stood there watching as you walked along the fence Beware of them that look at you as an experience You're back out on the highway with your poems of city heat & I'm looking for rexroth's daughter here on my own side street The murderer who lived next door seemed like such a normal guy-- If you try to follow what they shove at us you run out of tears to cry I heard a man speak quietly I listened for a while He spoke from his heart to my woe & then he bowed & smiled What is real but compassion as we move from birth to death I am looking for rexroth's daughter & I'm running out of breath Spring will come back I know it will & it will do its best So useful so endangered like a lion or a breast I think about my children when I look at any child's face & pray that we will find a way to get with all this amazing grace It's so cold out there tonight so stormy I can hardly see & I'm looking for rexroth's daughter & I guess I always will be

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