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angels marching
i hear the angels coming but they are taking their time they all decided
to walk here instead of flying on little white feet that our eyes cannot
see traveling inside a snail shell along the boundary and maybe that's
why i cried last night when i walked through the dark i felt the crush
of a pearl beneath my shoe and i bent down to see my own heart shatter
it is the moon that draws then out from underneath decaying leaves the
spring insinuating rebirth turning so they walk the angels do at a molluskan
pace the way our love grew until and angel's tender soul pressed down
and released the truth a flower up from under ground maybe that's why
i cried last night when i walked through the dark i felt the crush of
a pearl beneath my shoe and i bent down to see my own heart shatter i
feel the angels coming but they are taking their time they all decided
to walk here instead of flying
tell your story walking
tell it to the judge man tell it to your motherless reflection in a sock
and one shoe after the great defection she said tell a lie sometimes tell
the truth when it suits you when you've lost your way tell a story tell
your story tell it tell it tell it tell your story to anyone who'll listen
tell your story don't stop talking just tell your story walking listing
through caroll gardens on your way to cobble hill i stopped at a psychic's
dusty wilted windowsill forgot what she told me mostly but i remember
one thing she said you may slip and call some lousy f*** your friend but
in the end you'll come out even then you tell your story tell it tell
it tell it tell your story to anyone who'll listen tell your story don't
stop talking just tell your story walking and it's a sorry frightful thing
when you want to cry but you can't keep from laughing outside the church
that's so quiet it dares you to shout you put a hand to your mouth to
stop the rain you do a saint vitus' dance through the sky you raise your
voice this is your chance you have no choice you tell your story tell
it tell it tell it tell your story to anyone who'll listen tell your story
don't stop talking just tell your story walking
cherry trees
beautiful fragile summer blossoms in a frost open to the world, brief
and lovely a momentary spark leaves in fall fire on the sky blaze our
memory with a visual tattoo to keep at bay the dreary of bleak and cold
and blue but we can keep warm all year long i know how to every each day
through i want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees i
want to do with you what spring does i want to do with you what spring
does with the cherry trees i want to do with you what spring does sometimes
our love is like a mountain solid and steep, grounded in heat and sometimes
we rage like a river cold and fast then quiet and deep we ride the storm
'cause when it's through we have changed and love is new i want to do
with you what spring does with the cherry trees i want to do with you
what spring does i want to do with you what spring does with the cherry
trees i want to do with you what spring does
two points
she said it's a shame about the weather nothing for the blues when the
sky goes grey he said i don't love you anymore baby and he kissed her
anyway i'm starving her she cried maybe we could try but you get so crazy
when you drink he said see those leaves there moving like a thousand hands
i'm beginning to think we can't take it like this and he's gone missing
another heart skitters away over broken words she is crying in advance
and he is doing his dance to go and stay at the same time she said any
two points can make a line but i know i can never make him mine i can
never make him mine i can never make him mine why's it get so complicated
when two people make love i wish i were a bird she cried so you could
fly away no so we could be together with no thoughts of yesterday then
she's gone missing another heart skitters away over broken words now she
is crying in advance and he is doing his dance to go and stay at the same
time she says any two points can make a line but i know i can never make
him mine i can never make him mine i can never make him mine never make
him mine she said it's a shame about the weather nothing for the blues
when the sky goes grey
darkest season the last few golden leaves are clinging tightly to their branches like they don't want to let go like they don't trust what they don't know what they don't know 'cause it's not quite winter and it's not quite fall and even though it's been a year i cannot pass you by not at all i tell myself enough my heart can't feel the reason why must we into the darkest season it's cold getting colder i dreamt last night of being older i looked in the mirror there was so much grey if i saw you tomorrow what would i say what could you say it's not quite winter and it's not quite fall and even though it's been a year i cannot pass you by not at all i tell myself enough my heart can't feel the reason why must we into the darkest season the darkest season it's not that i'm not thankful or grateful for what we've grown it's not that i'm not living my life alright on my own i still feel the empty space i still feel the wind blow through i still thought in any case that i'd always know you it's not quite fall and even though it's been a year i cannot pass you by not at all i tell myself enough my heart can't feel the reason why must we into the darkest season it's cold getting colder i dreamt last night of being older i looked in the mirror there was so much grey if i saw you tomorrow what would i say what could you say it's not quite winter and it's not quite fall and even though it's been a year i cannot pass you by not at all i tell myself enough my heart can't feel the reason why must we into the darkest season
a kinder colombus an open sea by darkest night still deep water and crossing is made by faith starlight the mystery was over shifting oceans and changes in topography in dreams we were swept together when i awoke he was next to me he is my columbus sailed all around my heart opened my assumptions lemons of light in the dark there is nothing i could hold away from him like a native giving gifts received with gentleness he is my kinder columbus dancing down a sidewalk pasta honeysuckle moon such tenderness and his head against mine full blown technicolor my eyes were blind he is my columbus sailed all around my heart opened my assumptions lemons of light in the dark there is nothing i could hold away from him like a native giving gifts received with gentleness he is my kinder columbus he'll never know how much his loving me allowed me to begin i didn't think anyone would want to travel with me all the way in i did not think i would ever discover him he is my columbus sailed all around my heart opened my assumptions lemons of light in the dark there is nothing i could hold away from him like a native giving gifts received with gentleness he is my kinder columbus
ithaka you jump on your white horse you ride over fields of grain and wind if you follow the right course it's gonna take you back again future is rosy blushing the past is pale your heart is a boat set sail you say you need that holy tin cup so you ride on right on with your head high up your thoughts turn but your eyes only see them amazed at your return when they'll all say they love you they love you it's true 'cause you come from the land of forever night and you rode on through and you packed your empty satchels full of their dreams do they love who you are or what you do you may never know and you're on your own now long past the front door you stare in wonder at the sky what is it you are looking for your magic potions your precious jewels are only notions you feel a fool do you want riches do you want fame do you need millions to know you so you don't forget your own name 'cause they'll all say they love you they love you it's true 'cause you come from the land of forever night and you rode on through and you packed your empty satchels full of their dreams do they love who you are or what you do you may never know because they'll all say they love you
vincent sometimes i could see how cutting an ear off might be the most productive and satisfying thing to do because sometimes i feel my insides are heavy as heaven must be on the sky i paint a starry night i seal my heart in the brightest colors i hope someone finds it there and it makes them feel the way i do it could be that would be enough wednesdays he feels just like a lack-a-day trying too hard all week but he's got no money to show so he makes himself squeeze into the pocket of a flock of pants fits just like a rock inside a shoe in everyone he falls right through so he paints a starry night seals his heart in the brightest colors hopes someone finds it there and it makes them cry makes them want to take him home to dinner like a long lost lover like an only child like his younger brother it could be that would be enough sometimes when he feels his insides are heavy as heaven must be on the sky he goes to the familiar emptiness of a blank canvas to fill it with the riches of a lonely poor man he steals into his brushes to make his life amend he paints a starry night seals his heart in the brightest colors hopes someone finds it there and it makes them cry makes them want to take him home for dinner like a long lost lover like an only child like his younger brother like a soul unfurled like his favorite girl out of this cold cold world it could be that would be enough
to the bone can't say goodbye we never really met you just burnt my bed and tore out the stars and kissed my forehead now i am an ache that fell into a hole and you were the sky you opened wide soaked to the bone and so cold i'm so cold i loved being nearer you you said you loved being near me too so why are you determined to run is it still night inside your heart too soon for the sun or do you feel like a rabbit loving a gun never knowing the shot will come and leave you cold leave you cold your smile pierced my skin and traveled out again a rogue bullet passing through every vital organ wish you'd let me in i'm bleeding here outside your door did the snows fall heavy in your house in bedroom to kitchen and you can't find me anymore you're too cold you're too cold can't say goodbye we never really met
how will he find me if i don't stand out like a star among the moons if i am always late and he always walks away too soon i walk the world with a skin so thin i can wear no adequate protection everything comes crashing in if i'm too wide open for this place but not enough for him to recognize my face how will he find me with no one's arms to gather me together how will he find me only held by gravity faded with uncertainty no longer young and not that pretty how will he ever find me it never seems to matter the tears i cry there's a well inside of me that never runs dry from being born i guess and born in life until we die the music and the hope for love keeps me alive still i wonder how will he find me with no one's arms to gather me together how will he find me only held by gravity faded with uncertainty no longer young and not that pretty how will he ever find me and what shall i do with a drunken heart googoo eyes and the troubling hunger reaching forward to trick mirror men leaning out and in again if love is a game how can it be creation and if i'm wasting my time how will he find me how will he find me with no one's arms to gather me together how will he find me only held by gravity faded with uncertainty no longer young and not that pretty how will he ever find me
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