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from The Crow (크로우) [omnibus, ost] (1994)
We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies. Sometimes you can barely tell the difference between darkness and light. Do you have faith in what we believe? The truest test is when we cannot, when we cannot see. I hear pounding feet in the, in the streets below, and the, and the women crying and the, and the children know that there, that there's something wrong, and it's hard to belive that love will prevail. Oh it won't rain all the time. The sky won't fall forever. And though the night seems long, your tears won't fall forever. Oh, when I'm lonely, I lie awake at night and I wish you were here. I miss you. Can you tell me is there something more to belive in? Or is this all there is? In the pounding feet, in the, In the streets below, and the, And the window breaks and, And a woman falls, there's, There's something wrong, it's, It's so hard to belive that love will prevail. Oh it won't rain all the time. The sky won't fall forever. And though the night seems long, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall forever. Last night I had a dream. You came into my room, you took me into your arms. Whispering and kissing me, and telling me to still belive. But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which we see our darkest of sadness. Until I felt safe and warm. I fell asleep in your arms. When I awoke I cried again for you were gone. Oh, can you hear me? It won't rain all the time. The sky won't fall forever. And though the night seems long, your tears won't fall forever. It won't rain all the time The sky won't fall forever. And though the night seems long, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall forever. |
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from The L Word Season Vol.2 (엘 워드 시즌 2편) [ost] (2006)
maybe it was to learn how to love
maybe it was to learn how to leave maybe it was for the games we played maybe it was to learn how to choose maybe it was to learn how to lose or maybe it was for the love we made oh, love is everything they said it would be love made sweet and sad the same but love forgot to make me too blind to see you're chickening out aren't you? you're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum i can't wait 'til you make the whole kingdom come so i'm leaving maybe it was to learn how to fight maybe it was for the lesson in pride maybe it was for the cowboys' ways or maybe it was to learn not to lie or maybe it was to learn how to cry or maybe it was for the love we made oh, love is everything they said it would be love did not hold back the reins but love forgot to make me too blind to see you're chickening out aren't you? you're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum i can't wait 'til you make the whole kingdom come so i'm leaving first he turns to you then he turns to her so you try to hurt him back but it breaks your body down so you try to love bigger bigger still but it... it's too late so take a lesson from the strangeness you feel and know you'll never be the same and find it in your heart to kneel down and say i gave my love didn't i? and i give it big...sometimes and i gave it in my own sweet time i'm just leaving love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... |
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from Jane Siberry - Bound By The Beauty (1989)
I'm bound by the fire
I'm bound by the beauty I'm bound by desire I'm bound by the duty I'm coming back in 500 years And the first thing I'm gonna do when I get back here Is to see these things I love And they'd better be here, better be here, better be here And first I'm going to find a forest And stand there in the trees And kiss the fragrant forest floor And lie down in the leaves And listen to the birds sing The sweetest sound you'll ever hear And everything the dappled Everything the birds Everything the earthness Everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant, the verdant green I'm bound by the fire I'm bound by the beauty I'm bound by desire I'm bound by the duty I'm coming back in 500 years And the first thing I'm gonna do when I get back here Is to see these things I love And they'd better be here, better be here, better be here And then I'm going to find an open field And lie down in the flowers And then I'm going to find a guitar And play, play, play for hours And then I'm going to find a river To see what kind of body in And everything the granite Everything the kiss Everything the earthness Everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant, the verdant dream I'm bound by the beauty I'm bound by desire I'm bound to keep returning I'm bound by the beauty |
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from Jane Siberry - Bound By The Beauty (1989)
somethin' 'bout trains
somethin' 'bout love somethin' 'bout this old Earth and the way it looks from up above somethin' 'bout satellites somethin' 'bout down below somethin' 'bout the hissing of that old steam iron as you press your clothes beam it up beam itvdown across the world from town to town most of the time when I'm walking the line I'm looking at the ground but every time I hear that whistle blowing every time I hear that old black crow every time I hear that whistle blowing I find myself a-shivering in my soul somethin' 'bout love when things go wrong when you can't find the one that you love you keep movin' on you walk the lonely valley you walk the line alone but this old Earth is always there you don't feel so alone beam it up beam it down across the world from town to town most of the time when I'm walking the line I'm looking at the ground but every time I hear that whistle blowing... but you wake up in the middlevof the night and a train whistle blows and a dog barks and something's not quite right and the cry is sent up from this Earth into the silent sky beam it up beam it down across the world from town to town most of the time when I'm walking the line I'm looking at the ground but every time I hear that whistle blowing every time I hear that old black crow every time I hear that whistle blowing I find myself a-shivering in my soul somethin' 'bout trains somethin' 'bout love somethin' 'bout this old Earth and the way it looks tonight |
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from Jane Siberry - Bound By The Beauty (1989)
Winter time and the frozen river
Sunday afternoon They're playing hockey on the frozen river Rosie...! You skate as fast as you can 'til you hit the snowbank (that's how you stop) And you buy your sweater through the catalogue Sailing on Rosie...! You'll have that scar on your chin forever you know Looks bad now, but someday your girlfriend will say "Hey, what...?" You might look out the window... Or not Don't let those Sunday afternoons Get away get away get away get away Break away break away break away break away This stick was signed by Jean Belliveau so don't f**kin' tell me where to f**kin' go... f**k f**k f**k f**k! Sunday afternoon Hey, your dog just stole the puck- ahh... not my dog You get it - your turn They rioted in the streets of Montreal when they benched Rocket Richard, and that is true bona fide Canadian history, that's what really counts That's what we're all about Don't let those Sunday afternoons Get away get away get away get away Break away break away break away break away You use your rubber boots for goal-posts and you're so proud of that, cause they're your boots that they're usin' that... Oh... walkin' home There's some people fishin' in those fishin' huts down the river Smoking big cigars and telling stories of long ago Rosie...! The sun is setting on the frozen river And the willow trees with their long fingers hanging over the banks and somewhere far away in a distant memory is a little boy sittin' on a log with bare feet, bruised knees fishin' fishin' dreamin' of one day... one day They're playin' hockey on the frozen river The wind is dying down Don't let those Sunday afternoons Don't let those Sunday afternoons Get away |
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from Jane Siberry - Bound By The Beauty (1989)
everything reminds me of my dog
the guy in the store reminds me of my dog telephones remind me of my dog...yoohoo taxicabs remind me too if you remind me of my dog we'll probably git along little doggie git along git along little doggie git a... smiling at strangers reminds me of my dog (better let them know you're friendly) the way people dress reminds me too pissing on their favourite tree sad things remind me of my dog cockroaches and other insects remind me too, don't eat them the blank expression of the little boy with thick glasses who picks himself up from the sidewalk and stands there blinking in the sun ho oh! if you remind me of my dog we'll probably git along little doggie git along git along little doggie git a... like the man on the subway sitting across from me and every time I looked at him he smiled and by the time I got to the end of the subway line I 'd given him at least ...oh...25 cookies guys in bars remind me of my dog the way it takes you so long to choose the perfect table if you remind me of my dog we'll probably git along little doggie git along git along little doggie git a... me and my ferocious dog we're walking down the street and everyone we meet says "ach yer a goot doogie !... "ach yer a goot doogie!..." "ach yer a goot doogie!..." except when we go for a walk to get the Sunday paper I stand there and read the headlines he reads the wind sometimes he hits a funny smell and laughs I hate it when he does that- I feel so dumb what? what? I say everything reminds me of my dog beautiful things sunsets remind me of my dog Gina go to your window Einstein reminds me of me dog I want to pat his fluffy head this whole world reminds me of my dog my dog reminds me of this whole world do I remind you of a dog? (thump thump) I do? (faster thump thump) skyscrapers remind me of my dog sitting in the tall grass waiting for a rabbit guys in red cameros too it's getting to be a habit artists remind me of my dog staking out their originality on the nearest tree old folks remind me of my dog my dog reminds old people of their dogs (Barfy, Ruffo, Beanhead) Gina says I remind her of the dog the that way I just did that golfers teeing off remind me of my dog the way he sits by me and shifts on his front paws what is it you want? look at it... do you want to go for a walk? do you want a cookie? do you want me to dial the number for you? |
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from Jane Siberry - Bound By The Beauty (1989)
I live in the hills
You live in the valleys And all that you know Are these blackbirds You rise every morning Wondering what in the world Will the world bring today Will it bring you joy or will it take it away? And every step you take is guided by The love of the light upon the land And the blackbird's cry You will walk in good company The valley is dark The burgeoning holding The stillness obscured by their judging You walk through the shadows Uncertain and surely hurting Deserted by the blackbirds And the staccato of the staff And though you trust the light Towards which you wend your way Sometimes you feel all that you wanted Has been taken away You will walk in good company I love the best of you You love the best of me Though it is not always easy Lovely? Lonely? We will walk in good company The shepherd upright and flowing You see... |
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from Jane Siberry - Bound By The Beauty (1989)
you watch the slow train moving
through the city late at night adjusting back and forth against the darkness and street lights I know that you're feeling bad but I'm glad you didn't lie easy to get caught up...but you know you can always you can always you can always walk away the life is the red wagon rolling along the life is the red wagon simple and strong the life is the red...is the red... oh, it's no big deal but when the feet are draggin' you pull me and I pull for you you pull me and I pull for you past the teeming marketplace and the blur of faces there past the silent dockyards and the darkness looming there maybe it won't work this time but that's the risk you take (and you want to take it) and just as long as it feels right doesn't matter just as long as... doesn't matter ...gotta feel good even though you don't know why the life is the red wagon rolling along the life is the red wagon simple and strong the life is the red...is the red... oh, it's no big deal but when the feet are draggin' you pull me and i pull for you you pull me and i pull for you the life is the red wagon simple and strong. |
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from Jane Siberry - Bound By The Beauty (1989)
someone's mother falls to the sidewalk
on the next street someone looks up in the cathedral a burst of laughter in another city the pigeons fly up and scatter. someone puts down in a New York subway a newspaper picked up in Australia for each event the inarticulate glory the equal and opposite will tell the story HALF ANGEL HALF EAGLE ONE EYE ON THE WORLD HALF ANGEL HALF EAGLE ONE EYE ON THE WORLD BE READY five intelligent minds huddled in a fancy restaurant all that brain power bent on..... WHAT SHALL I? WHAT SHALL I?... one lone car cruising the warehouse district one lone figure shuffling along the wall two shadows leaning from the backseat window someone's mother is about to fall f**kinghonkyniggerjewwaspjapdagofag f**kinghomelesspreacherdykecabbief**kingunionscab GET OUT GO BACK A STORM IS COMING (a shudder in the colour of the warehouse wall) HALF ANGEL HALF EAGLE ONE EYE ON THE WORLD HALF ANGEL HALF EAGLE ONE EYE ON THE WORLD BE READY have a good time but don't relax have a good time but be on guard you don't need that much not that much get the wings up ready to go get the wings up ready to go what shall I? what shall I? a shudder in the colour of the warehouse wall |
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from Jane Siberry - Bound By The Beauty (1989)
la jalouse
I said no la jalouse I told you to go you trick me with all your lies trick me 'til I'm on your side drag me into your stinking pit jalouse don't cry (baby) just get out and never come back la jalouse mon amie mon contre amie mon amie mon contre amie la jalouse I told you to go something you said tipped me off to who you were we were talking in the kitchen I closed my eyes I put the glass down I knocked the table over then I I grabbed your shoulders then I I threw you as hard as ever la jalouse where would you go anyway (here, have some wine) la jalouse let's talk about old...let's review some things you made me crazy lose my mind now I can't remember why I don't even like the guy |
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from Jane Siberry - Bound By The Beauty (1989)
I could've been Miss Punta Blanca
I could've but I didn't want ta I think I could've been a winner if I'd gone dancing after dinner I could've rhumba'd by the poolside I could've samba'd with the tour guide instead I took a motorcycle ride with my friend Mike this guy I really like he rents the motorbikes so light me a cigar my love and tell me your name (I... I know your name) let's...pour me a drink now let's have a toast to who we really are and I'll sing you a song right in your ear on this beautiful Cuban moonlit night oh...mm I need another...another light I could've been Miss Punta Blanca I could've but I didn't want ta I could've but I said no thank ya I said I didn't want ta anyways, it was Ruby who won the contest and two hours later she was passed out by the pool |
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from Jane Siberry - When I Was A Boy (1993)
mmm...gimme
mmm...gimme mmm...gimme mmm...gimme mmm...gimme mmm...gimme you call that hard? mmm...gimme you call this cold? mmm...gimme that's nothing come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on let me into your temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on I want into your temple mmm...gimme mmm...gimme mmm...gimme come on come on mmm...gimme you call that far? mmm...gimme you call that hot? you call that darkness? mmm...gimme well, it's not come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on let me into a temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on I want into the temple the temple the temple the temple come on come on come on come on stop. mmm...gimme I mean....go mmm...gimme mmm...gimme you call that loving? mmm...gimme you call that rain? mmm...gimme you call that giving? mmm...gimme you call this pain? mmm...gimme you call that rough? mmm...gimme you call that sad? mmm...gimme you call that tough? well, it's not tough enough come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on let me into your temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on I want into your temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on let me into the temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on I want into the temple |
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from Jane Siberry - When I Was A Boy (1993)
Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah
Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla Santa, Santos, Miroslaw, Vladimir and all the rest Oh, a man is placed upon the steps, and a baby cries and high above you can hear the church bells start to ring and as the heaviness, oh the heaviness, the body settles in somewhere you can hear a mother sing then it's one foot then the other as you step out onto the road of hope step out on the road how much weight? how much? then it's how long? and how far? and how many times oh, before it's too late? calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one don't leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we're tryin' and we're hopin' but we're not sure how... ah, and every day you gaze upon the sunset with such love and intensity why it's ah, it's almost as if you could only crack the code then you'd finally understand what this all means ah, but if you could...do you think you would trade in all, all the pain and suffering? ah, but then you'd miss the beauty of the light upon this earth and the sweetness of the leaving calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one don't leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we're tryin' and we're hopin' but we're not sure... calling all angels calling all angels calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one walk me through this one don't leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we're tryin' we're hopin' we're hurtin' we're lovin' we're cryin' we're callin' cause we're not sure how this goes |
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from Jane Siberry - When I Was A Boy (1993)
maybe it was to learn how to love
maybe it was to learn how to leave maybe it was for the games we played maybe it was to learn how to choose maybe it was to learn how to lose or maybe it was for the love we made oh, love is everything they said it would be love made sweet and sad the same but love forgot to make me too blind to see you're chickening out aren't you? you're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum i can't wait 'til you make the whole kingdom come so i'm leaving maybe it was to learn how to fight maybe it was for the lesson in pride maybe it was for the cowboys' ways or maybe it was to learn not to lie or maybe it was to learn how to cry or maybe it was for the love we made oh, love is everything they said it would be love did not hold back the reins but love forgot to make me too blind to see you're chickening out aren't you? you're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum i can't wait 'til you make the whole kingdom come so i'm leaving first he turns to you then he turns to her so you try to hurt him back but it breaks your body down so you try to love bigger bigger still but it... it's too late so take a lesson from the strangeness you feel and know you'll never be the same and find it in your heart to kneel down and say i gave my love didn't i? and i give it big...sometimes and i gave it in my own sweet time i'm just leaving love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... |
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from Jane Siberry - When I Was A Boy (1993)
love is trembling - trembling like the little bird we hold within our hands
love is bending - bending towards the worried brow - here, let me wipe away your tears love is kneeling - above the broken body the ever-upturned face love is missing all the words are broken, help me i cannot find my way, no, i can't i need you love, come on love will you sail 'cross the water and lay your wisdom down? and love will you sail 'cross the water and tell us what you found? and love will you sail 'cross the water and hold us when we drown? and love will you sail 'cross the water? is anybody listening...? love is trembling - trembling like the leaves above the baby's bed love is streaming - streaming with the tears that we cannot seem to shed love is frozen - frozen in the figure they just pulled from the subway grate love is a burning - burning with the anger that we all feel, against which we kneel, our faces pressed into the lap of loneliness, come on love will you sail 'cross the water and lay your wisdom down? and love will you sail 'cross the water and tell us what you found? and love will you sail 'cross the water and hold us when we drown? and love will you sail 'cross the water? are we not willing? are we not trying? are we not trusting? are we not crying? are we not children? are we not stumbling? are we not wondering? are we not? oh, sail 'cross the water and lay your wisdom down? and love will you sail 'cross the water and tell us what you found? and love will you sail 'cross the water and hold us when we drown? and love will you sail 'cross the water? are we not willing? are we not bending? are we not frozen? are we not trembling? are we not children? are we not trying? are we not wondering? are we not? Oh Oh love is trembling... love is trembling... love is trembling... love is trembling... |
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from Jane Siberry - When I Was A Boy (1993)
and how many of us will there be?
more than we are now and where will we came from? the rivers, the oceans the ends of the darkest inlets, the lightest coloured seas. would not would not be enough would not be enough to match the fever in my soul and the fervor in my heart and the darkness that I feel as I'm goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' down and how many of us? and how many of us will there be? all the candles in the world would not be enough to match the burning in my soul and the fever in my heart count the places of devotion count the altars of despair as we're goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' down and how many of us will be there be? and how many of us? all the candles in the world would not be enough to match the burning in our souls and the fever in our hearts and the fervor in our eyes as we're hoping and we're praying and we're setting out into the streets the back streets of the world and a prayer going up and a prayer going down and the darkened eaves the pigeons and the candlelight processions on the streets down below as we're searching and we're seeking and we're goin' goin' forgive us Lord we're goin' goin' down goin' down on our knees amen ??? |
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from Jane Siberry - When I Was A Boy (1993)
and when he came i fell into his deepest eyes
and begged the difference between love and open... come on give your love to me the first time i leaned over you and looked into your eyes i said to myself this is what it must be like to have everything you'd ever want and a voice inside my head said...GO... I AM... i give you everything Kaikobad, Kaliere, Pehlevi and in-between sweet sweet incarnadine, incarnadine sweet sweet sweet incarnadine come let your love rain down on me again when you said that it would feel like this the love potion the razor's edge the open sesame of the kiss i swear it was all i felt i swear it was all i heard and then, and then we began to pray bless this union, make us whole, give me strength to let him go, give us fire and give us flow to always love like this the never idle pressing silent confessing the endless versions of the lonely heart when we love like we love and we want like we want and then we cry like a child never like this never like this never like this and when he came i fell into his deepest eyes and begged the difference between love and open... |
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from Jane Siberry - When I Was A Boy (1993)
I know there's a place that you call your own
and you're safe and warm and you feel like you're home and the peace of it and the faith involved and you go to say...but there's no need to explain it still you try and then you see that it's okay. you're on your own I see you lookin' around at the people on the street well, things aren't what they seem. if you push them hard enough you'll find that most of them do not feel worthy of love now how did this come to be? oh, my sweet sweet darlin' yes? look at me, you're telling me you can't pierce the darkness into the light? yes. can you see me? no, I can't... can you see the figure standing on your right? nobody. it's just darkness... it's just darkness... come on, I know you understand. i'm trying... Oh i'm trying... Oh Oh ??? love, will you let us know when it's time when we can leave this darkness behind? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah oh, my sweet sweet darlin'... wait... you know when you open up your eyes? oh, I'm afraid there wont be anyone there. i'm beaming you all this light. wait. something's happening... who is it? is it? i'm holding my sweet mama in my arms is she dying? no, I think she's just been born and she looks so... sweet... i know there's a place that you call your own... and she looks so... hopeful safe and warm... and she looks so... trusting and you feel like you're home... she doesn't know how hard... I see you lookin' around at the people on the street well, things aren't what they seem. if you push them hard enough you'll find that most of them do not feel worthy of love now how did this come to be? I know there's a place that you call your own |
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from Jane Siberry - When I Was A Boy (1993)
At the beginning of time
Before there were waves We'd sit in our boats We'd float there all day And there weren't any waves 'cause there wasn't any wind 'cause there wasn't any sun We were waiting for the world to begin We were waiting in the darkness Each in our own boat Each in our own thoughts Sometimes you could hear people Talking amongst themselves but... (someone had a boat with wheels and I said You're a bit early but I know how you feel) But mostly it was just silence And the silence only broken by The absence of the clinking of the masts And every now and then a bird would not fly by And someone would look up and say What wasn't that ? We were waiting in the darkness And one night (or was it day?) I was awoken from a dream I was dreaming of someplace like I'd never been And I heard someone say Someone's fallen in and they can't swim So I leaned out and I pulled them in And he was holding his head And it was huge and shaped like a fish And he slid down to the crook of the keel And when I was sure he'd fallen asleep I fell back to my reverie We were waiting waiting waiting Waiting in the darkness And you know what I miss most about that time? It was the quality of blackness It was soft somehow In the absence of fear You could take it into your mouth And send it out through your teeth My dear But the silence... Oh, if I could go back to those times I'd take that silence there I'd take it into myself and bring it back to you And this is what I'd say Waiting in the darkness At the beginning of time Before there were waves We'd sit in our boats We'd float there all day (or was it night?) And there weren't any waves 'cause there wasn't any wind 'cause there wasn't any sun We were waiting for the world to begin We were waiting for the world to begin Now? No. |
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from Jane Siberry - When I Was A Boy (1993)
maybe it was to learn how to love
maybe it was to learn how to leave maybe it was for the games we played maybe it was to learn how to choose maybe it was to learn how to lose or maybe it was for the love we made oh, love is everything they said it would be love made sweet and sad the same but love forgot to make me too blind to see you're chickening out aren't you? you're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum i can't wait 'til you make the whole kingdom come so i'm leaving maybe it was to learn how to fight maybe it was for the lesson in pride maybe it was for the cowboys' ways or maybe it was to learn not to lie or maybe it was to learn how to cry or maybe it was for the love we made oh, love is everything they said it would be love did not hold back the reins but love forgot to make me too blind to see you're chickening out aren't you? you're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum i can't wait 'til you make the whole kingdom come so i'm leaving first he turns to you then he turns to her so you try to hurt him back but it breaks your body down so you try to love bigger bigger still but it... it's too late so take a lesson from the strangeness you feel and know you'll never be the same and find it in your heart to kneel down and say i gave my love didn't i? and i give it big...sometimes and i gave it in my own sweet time i'm just leaving love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... |
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from Until The End Of The World (이 세상 끝까지) [ost] (1997)
Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah
Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla Santa, Santos, Miroslaw, Vladimir and all the rest Oh, a man is placed upon the steps, and a baby cries and high above you can hear the church bells start to ring and as the heaviness, oh the heaviness, the body settles in somewhere you can hear a mother sing then it's one foot then the other as you step out onto the road of hope step out on the road how much weight? how much? then it's how long? and how far? and how many times oh, before it's too late? calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one don't leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we're tryin' and we're hopin' but we're not sure how... ah, and every day you gaze upon the sunset with such love and intensity why it's ah, it's almost as if you could only crack the code then you'd finally understand what this all means ah, but if you could...do you think you would trade in all, all the pain and suffering? ah, but then you'd miss the beauty of the light upon this earth and the sweetness of the leaving calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one don't leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we're tryin' and we're hopin' but we're not sure... calling all angels calling all angels calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one walk me through this one don't leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we're tryin' we're hopin' we're hurtin' we're lovin' we're cryin' we're callin' cause we're not sure how this goes |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
I was on a train
Somewhere in Spain Sometime in the night I drew up my knees In second class And watched in the blue light Strangers beside me Strangers across from me They've closed their eyes So far away from home The empty stations echo As we go dreaming by I miss you like crazy I wish that you were here Holding me So many times I see something I want to show you Like the crazy man Crying on his violin I game him two drachmas for you And every city square Pigeons everywhere Fountains and painters I sit upon the step My chin upon my knees I watch lovers go by I miss you like crazy I wish that you were here Holding me Because you give me peace You give me hope I love you Of course--there are other men Sharing in the sways and bends Of Paris and Rome And though I do not know Exactly what the difference is I never asked them home It made me realize How beautiful and strange Is the bird of love It flies so differently Cries so differently From the bird of whatever the other |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
I'm going to take a rope
and put it over her shoulders and head for the river and practice on boulders and when she's real good I'm going to build a big ramp and me and that bovine gonna vacate this camp fly now across the hills everyone's watching gonna give them a thrill so pound up that ramp your hooves sound like thunder I'm Zeus - you're Pegasus we're a six-legged wonder it's our key to success we'll be famous world over I'll make lots of money and you'll have sweet clover fly now across the sky fetlocks a-flappin' it's just you and I and I won't tell the airforce about my schemes I know they'd abuse you for their flying machines and the farmers will curse me when their cows take off from the fields no meat for their markets no milk for their meals fly now across the hills everyone's watching gonna give them a thrill so don't let me down oh, bovine be risen come on, sweet Bessie be just like my vision don't back away Bessie if you pull I'll push and we'll weave a nice sine wave up over the bush fly now across the hills fetlocks a-flappin' the earth's standing still fly now up in the sky Bessie sweet Bessie it's just you and I |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
it's clear to me now
I understand a jump of cards in an idle man's hand ohhh...you're sleeping this is the story of your leaving I can win you with reason I can make you agree the way that I love you it only makes sense that you love me but down through the sad facts I'm sifting you did not think this without help from me I've called a taxi it's coming at dawn I said send the best one it's a long, long, lonely ride to find the perfect lover for your lover and the morning light is breaking I thought I heard someone screaming outside but it was just a bus pulling away love is a strange thing it depends what one gives and sometimes to give means give someone away ohhh ... you're sleeping the same sad pillow said you're leaving I move with your breathing I breathe with your beauty your sweet heaviness your deep voice your soft neck I press my face ...did you call me?... it's only the trees outside flailing it's only the sirens that are wailing hurry up driver you're going too slow can't you go faster it's a long, long, lonely ride to find the perfect lover for your lover and the morning light is breaking and then you realize you are alone and your skin against the cold metal of awareness you fall into a deeper dreamless slumber and a stranger enters the room and is struck by the transparency of your cheeks and then your arms and hands and wonders at the waxen figure and walks out again the stranger walks out into the street watching cars pass and people cross and scenery change he sees a palm frond thinks how ugly - is surprised by the violence of the thought looks again at it feels nothing and walks on a deep and dreamless slumber where only the slow pulse in the waxen temples keeps vigil |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
"Is it lasting?", and in asking, the sphere becomes a line
A dotted line, and to follow it, you must make a jump each time A dotted page, a dotted hillside, a blast of dots A blind reader and a flock of sheep and a blast of trumpet shots Here All we have here is sky All the sky is, is blue All that blue is, is one more colour now A basket of apples by the back door beneath the sweater pegs The autumn leaves lift along the street a pair of dancing legs Same as the vendor who likes to sing as loudly as he can And all he says is, "It suits me fine, that's the way I am" Here All we have here is sky All the sky is, is blue All that blue is, is one more colour now I've seen this thing you won't believe Why, it's big, bigger than the biggest trees High as the mountains, wide as the widest skies And that's both sides Well, at least as big as me Speak a little softer, and work a little louder, shoot less with more care And sing a little sweeter, and love a little longer, and soon you will be there Here All we have here is sky All the sky is, is blue All that blue is, is one more colour One more colour One more colour now These are some reasons, the same as the seasons, they hold and then they fly The goatless ledge 'neath the honkless geese in the speckless sky The speckless sky I hear you I hear you I hear you |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
red high heels
is the way I feels got the sways and reels going home red high heels and the church bells peal cross the snowy fields going home I walk down these aisles nobody's here - just me and the birds in the belfry murmuring murmuring I took all your letters strung together a white river of love and kneeling trailing trailing well, I don't know I'm on my own again start alone end alone so my love maybe I'm glad I met you on the way... I walk up these aisles nobody's here-just me and the doves up above me murmuring murmuring where could you be now? could you be that far? are you still thinking of me... listening listening well, I don't care if I'm on my own again start alone end alone so my love I guess I'm glad I met you on the way... red high heels... I walk down these aisles nobody's here-trust me is it already gone now? and the bells start to ring better get outside before they arrive ('scuse me) merry Christmas and Easter snow falling falling well, I don't care if I'm on my own again start alone end alone so my love I guess I'm glad I met you on the way... red high heels is the way I feels got the sways and reels going home red high heels and the church bells peal and the children steal going home red high heels is the way I feels and I teeter off cross the parking lot I could steal your heart but I don't know who... I could make you mine such a tall street light love is what I say it won't go away la la lala... maybe I'll lie down here and watch the stars awhile and these red high heels I can still see them they're the only thing that's real in these frozen fields yeah yeah... |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
so I go down to the lobby
and everybody stares they say take off that foolish hat what man? I say so I go down to the lobby and everybody stares they say take off that foolish hat put down that chair so I go down to the lobby and everyone's still there and they say the snow is getting deeper don't go out there you can't leave him like that go back upstairs so I run down the fire-escape I leap into the air and I say - I thought I'd like to fly I needed air so I run down the main street I knock some people down and they say...I know their lips are moving I hear no sound five geese flew down beside me I ran along I don't know what you're saying I'm not unfair so I go down to the lobby and everyone's still there and they say take off that foolish hat put down that chair and they say this is your darkest hour this is my finest moment you can't leave him like that he'll be okay. so I go down to the lobby I know it... I know it... |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
I'm bound by the fire
I'm bound by the beauty I'm bound by desire I'm bound by the duty I'm coming back in 500 years And the first thing I'm gonna do when I get back here Is to see these things I love And they'd better be here, better be here, better be here And first I'm going to find a forest And stand there in the trees And kiss the fragrant forest floor And lie down in the leaves And listen to the birds sing The sweetest sound you'll ever hear And everything the dappled Everything the birds Everything the earthness Everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant, the verdant green I'm bound by the fire I'm bound by the beauty I'm bound by desire I'm bound by the duty I'm coming back in 500 years And the first thing I'm gonna do when I get back here Is to see these things I love And they'd better be here, better be here, better be here And then I'm going to find an open field And lie down in the flowers And then I'm going to find a guitar And play, play, play for hours And then I'm going to find a river To see what kind of body in And everything the granite Everything the kiss Everything the earthness Everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant, the verdant dream I'm bound by the beauty I'm bound by desire I'm bound to keep returning I'm bound by the beauty |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
everything reminds me of my dog
the guy in the store reminds me of my dog telephones remind me of my dog...yoohoo taxicabs remind me too if you remind me of my dog we'll probably git along little doggie git along git along little doggie git a... smiling at strangers reminds me of my dog (better let them know you're friendly) the way people dress reminds me too pissing on their favourite tree sad things remind me of my dog cockroaches and other insects remind me too, don't eat them the blank expression of the little boy with thick glasses who picks himself up from the sidewalk and stands there blinking in the sun ho oh! if you remind me of my dog we'll probably git along little doggie git along git along little doggie git a... like the man on the subway sitting across from me and every time I looked at him he smiled and by the time I got to the end of the subway line I 'd given him at least ...oh...25 cookies guys in bars remind me of my dog the way it takes you so long to choose the perfect table if you remind me of my dog we'll probably git along little doggie git along git along little doggie git a... me and my ferocious dog we're walking down the street and everyone we meet says "ach yer a goot doogie !... "ach yer a goot doogie!..." "ach yer a goot doogie!..." except when we go for a walk to get the Sunday paper I stand there and read the headlines he reads the wind sometimes he hits a funny smell and laughs I hate it when he does that- I feel so dumb what? what? I say everything reminds me of my dog beautiful things sunsets remind me of my dog Gina go to your window Einstein reminds me of me dog I want to pat his fluffy head this whole world reminds me of my dog my dog reminds me of this whole world do I remind you of a dog? (thump thump) I do? (faster thump thump) skyscrapers remind me of my dog sitting in the tall grass waiting for a rabbit guys in red cameros too it's getting to be a habit artists remind me of my dog staking out their originality on the nearest tree old folks remind me of my dog my dog reminds old people of their dogs (Barfy, Ruffo, Beanhead) Gina says I remind her of the dog the that way I just did that golfers teeing off remind me of my dog the way he sits by me and shifts on his front paws what is it you want? look at it... do you want to go for a walk? do you want a cookie? do you want me to dial the number for you? |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
you watch the slow train moving
through the city late at night adjusting back and forth against the darkness and street lights I know that you're feeling bad but I'm glad you didn't lie easy to get caught up...but you know you can always you can always you can always walk away the life is the red wagon rolling along the life is the red wagon simple and strong the life is the red...is the red... oh, it's no big deal but when the feet are draggin' you pull me and I pull for you you pull me and I pull for you past the teeming marketplace and the blur of faces there past the silent dockyards and the darkness looming there maybe it won't work this time but that's the risk you take (and you want to take it) and just as long as it feels right doesn't matter just as long as... doesn't matter ...gotta feel good even though you don't know why the life is the red wagon rolling along the life is the red wagon simple and strong the life is the red...is the red... oh, it's no big deal but when the feet are draggin' you pull me and i pull for you you pull me and i pull for you the life is the red wagon simple and strong. |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah
Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla Santa, Santos, Miroslaw, Vladimir and all the rest Oh, a man is placed upon the steps, and a baby cries and high above you can hear the church bells start to ring and as the heaviness, oh the heaviness, the body settles in somewhere you can hear a mother sing then it's one foot then the other as you step out onto the road of hope step out on the road how much weight? how much? then it's how long? and how far? and how many times oh, before it's too late? calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one don't leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we're tryin' and we're hopin' but we're not sure how... ah, and every day you gaze upon the sunset with such love and intensity why it's ah, it's almost as if you could only crack the code then you'd finally understand what this all means ah, but if you could...do you think you would trade in all, all the pain and suffering? ah, but then you'd miss the beauty of the light upon this earth and the sweetness of the leaving calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one don't leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we're tryin' and we're hopin' but we're not sure... calling all angels calling all angels calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one walk me through this one don't leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we're tryin' we're hopin' we're hurtin' we're lovin' we're cryin' we're callin' cause we're not sure how this goes |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
maybe it was to learn how to love
maybe it was to learn how to leave maybe it was for the games we played maybe it was to learn how to choose maybe it was to learn how to lose or maybe it was for the love we made oh, love is everything they said it would be love made sweet and sad the same but love forgot to make me too blind to see you're chickening out aren't you? you're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum i can't wait 'til you make the whole kingdom come so i'm leaving maybe it was to learn how to fight maybe it was for the lesson in pride maybe it was for the cowboys' ways or maybe it was to learn not to lie or maybe it was to learn how to cry or maybe it was for the love we made oh, love is everything they said it would be love did not hold back the reins but love forgot to make me too blind to see you're chickening out aren't you? you're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum i can't wait 'til you make the whole kingdom come so i'm leaving first he turns to you then he turns to her so you try to hurt him back but it breaks your body down so you try to love bigger bigger still but it... it's too late so take a lesson from the strangeness you feel and know you'll never be the same and find it in your heart to kneel down and say i gave my love didn't i? and i give it big...sometimes and i gave it in my own sweet time i'm just leaving love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
love is trembling - trembling like the little bird we hold within our hands
love is bending - bending towards the worried brow - here, let me wipe away your tears love is kneeling - above the broken body the ever-upturned face love is missing all the words are broken, help me i cannot find my way, no, i can't i need you love, come on love will you sail 'cross the water and lay your wisdom down? and love will you sail 'cross the water and tell us what you found? and love will you sail 'cross the water and hold us when we drown? and love will you sail 'cross the water? is anybody listening...? love is trembling - trembling like the leaves above the baby's bed love is streaming - streaming with the tears that we cannot seem to shed love is frozen - frozen in the figure they just pulled from the subway grate love is a burning - burning with the anger that we all feel, against which we kneel, our faces pressed into the lap of loneliness, come on love will you sail 'cross the water and lay your wisdom down? and love will you sail 'cross the water and tell us what you found? and love will you sail 'cross the water and hold us when we drown? and love will you sail 'cross the water? are we not willing? are we not trying? are we not trusting? are we not crying? are we not children? are we not stumbling? are we not wondering? are we not? oh, sail 'cross the water and lay your wisdom down? and love will you sail 'cross the water and tell us what you found? and love will you sail 'cross the water and hold us when we drown? and love will you sail 'cross the water? are we not willing? are we not bending? are we not frozen? are we not trembling? are we not children? are we not trying? are we not wondering? are we not? Oh Oh love is trembling... love is trembling... love is trembling... love is trembling... |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
mmm...gimme
mmm...gimme mmm...gimme mmm...gimme mmm...gimme mmm...gimme you call that hard? mmm...gimme you call this cold? mmm...gimme that's nothing come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on let me into your temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on I want into your temple mmm...gimme mmm...gimme mmm...gimme come on come on mmm...gimme you call that far? mmm...gimme you call that hot? you call that darkness? mmm...gimme well, it's not come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on let me into a temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on I want into the temple the temple the temple the temple come on come on come on come on stop. mmm...gimme I mean....go mmm...gimme mmm...gimme you call that loving? mmm...gimme you call that rain? mmm...gimme you call that giving? mmm...gimme you call this pain? mmm...gimme you call that rough? mmm...gimme you call that sad? mmm...gimme you call that tough? well, it's not tough enough come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on let me into your temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on I want into your temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on let me into the temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on I want into the temple |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
would you believe me if I said that you're the one
that I've been waiting for for so long? and I've sailed my ship 'cross some stormy seas looking for my love while my love waits for me ah but what darkness in the hearts of men goodbye sweet pumpkinhead would you believe me if I said that you're the one that I've been waiting for for so long? I've pushed you away and I've pulled you down but here you still are. your love is so strong would you believe me if I said that you're the one that I've been waiting for for so long? and I've sailed my ship 'cross some stormy seas looking for my love looking for my love while my love waits for me |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
maria...maria...maria...maria...
maria is on my mind everything you do, everything you say everytime you run, everytime you play everytime you sing, everytime you pray long ago and far away long ago and here today long ago and far away long ago and here today and here to stay |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
the squirrel crossed the road
like a ribbon on a fan and the afternoon cicada threw a spell across this land and the waves rolled off the Georgian rocks and threw a friend upon the sand oh None now I understand that the searching never stops until you have a man in mind second booth the King's Head leave the ordinary men behind go ask them to play all the glorious love songs they can find as for you, Dewar now I understand that the searching never stops until you have a drink in hand drinking to your gloom in the slow-whirl licensed room ah, yes - she was lovely you told us (many times) 'neath the moon the squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan... oh Madam now I understand that the searching never stops until things are out of hand then you jump up to heaven pull down the wrath of God you're alive when men are falling down suspended when they're not and oh Thomas now I understand that the searching never stops until you are a man whether early morning hunting deer or women in the sand that measured raging overdrive makes you feel alive a man the squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan... oh Sal now I understand that the searching never stops until you're in a foreign land haunting yourself at Delphi or melting in Lausanne or good times in Marbella (yes - you have a lovely tan) and Oh Little One now I understand that your searching never stops until you leave your head you want peace thank God you laugh at what your friends said they said - barefoot in the Himalayas he'll just find his feet have spread but in you I have greatest faith the squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan and the afternoon cicada threw a spell across this land and the waves rolled off the Georgian rocks and threw a friend upon the sand |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I scan for the both of us I scan the horizon for you, Mimi I stand and scan on the strand of sand stand and scan on the strand of sand but first I'm sitting over here see that gaggle of guys and girls a typical day at the beach well, typical 'til I make my speech there is a girl out on the sea floating on a pink surfboard with a picnic lunch and parasol sitting there like a typical girl this is not a locker room and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there one girl laughs at skinny guys someone else points out a queer they're all jocks --- both guys and girls press the button --- take your cue and see the girl with perfect teeth she picks up lonely guys in bars then she takes off when they've bought her drinks don't you have money? I ask of course I do... this is not a locker room and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there but the day was faultless in beauty pitched on tropical scenery stretched from white sand up to the open sky down to the shining sea again and then back to me and Mimi on the beach Mimi on the beach Mimi and me... I'm still sitting over there one guy just got up and brayed they wag their words --- they're all in heat I can ignore it --- just don't steam up the view Mimi's still out on the sea floating on a pink surfboard she's checking out her arms and legs in case her casing's getting burnt this is not a locker room and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there but the day was faultless in beauty pitched on tropical scenery stretched from white sand up to the open sky down to the shining sea again and then back to me and Mimi on the beach Mimi on the beach Mimi and me... you don't know me but I've been watching you all day and I've come to the edge of the water now to have my say the picnic lunch is off throw your parasol away put your belly to the board, Mimi, and paddle out to sea then turn the board around, Mimi, until you're facing me then you wait for the waves to start building for the valleys to deepen and the mountains to increase in height and when the right times comes, Mimi you grab the edges of the board with your hands lift yourself up and stand there and see as fasr as you can see stand up, Mimi STAND UP I scan the horizon for you, Mimi I scan for the both of us I scan the horizon for you, Mimi I stand and scan on the strand of sand stand and scan on the strand of sand the great leveller is coming and he's not going to stop to take your pulse and he's not going to ask you why you're the way you are and I think that's the worst part you never get a chance to explain yourself and he's going to take those mountains and shove them into the valleys until there's nothing left except a vast expanse and you'll float there, Mimi on the flat Sargasso Sea of your soul and if they pull you away from your bleaching pink surfboard and stretch you across the wind you'll make no sound wet leaves on a dry map nothing, nobody the great leveller or the great escape? but the day was faultless in beauty pitched on tropical scenery stretched from white sand up to the open sky down to the shining sea again and then back to me and Mimi on the beach Mimi on the beach Mimi and me... there is a girl out on the sea floating on a pink surfboard a parasol floats nearby the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
There is a girl out on the sea
Floating on a pink surfboard With a picnic lunch and parasol Sitting there like a typical girl You don't know me but I've been watching you all day. I thought that by ignoring you perhaps you'd go away. I thought it was just too much sun as I faced out across the bay. Hearing all these voices telling me how to spend my day. Then I turned around and I saw you standing there. Talking all this time. Talking like you care. It's been ten years and you haven't gone away. So I'm finally speaking up. It's time to have my say. First of all, my name isn't Mimi. It's Ruth. Ruth-Mimadoni-Castradicus-Phaterpithecus-Triumvatini. And I come from a family of ten children. A tomboy. The youngest. I learned to fight before I learned to walk. To fight for my place in a space without grace. All cannons open by the age of two. By six I ruled the schoolyard. By fourteen I ruled the shopping malls. Loud. Active. Restless. Arrogant. Aggressive. And STRONG. I couldn't understand these flimsy things called 'teenage girls'. They scattered before me like ineffective dolls. So I bullied them even more in my consternation. Trying to make them break out. Trying to beat them into consciousness. And then one day, I was working on this little bit of a thing. Trying to whip her into three dimensions. She was shaking and looking confused. Way beyond her ken. I was just about to give her one last kick, when all of a sudden, she got real silent. I mean, REAL silent. And from somewhere faraway, someone called my name. RUTH-MIMADONI-CASTRADICUS-PHATERPITHICUS-TRIUMVATINI. And a pink surfboard was handed to me. And a voice said "her name will be Mimi". And they gently urged me forward to the edge of the water. And we moved out onto the sea, Mimi and me. And the language between us was wordless and hung in the air. And I spent a lot of time thinking about chains that bound the others but not me. And then I started to feel so trapped by feeling oh-so-free. And some days I hated the pink. I HATED the pink. Pink for weakness and girls and little posies. Pink for subjugation, oppression, asexuality, moral shrivenness, ignorance, and painted toesies. And yet it's pink that is my friend out here. Out on the sea that I'm learning to fear. Pink that's showing me the way. Learning how to NOT have my say. To hear what YOU might have to say. Stand up, Mimi. Stand up. And so you're saying 'stand up' to a natural athlete. It's MUCH harder for me to sit here feeling oh-so-incomplete. Something strange occurred On the local beach that day One girl paddled out to sea The other slowly walked away |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee
All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loving vigil keeping All through the night While the moon her watch is keeping All through the night While the weary world is sleeping All through the night O'er thy spirit gently stealing Visions of delight revealing Breathes a pure and holy feeling All through the night Though I roam a minstrel lonely All through the night My true harp shall praise sing only All through the night Love's young dream, alas, is over Yet my strains of love shall hover Near the presence of my lover All through the night Hark, a solemn bell is ringing Clear through the night Thou, my love, art heavenward winging Home through the night Earthly dust from off thee shaken Soul immortal shalt thou awaken With thy last dim journey taken Home through the night Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loving vigil keeping All through the night |
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from Jane Siberry - Love Is Everything/ The Jane Siberry Anthology (2002)
The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And two shall row, my love and I There is a ship that sails the sea It's laden deep as deep can be But not as deep as the love I'm in I know not if I sink or swim And when we've come to life's sweet end Two hearts which naught but death could part Will we be wed in a life to come Or must we lie, the water wide Or must we lie fore'er apart? The water is wide, I can't cross o'er And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall row Two hearts shall flow My love and I |
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from Jane Siberry - Maria (1995)
maria...maria...maria...maria...
maria is on my mind everything you do, everything you say everytime you run, everytime you play everytime you sing, everytime you pray long ago and far away long ago and here today long ago and far away long ago and here today and here to stay |
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from Jane Siberry - Maria (1995)
a child was lost at sea today
afloat on an ice floe they floated away a white cloud? a carpet? a white sleigh? See the child that chases the dog that jumps for the butterfly yeah yeah see the yellow dress on the child that chases the dog that jumps for the butterfly yeah yeah See the blue sky behind the yellow dress on the child that chases the dog that jumps for the butterfly yeah yeah See the sun up high in the sky behind the yellow dress on the child that chases the dog that jumps for the butterfly yeah yeah see the grass growin' up to the bright sun up high in the blue sky behind the yellow dress on the child that chases the dog that leaps for his happiness see the grasses growin' taller and taller and taller and taller and taller and taller until you cannot spy with your little eye ...oh where is the child that...? where is the child that...? where is the child that...? it was a yellow sun and it was a blue sky and the grass was a-growin' and the bees were a-buzzin' and through all this the butterfly simple flies i t ' s t h e p u l l o f l i f e humble bee humble bye humble dog humble child humble grass humble sky humble me humble my humble thee humble thy humble earth's lullaby earth's lullaby earth's lullaby o h h . . . h o w t i m e f l i e s b y A child was lost at sea today Afloat on an ice floe they floated away No one in the village will leave these shores Until the child is safe once more So if you see that child in someone's eyes Bring us home |
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from Jane Siberry - Maria (1995)
everyone has their own story
you have yours I have mine today mine happens to be about a... a yellow dress and behind the yellow dress lies a warm and beating heart that longs to tell a story of which we are all a part oh oh oh I love these things so these things shall I bee the honey bee it has taken me so long to get up to speed a looooonnnggggg winter but the sun is slowly warming me and ssssooo here I go towards the garden of love oh oh oh I love these things so these things shall I bee the garden of love I can see it now I am meandering as fast as I can want to sip the nectar I am making my way back to where I belong oh oh oh I love these things so these things shall I bee and when I lay me down to sleep in my flowery keep the moon upon my face I dream of bowls of milk sailin' towards a sea of roses |
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from Jane Siberry - Maria (1995)
O - it was a snowy night
The caravan traveling across the desert land The stars were hanging heavy in the absence of light And you were there and I And something in our hearts told us to keep moving Because there was something about that star That Star ... How far is the nearest place to kneel? How far is the nearest throne? How far how far can you go with only a dream? With only a hope? You take the vision and you hold it steady Right ahead of you across the ranges across the plains The desert land the gaze of strangers That is how ... Hold It Steady There was always someone who would Take the children and keep them entertained There was always someone who would Lay down their work to play the children's games There was always someone who would know how things worked They'd say ...THERE. Where? OVER THERE. And now as we sit on the steps at the side of the square There are three wise men sitting in their chairs If anyone wants to know which way any of us should go They will hold they will contain they will cup the refrain Hold It Steady - take the vision - Hold It Steady right ahead of you right between the eyes. THAT is how. O - It was a snowy night and our caravan moved along through this yet unholy land - you were there and I was there two desert boys - we did not understand we only knew that something grand was happening that Star ... that night |
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from Jane Siberry - Maria (1995)
every mornin' when I wake up
I wonder which cup I will take up kiss me mmm again mmm monday wednesday friday sunday I am your lovin' cup come on and fill me up cup of wonder cup of light cup of royal beauty bright I am your lovin' cup come on and fill me up every night before I sleep I wonder which cup I will keep I am your lovin' cup come on and fill me up |
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from Jane Siberry - Maria (1995)
oh
everyone is sayin' the same thing it's in the air these are the days of open and procession oh these are the ones you will be walking with streaming with kneeling with singing with mahalaleel shushan shibboleth tarshish shadrak vashtish jared shebadiah shebaniah shushan mahalaleel shekaniah amariah anathoth and numbering in the... oh and you're moving past the walls of the city to the great open-ness it's in the air it's in the air and the grass is starting to grow and the rivers are starting to run it's in the air singin' the same song singin' the same song singin' the same song oh and the birds are starting to return oh, seein' them seein' them and the sap...oh the trees are starting to turn and the little lamb... spring is in the air singing' the same song oh beautiful child there is much ahead there is much ahead there is much joy there is much joy there is much joy oh there is much ahead children children children |
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from Jane Siberry - Maria (1995)
would you believe me if I said that you're the one
that I've been waiting for for so long? and I've sailed my ship 'cross some stormy seas looking for my love while my love waits for me ah but what darkness in the hearts of men goodbye sweet pumpkinhead would you believe me if I said that you're the one that I've been waiting for for so long? I've pushed you away and I've pulled you down but here you still are. your love is so strong would you believe me if I said that you're the one that I've been waiting for for so long? and I've sailed my ship 'cross some stormy seas looking for my love looking for my love while my love waits for me |
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from Jane Siberry - Maria (1995)
there's a hole in the roof where the rain comes in
would you go? or say it is a long and dusty road and your feet are bare and your throat is parched and you don't know where to go and a man stepped forward and said "would you go?" would you go? or it was a foreign land and the oars were dropped and a voice said "will you walk?" and you saw nothing would you go? oh my sweet sweet darling it's been a long long way down and it's been a long long long long time oh but I have found you and I cannot stand here and watch you go or say it was a long and winding path and your feet are bare and the road is rocky and you don't know where... and you want water there's a hole in the roof where the rain comes in |
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from Jane Siberry - Maria (1995)
mary had a little lamb
its fleece was white as snow and everywhere that mary went...hey! where did that little lamb go? where did that little lamb go? little lamb little lamb far far away and long ago |
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from Jane Siberry - Maria (1995)
EVERYTHING YOU SAY
EVERYTHING YOU DO WILL COME BACK TO STAND WITH YOU EVERYTHING YOU TRUST EVERYTHING YOU FEEL WILL COME BACK TO KNEEL WITH YOU EVERYTHING YOU SAY EVERYTHING YOU TRY WILL COME OUT SOUNDING LIKE A LIE EVERYTHING YOU TRUST EVERYTHING YOU KNOW WILL TURN TO DUST WILL BLOW AWAY ...Oh My My... I'm cracking I'm cracking cracking I'm cracking into a thousand pieces OPEN UP YOUR EYES mama mama please come quick something's wrong I'm feeling sick mama mama I'm in a mess I can't lose this heaviness oh my...oh my my my...oh my Mother mary had a little lamb little lamb little lamb mary had a little lamb its fleece was...oh... mama mama I searched these hills for my sweet lamb I carried myself up the mountain And 5 men came out And I laid myself down And I looked around And I couldn't find my sweet lamb I'm looking for my Bottom Line And as soon as I find it I'm gonna turn my life around oh my...oh my my my...oh my Mother oh my...oh my my my...oh my Brother YOU'RE FLOATING IN A HARBOUR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND YOU'RE LOOKING ALL AROUND YOU AND YOU CAN'T SEE ANY LIGHT AND THE BLACK AND STARLESS HEAVENS WEIGH DOWN UPON YOUR SOUL AND YOU FACE THE OPEN SEA AND YOU'RE NOT SURE THAT YOU WANNA GO AND YOU SCAN THE HORIZON BUT THE ONLY LIGHT YOU FIND IS IN THE PLACE YOU CAME FROM THE PLACE YOU LEFT BEHIND OH SO YOU'RE MOVING OUT MOVING OUT MOVING OUT CUTTING THE CORDS YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING AND YOU DON'T HAVE ANY MAPS AND THE ONLY THING YOU'RE SURE OF IS YOU AIN'T...GOING...BACK 1. YOU WILL BE BORN INTO A STRANGE AND DESOLATE PLACE. 2. IT WILL BE CALLED "THE AVERAGE HOME." 3. THE TIMES WILL BE RESTLESS AND FULL OF UNCERTAINTY. 4. YOU WILL SILENTLY QUESTION THIS OF YOUR MOTHER AS YOU WATCH HER MOVE AWAY. Precious Candles YOUR LIGHT IS YOUR OWN Is LIFE not Precious?... YOUR LIGHT IS YOUR OWN mama mama please come quick take me home from school I feel so sick mama mama something's wrong my heart is breaking but I don't know why oh my...oh my my my...oh my Mother oh my...oh my my my...oh my Brother 5. THERE WILL BE NO ANSWER. 6. YOU WILL BEGIN THE LONG PROCESS OF SHUTTING DOWN. 7. YOUR COUNTENANCE WILL REFLECT LESS LIGHT AND LATER WHEN YOU LOOK AT PICTURES OF YOURSELF YOU WILL WONDER. 8. YOU WILL GIVE UP YOUR BACKBONE TO THE T.V. AND ACCEPT A VALUE SYSTEM 9. PUTTING FORTH LIES, HATRED AND INTOLERANCE IN THE NAME OF LOVE AS ACCEPTABLE. 10. NO ONE WILL STEP FORWARD FROM THE SHADOWS SAYING: "EXPECT THIS, IT IS PART OF THE PATH." 11. YOU WILL DISCOVER DRUGS AND ALCOHOL. 12. YOU WILL INSTINCTIVELY MOVE TOWARDS YOUR OWN BOTTOM LINE. Precious Candles YOUR LIGHT IS YOUR OWN Precious Candles YOUR LIGHT IS YOUR OWN mama mama please come quick hold my head I feel so sick mama mama let me come home wrap me up I can't get warm oh my...oh my my my...oh my Mother oh my...oh my my my...oh my Brother 13. YOU WILL RUSH HEADLONG TOWARDS YOUR BOTTOM LINE IN AN INSTINCTIVE ATTEMPT TO HEAL. 14. YOU WILL GO TO AA TO LEARN WHAT YOU SHOULD HAVE LEARNED IN SUNDAY SCHOOL. 15. AND THEN YOU WILL GIVE YOURSELF PERMISSION TO CRY. AND YOU WILL CRY AND CRY AND CRY. 16. AND YOUR FRIENDS WILL MOVE AWAY NERVOUSLY AND YOU'LL FEEL LIKE A FOOL. 17. AND NO ONE WILL STEP FORWARD FROM THE SHADOWS SAYING 18. "THE JOURNEY FORWARD INCLUDES MOVEMENT INTO DESPAIR." 19. AND YOU WILL BE GATHERING STRENGTH 20. EVEN AS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. 21. AND CERTAIN WORDS LIKE LOVE AND... 22. INTEGRITY WILL BE DRAWN INTO YOUR SPINE. 23. AND THEN ONE DAY... 24. YOU WILL TURN OFF THE T.V. Precious Candles YOUR LIGHT IS YOUR OWN Precious Candles YOUR LIGHT IS YOUR OWN mama mama something's wrong there's only silence where there once was song I keep hearing all these bells am I healing or dying? I can't tell. hey ho sail on out sail all night sail on with all your might land ahead land ho land ho land ho I sure miss that little lamb that little lamb called Puff or...was it...Poof? or... well, anyways, I sure miss that sweet lamb lay down upon your pillow... just live all you can knowing that's all you have to give mama mama I almost did it I almost carried myself up the mountainside In my own arms And laid myself down there a New Strength nearby, I know And as soon as I find my Bottom Line I'm gonna turn my life around I sure miss that little lamb... here I go |
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