Real slow today
This is a dangerous tale
Of oxygen and flame,
Tale of running away.
Nowhere to run,
All I can see is you –
Visions of water in the desert sun.
Stay…
Things gonna get real slow today
Things gonna get real slow today
Takes one prisoner,
Takes one to show him the way,
Then comes this lesson in natural history.
And these ladies are laughing at me,
Can I join the fun?
I know I’m haunted, keeps the flame bright;
I guess I can say I’m alright,
Just a burning arrow stuck in my heart,
Well, anyway…
And some people say that
We shouldn’t cross this line,
But there is no line,
Only the sky,
I want to see you smile,
Want to feel us get up and fly,
Shouldn’t we?
Things gonna get real slow today
Things gonna get real slow today
Takes one prisoner,
Takes one to show him the way,
Then comes this lesson in natural history.
Mother
This city is on fire tonight,
Sweet forest fire silent and unseen,
The sleepers awaken.
Your eyes are open I know you’re smiling at me.
Some people say you’re not here anymore
But your trees stand proud
And laugh and let them pass
So mischievous and holy;
And this is a question I’ll never want to ask.
There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing.
There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea.
I am your child, mother,
Crying to be consoled.
I recognize you now,
Do you recognize me?
There’s a part of me that wants to be silent,
Immersed in your movement,
Stung by your grace.
And here is your song, and I’ll sing it,
I’m coming home,
I’ve never been away.
There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing.
There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea.
I am your child, mother,
Crying for you to console me.
Now that I know you,
Do you recognize me?
There’s a moon out here and she wants to be growing.
Here’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea.
I am your child, mother,
Crying to be consoled.
Now that I know you,
Recognize me!
Radio London
Up in smoke
Book of love in front of me
Tries to bite my chin;
Angel right behind my shoulder
Waits to do me in;
I wish I had a heart
To walk me like a dog –
But life’s a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.
Used to be a passenger,
Now they take me as their own;
Used to be a fisher-king
But now my cross is gone.
I wish I had some faith,
But all I do is talk –
And life’s a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.
We could be engineers,
We could drive a coach;
Could be real New Age
With positive approach.
I wish I still could laugh,
I wish it was a joke –
But life’s a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.
Eloise
Eloise
Standing in the rain outside
Wondering if the sky is really made out of air
There she is, always looking right at me
But is she? I can’t really tell
And I don’t really care
Eloise
Something of the child
Something of the bride
And sometimes
Just not there.
Help me, please,
Discover about your secret life
And the purpose behind the clothes that you wear;
I just need some time to settle down,
Just need some time to settle down,
I need to get my feet on the ground,
Before I can dance with you;
But now,
I can’t even see you now;
And she smiles, and she turnes,
And she says: «I know,
I know…»
Eloise
Staring at the sea
Seven white birds
Sing
Lost in her hair;
I’ve heard she is
Lethal for the likes of me
Well, I can’t really tell
And I don’t really care.
I just need some time to settle down,
Just need some time to settle down,
Just need to get my feet on the ground,
Before I can dance with you;
But now,
I can’t even see you now;
And she smiles, and she turnes,
And she says: «I know,
I know…»
Heading for the absolute one
Women today gained entrance to the City Of Light:
Oh Joy Undescribed – security there was never tight
Saint Peter by the pearly gate –
He looks funny, but he’s doing alright;
He’s taking the preventive measures –
Must have been too late…
The lingeried ladies are walking on by;
The angels take cover – they think it isn’t right;
And if the party’s gonna go on tonight –
I don’t know, who will set it all straight;
Who’ll take away the empty bodies
And paint the clouds white – white again;
So, my love,
I think that enough is enough;
Tired of this second-hand fun,
I’m heading for the absolute one.
Descriptions in the holy books leave me feeling rather stiff,
For there’s much more that my spirit has to give;
We played it perfect for the moon and the sun;
This story’s over, the credit is gone –
So it’s one for the road – and I’m
Heading for The Absolute One.
Best years of our lives
These are the best years of our lives – sweet and peaceful
The best years of our lives – enchanted and fey
Like the seeds we’re sown,
Like the seeds trampled –
After the gardener did what he’s paid to do,
Now it is finally time…
These are the best years of our lives – it’s all that matters
The best years of our lives – fragile and clean;
Like a child, we’re blessed;
Like a child – spaced out;
And may Lord have mercy on those, who invoke our displeasure
In these best years of our lives.
And I’m coming from a different world;
And I really dont know how it’s done here;
And I would honestly ask you to help me, babe,
To work with me, trust in me,
And cover my ass – and then I’ll look away…
These are the best years of our lives –
and our captain’s locked up;
And his choir of angels waits for this city to fall.
Before this sky, and them bells ringing,
I say – I know how you feel, God, I know how you feel.
If we knew our way out, we’d never be stuck here at all –
These are the best years of our lives…
Listen to The Quiet One