Philip Glass ,Hydrogen Jukebox ,15 Father Death Blues

Allen Ginsberg , Father Death Blues

A gift of roses,Jethro Tull

I count the hours: you count the days.
Together, we count the minutes in this Passion Play.
Walk dusty miles.
And I ride that train
On a first class ticket, just to be with you again. 

Picking up tired feet.
Back from a far horizon.
Cleaned up and brushed down.
Dressed to look the part. 

Fresh from God's garden, I bring a gift of roses:
To stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart. 

Like the Kipling cat, I walk alone
Never inviting trouble, never casting the stone.
But this badge of honor is of tarnished tin.
Light your guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.

Picking up tired feet.
Back from a far horizon.
Cleaned up and brushed down.
Dressed to look the part.
Fresh from God's garden, I bring a gift of roses:
To stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart. 

I count the hours: you count the days.
Together, we count the minutes in this Passion Play.
Walk dusty miles.
And I ride that train
On a first class ticket, just to be with you again. 

Picking up tired feet.
Back from a far horizon.
Cleaned up and brushed down.
Dressed to look the part. 

Fresh from God's garden, I bring a gift of roses:
To stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart. 

Picking up tired feet.
Back from a far horizon.
Cleaned up and brushed down.
Dressed to look the part. 

Fresh from God's garden, I bring a gift of roses:
To stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart.

sky, river, evening

this evening sky

this evening sky reddening
like a young girl
first time aware
of her beauty,

soft breasts
with pink buds,
pulsing together
with breath and heart

and the furry animal
between her thighs,
ashamed to be
recognized as woman

and embarrassed to
like the compliments
of fluffy clouds,
of flirting birds

blushing being seen,
suddenly knowing
another mystery,
wonder in her eyes

this red is not
ashamed nor does
it know itself
nor me

this sky filling with stars
and night closing in,
the river a black mirror,
a bitter taste reflecting

flow of dark and death.
all is so awake,
the last crow calls
a lost soul, who.

the wind pauses
and spring makes
the water sing:
the gates open

and open
and open,
sleep the healer,

death  release.

this evening sky 

reddening,

turning night,

and horses

chewing grass

relentlessly,

in innocence,

out in the fields

i open my car

and take it all

with me, a song,

for this what it is.

Yes,heart of sunrise

Love comes to you and you follow
Lose one on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp distance
How can the wind with its arms
All around me

Lost on a wave and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp distance
How can the wind with so many around me
Lost in the city

Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decide
Love comes to you and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Lost on a wave that you're dreaming
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp distance
How can the wind with its arms all around me
Sharp distance
How can the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city

Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decided

Straight light moving and removing
Sharpness of the color sun shine
Straight light searching all the meanings of the song
Long last treatment of the telling that
Relates to all the words sung
Dreamer easy in the chair that really fits you

Love comes to you and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp distance
How can the wind with its arms all around me
Sharp distance
How can the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city

Tomorrow We Sail, Eventide

Eventide


The cruel hands of time 
That move so slowly 
But tighten around my neck. 

For I refuse to find the strength 
To rage against 
This cold and dying light 

So cling to me as the evening falls 
And the darkness outside grows 

These eyes that raged like fire 
have burnt their last 

So set your face against the storm that bends 
but does not break. 

For here she comes 
A heaven sent to rescue me 
With flowers in her hair 
And fire in her eyes 

I lay these weary bones to rest 
And take my place above the fires light 
I have seen things you could not dream of 
But I am just a step along the way

Wim Mertens , No Testament

Eivør Pálsdóttir , Vøka

Waking

Woke up, I saw I turned the wrong side

Waited, awake but dreamy

Naked, wide awake on a journey.

 

You saw me, crawling around

I remained silent, otherwise I would have been so talkative

The night was so gloomy then

I was as worried as you.

 

Did you hear, every time my lips were speaking

Do you remember, what it was I was meaning

What it was, I was thinking then

I said, where I came from.

 

When I woke up

You were by my side

Then we have found peace

When I woke up.

 

Touch me, so that I know I'm alive

Desire me, so that I know I'm in love

You are my shade, my comfort.

11 Beth Hart Am I The One - Immortal (1996)

..hi Beth..you are too noisy, a bit-but it is ok. i am often, too..