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Showing posts with label Joan Baez. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joan Baez. Show all posts
Saturday, September 21, 2019
Sunday, October 21, 2018
Before The Deluge, Joan Baez
Some of them were dreamers
And some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent
They were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each other's heart for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge
Some of them knew pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge
Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by
By and by...
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky
Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge
Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by
By and by...
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky
Wednesday, August 8, 2018
Saturday, April 14, 2018
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Saturday, April 29, 2017
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Sunday, November 13, 2016
JOAN BAEZ, No Woman No Cry
everything's gonna be alright.... mmh.
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Joan Baez - let it be (live in France, 1973)
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And all the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that we may see
There will be an answer, let it be
There is still a chance that we may see
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be an answer, let it be
And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shines until tomorrow, let it be
There is still a light that shines on me
Shines until tomorrow, let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary sings to me
There will be no sorrow, let it be
Mother Mary sings to me
There will be no sorrow, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be no sorrow, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be no sorrow, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be no sorrow, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be no sorrow, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
There will be no sorrow
Let it be, let it be
There will be no sorrow
Joan Baez - The Rose (Viareggio, Italy, 1984)
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger an endless aching need
I say love is a flower
And you, it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow lies the seed
That with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose
Monday, February 29, 2016
Saturday, February 20, 2016
JOAN BAEZ ~ Txoria Txori ~
never cut the wings...
Friday, February 19, 2016
JOAN BAEZ ~ One Too Many Mornings ~
not my story.
there is snow outside this morning.
and now i am crying. what a stupid thing to do.my confusion is like a hurricane.
there is snow outside this morning.
and now i am crying. what a stupid thing to do.my confusion is like a hurricane.
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