There once was a time that we knew damn well
Weād be wise beyond our years
Now weāre old and it seems weāre getting dumber
There once was a rhyme that would bring peacefulness to both of our ears
But this music lets us know that weāre not getting any younger
My mother would not be proud of my mouth
But I can get a sense out that is sac-religious without sounding like a sailor
Every time I go home for the holiday and tell her how its been
the hurt ? itās obvious I have failed her
But you donāt know
No, you canāt go whereĀ I'veĀ been
And I donāt know
No, Iāll never get whereĀ I'mĀ going
'Cause ever day I hear some body saying something like yeah I just got back from China backpacking and feeding food to children
I have never strayed too far away from this east coast where I remain
in my heard I am so envious I could kill them
and I am running out of time to do the things that I said I was put on this earth to do by god and his heaven. seems that I believed in something then. dear lord what happened to my head. Now the days go by so fast that I lose time because I donāt sync it
But you donāt know
No you canāt go whereĀ I'veĀ been
And I donāt know
No Iāll never get whereĀ I'mĀ going
And you donāt know
no you canāt go whereĀ I'veĀ been
and I donāt know
No Iāll never get where Iām going
And his eyeglasses and his necktie
at the window looking down
on the young man passing by
on the fullness of the town.
Full of them good time gamblers,
full of their restless wives,
full of their midnight writers,
out on the corner on a Friday night,
out in the brightness of a Friday night.
And the big horns blow, and the pianos play.
And the music rose to the old man's ears.
I guess those were the olden days.
I guess those were the golden years.
'Cause now the town is empty, empty as a mirror(?),
empty as a harbor in the barber's chair.
Where did the old poet go?
I asked around,
Nobody knows, oh.
Maybe I came too early,
Maybe I came too late.
I'm waiting in the shadows of the scaffolds of the old cafe, where you told me to wait.
And I've got this lingering feeling.
It's like I slipped between fingers of the centuries.
I know you know what I mean.
I'll be a good time gambler,
I'll be a restless wife.
I'll be a midnight writer, out in the corner on a Friday night.
Call me a good time gambler.
Call me a restless wife.
Call me a midnight writer.
out in the corner on a Friday night,
out in the brightness of a Friday night,
call me the brightness of a Friday night.
I know this.
This I know.
All that I have,
All that is me,
Resides inside my poetry.
Every time I write a rhyme it might be the line that sets minds free.
And also I know that
I don't know shit.
And the more I know,
The more I realize it.
I know that for all of the pain I've cried
There's the exact same balance of joy
On the other side of that coin,
Joined with the thinnest slip of membrane.
Same goes for crazy and sane,
Truth and lie,
Answer and why,
Because I know this.
This universe operates with a divine tug of war,
Teeter totter, bringing order and balance like the tide does to water;
Like I know that each wave rolls back to the sea,
Retreating from me into deep green eternity,
And I know that I am free -
Well, at least in my mind if i wanna be.
I know that some things sound good to me in theory,
But in point of fact suck ass in actual practice
Like communism,
And pornography.
I know that it's impossible to really know where anyone is coming from,
So who are we to judge 'em?
I know that some things are so dope they transcend their category
And it's important to see the glory in the ordinary.
Like, I know there's Nag Champa and there's all other incense.
I can't see putting earl gray against any other tea.
Lash Out? It's not even on the same plane as other mascaras comparatively and
i know that there's R&B
And then there's Otis Redding
I know that most things are greater than the sums of their parts
And that's the real definition of art.
Like brownies are good and so is whipped cream
But you put 'em together and it's this whole fucking chemical other thing
like
Lennon and McCartney singing harmony, like
Masturbating as compared to an orgy
I know that everything within this surface glimpse of reality is infinitely
simple and perfectly complicated
I know that being dated and over it
Is way overrated.
And that the colors of this world
Only seem faded in direct relation to the darkness with which your mind's eye is shaded,
And you made it that way.
And you can choose to change your vision's prismic range today.
And I know that you gotta help a friend who's down,
And I know that no matter where you end up
You're still from your home town.
And I know that you gotta know how to listen to the sound of your own
heart beat in the dead quiet of night sometimes,
And I know that can be so frightening but
I also know that the deepest darkness is always the most enlightening,
And I know that fresh cold cantaloupe tastes like the perfect first kiss,
And I know that Lao Tsu and Moses and Mohammed and Buddha and Jesus and all those dudes knew some deep-ass shit,
But I also know that we all hold the worlds eternal truths in our heart's deepest pit.
It's because I know that we are made up of the
Same stuff as the
Sun and the moon and the farthest stars and
All that we are is manifest energy and that
We already have everything that we could ever need
If we could just begin to see clearly
And I know that the world will continue to spin
And I know that the world will continue to spin
And I know that one day,
You will let me in.
And we will begin to love in a fashion I couldn't fathom existed.
And we will laugh at the fact that we ever resisted this blissfulĀ togetherness.
And the sex?
Well, it'll be off the charts.
'Cause we'll both be
Super freaky
But we'll be fucking
From the heart.
'Cause our loving will be something where the
Whole is much greater than the sum of the parts
'Cause were artists after all,
So what else would fate have us make besides art?
And I know that outside of this space time frame we are one and the same
We're a part, not apart
So I know that I can wait patiently for it to start
And far out I may seem to be and
Maybe you may see me as wacky but baby,
The fact be that I am a poet
And like all true poets do I'm
Mainlining the spiraling spherical truth of the universe,
Turning it out and
Into lyrical wholeness,
And I know this.
And I know this.
This I know.
This I know.
One day,Ā
The snow began to fall,Ā
And slowly, inch by inch,Ā
Covered up the earth.Ā
'Til finally,Ā
The top of the tallest building,Ā
Was lost beneath a powdered sea,Ā
As quiet as a shadow's grave.Ā
And we say that the world isn't dying.Ā
And we pray that the world isn't dying.Ā
And just maybe the world isn't dying.Ā
Maybe she's heavy with child.Ā
One night,Ā
A woman took my hand.Ā
I left my home and followed herĀ
Into an icy field.Ā
When I wanted to go back,Ā
I'd lost the way.Ā
So she beckoned me to lie beneathĀ
The stone that always bore my name.
One morning,Ā
We woke up in an alley.Ā
To the smell of urine, alcohol,Ā
Trash and gasoline,Ā
With a dim sense of a notionĀ
We'd held something in our hands,Ā
That was bigger than us or God,Ā
And we can never touch again.
I've been looking at the symptoms for a while,Ā
Maybe she's heavy with child.Ā
Hey, I think it's cool that you're also posting the lyrics to the songs :) :) Maybe you should put a link to the Bandcamp pages, so ppl can purchase the song?
That's such a great idea, thanks! I'll get to work on that just now, thanks x
Welcome to Night Vale - 05 - The Shape in Grove Park
(Get it here)
When I tell you that I love you don't test my love
Accept my love, don't test my love
'Cause maybe I don't love you all that much [...]
Don't ask what kind of music I'm gonna play tonight
Just stay a while, hear for yourself a while
And if you must put me in a box, make sure it's a big box
With lots of windows and a door to walk through
And a nice high chimney so we can burn, burn, burn
Everything that we don't like
And watch the ashes fly up to Heaven
Maybe all the way to India, I'd like that
All the ancient kings came to my door
They said, "Do you want to be an ancient king too?"
I said, "Oh yes, very much, but I think my timing's wrong"
They said, "Time is relative or did you misread Einstein?"
I said, "Do you really mean it?"
They said, "What do you think we come here for
Our goddamn health or something?"
Everybody's waiting for the Messiah, the Jews are waiting
Christians are waiting, also the Muslims
It's like everybody's waiting, they've been waiting a long time
I know how I hate to wait like even for a bus or something
An important phone call so I can just imagine
How darned impatient everybody must be getting
So I think it's time now, time to reveal myself
I am the Messiah, I am the Messiah
Yes, I think you heard me right, I am the Messiah
I was gonna wait till next year, build up the suspense a little
Make it a really big surprise but I could not resist
It's like when you got a really big secret
You're just bursting to tell someone It was sort like that with this
And now that I've told you, I feel this great weight lifted
Dr. Nusbaum was right, he's my therapist
He said get it out in the open
I spent ten whole days in Jerusalem, mmm Jerusalem
Sweet Jerusalem and all I ate was olives, nothing but olives
Mountains of olives, it was a good ten days
I like olives, I like you too
So when I tell you that I love you don't test my love
Accept my love, don't test my love
'Cause maybe I don't love you all that muchĀ
Now I'm thinking maybe I was stoned
I felt my feet lift off the ground
And my heart was screamin', and my bones
I need you closer [...]
As he's in the middle of the street
Then I've written he's mine to keep
Cars are runnin' fast on both sides of his head
His eyes say "Closer"...
Closer, closer
I met him when the sun was down
The bar was closed, we both have had no sleep
My face beneath the streetlight, it reveals what it is
Lonely people sleep
Closer, closer
Closer, closer
And you're close enough to lose
Close to the point where you know that your mind
It can't choose
Close enough to lose
Close enough to lose your heart
Now I'm thinking maybe I was dumb
I felt my feet lift off the ground
And my heart was screamin', and my bones
I need you closer
Closer, closer
You met me when the sun was down
And the bar was closed, we both have had no sleep
My face beneath the streetlight, it reveals what it is
Lonely people sleep
Closer, closer
Closer, closer
Then you're close enough to lose
Close to the point where you know that your mind
It can't choose
Close enough to lose
Close enough to lose your heart
We stopped for peaches at a little roadside stand
Man said his name was Bill, I said "I'm Chuck and this is Annie"Ā [...]
He said Annie was the one & only true love of his life
They met at his wedding but by then he had a wife
It was during the reception in the Spring of '64
She, his newlywed's best friend, followed him out the ballroom door
Maybe his ring got smaller, maybe his finger swelled
Maybe he'd made a big mistake, and maybe time would tell
Bill asked, "Do you feel what I feel?" and Annie said, "I do"
Bill was at a loss, wondering now what should he do
He did what he had to, he'd just taken a wife
She would take good care of him for the rest of her life
Bill & Annie fought the urge, they saw each other often
She was there in black the day Bill's wife lay in her coffin
By then she'd gotten married, by then she'd moved away
She'd asked Bill for his blessings and he'd said it was ok
Bill said, "Taste the peaches," and he cut us each a slice
They were a little on the small side, but they sure tasted nice
"Do you think I did the right thing?" Bill asked, though I knew he knew
So I answered with a question, I asked him, "Bill, do you?"
Bill said, "Annie, pleased to meet you, it was nice to meet you Chuck"
And Annie & I, we drove away in Annie's pick-up truck
With a box of twenty peaches, a homegrown tomato too
And a couple of things to think about, and every now and then I do...I do
Waiting for the bus in the rain, in the rain
Wait-waiting for the bus in the rain
Waiting for the bus in the rainĀ [...]
Waiting for the bus
Where is the bus?
The bus is late
Waiting for the bus in the rain (in the rain)
When the bus come?
Where the bus at?
Got my bus pass
Bus in much better than a train (than a train)
Take phone pictures
While Iām waiting at the bus stop
Bus not here
Why the bus so late?
Iām waiting for the bus in the rain
Wishing I was on the bus
When the bus drive around your estate
Oh, good here comes the bus-
Aw, shit! Itās a different bus
Not the right bus
Not the bus I need
Now Iām waiting for the bus in the rain
At another stop
Bus aināt got a real high speed
Waiting for the bus
Took a picture of another bus
Waiting for the bus in the rain
Iāve been waiting for the bus
Since the sun came up
But the sun aināt out no more
Cause itās grey
Waiting for the bus
Thereās a grey one
Blue one
A red one
All of āem turned away
Iāve been waiting for the bus
Gotta catch a bus
Gotta watch news
Got a regimented plan for the day
Bus
Waiting for the bus in the rain, in the rain
Wait-waiting for the bus in the rain
Waiting for the bus in the rain, in the rain
Wait-waiting for the bus in the rain
Now thereās other people waiting at the bus stop
Hey, whereās your bus pass, boy?
When youāre waiting for the bus in the rain have your bus pass ready or the people on the bus get annoyed
Iām waiting for the bus
Like I do everyday on my way home
Waiting for the bus in the rain
(At least on the days when itās raining
And Iām waiting for the bus
Cause the other days aināt the same)
Tweet
Waiting for the bus in the rain, in the rain
Wait-waiting for the bus in the rain
Waiting for a bus in the rain
Waiting for the bus so hard sometimes
When the bus come late to the stop
Waiting for the bus in the rain man
I prefer sunshine
Should be waiting for the bus with a mop
"Get it? That's a joke."
"Oh look, there it is!"
(as there is no available payable download, I'm linking the YouTube video)
The old church down the streetĀ
Concrete beneath my feet [...]
The shadows of the leavesĀ
These and more than these
These and more than these
Dig in deeperĀ
These and more than theseĀ
You gotta dig in deeperĀ
I speak in ancient tonguesĀ
I stare straight at the sunĀ
What I've done can't be undoneĀ
These and more than theseĀ
These and more than theseĀ
Dig in deeperĀ
These and more than theseĀ
You gotta dig in deeperĀ
Blood on my hands but not on my soulĀ
Someday, God willing, I will be wholeĀ
And up aboveĀ
I feel the loveĀ
From every star in the skyĀ
I'll never be aloneĀ
I will never cryĀ
I'll never be aloneĀ
I will never dieĀ
I hear them speaking stillĀ
My will is not my willĀ
I wonder what is realĀ
These and more than theseĀ Ā
These and more than these
Dig in deeperĀ
These and more than theseĀ
You gotta dig in deeperĀ
These and more than theseĀ
Dig in deeperĀ
These and more than theseĀ
You gotta dig in deeperĀ
And these