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| A slower power ballady thing...
upon these streets he walks at night
the wind blowing through his hair
he lives in a world that is out of sight
where none of those people seem to care
the girl is up and out of sight
the wind blows through her hair
she lives somewhere lost in the night
and yet she is one who cares
the song of the ill forgotten
is sung sweetly through the night
as the passers by wonder softly
and wish more quickly the ensuing light
Sing Ye, sweet melody of time
the strings of the heart beat for thee
as sweet the taste of wine
caught between two worlds, one in day,
the other in night, the pair just cannot seem
to bridge the great divide
and through his life he never forgets
that one special lady, she
is always there in his mind
as slowly passes time
~ by DLC | | |
| It has been forever old friend...
An old man by a seashore
At the end of day
Gazes the horizon
With seawinds in his face
Tempest-tossed island
Seasons all the same
Anchorage unpainted
And a ship without a name
Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard
He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world
Showing the way lighting hope in their hearts
The ones on their travels homeward from afar
This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind long ago
The albatross is flying
Making him daydream
The time before he became
One of the world's unseen
Princess in the tower
Children in the fields
Life gave him it all:
An island of the universe
Now his love's a memory
A ghost in the og
He sets the sails one last time
Saying farewell to the world
Anchor to the water
Seabed far below
Grass still in his feet
Snd a smile beneath his brow
This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind so long ago
The Islander, Nightwish | | |
| This is a great song. Of course it is by Bob Dylan....
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'. | | |
| Well I woke up this mornin'
To a sad, sad sight
my best pair of socks
twas' lost in the night
I threw back the sheets
as the tears started to fall
cuz' these socks
were the best of them all
And I got these blues
all 23 of them
lost my socks
and now I ain't got em
I looked all around
in the kitchen and above
up hither and on the ground
but my socks is no where to be found!
now I know
as the tears start to fall
that those socks
was the best of them all
and now I got these blues
all 23 of 'em
I lost my socks
so now I ain't got none
what am I to do?
with no socks to wear
I suppose I will have to ask
and see if anybody will share
but this is not all
for who am I to ask
ain't nobody
who could ever be up to that task
so I get myself ready
to head on outside
forget them socks
its nice and dry!
so, I walked outside
and my feet they was cold!
I says to myself
lord have mercy this is gettin' old!
oh, I got these blues!
all 23 of them,
cuz' I lost my socks,
and now I ain't got none!
so take good care of yo socks
and they will take care of you
and if you keep yo socks
they will keep you from gettin' 23 shades of blue!
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