Want to die trying to collapse searching. Step step step step step step step step step step step step step step step step. I want to set in motion something you can take home tonight. I want to be able to tell you what to. I think it starts with the amount of locks we need to lock before feeling secure. How did that start? That fear. That overwhelming feeling of protection. Stop asking people where they are from, expecting to hear a place that is.
Strip a wall down. Maybe if you can see me through the wall of my house. Hiding behind white walls with governmental names. My body will never be yours. The one line in the sand I propose is that no. Vigilant in our screams. We celebrate birth dates of countries with light shows that sound like bombs. We all have body parts that can touch the sand. I want to understand my being bounded.
A bounded being. Why do you need your belongings to be yours alone. What does that feeling of ownership give you. From you.
Tell me, what do you see when you look in the. I told her that if we would eventually adopt kids I might think of coming back to. Will you have me universe? Her laughter fills the spaces and her hair falls softly on her shirt, Frames the gentle face that taught me beauty.
Song Lyrics Archives - Cold Chisel
If assumption serves me like it does , well, I would say that we were wishing for the same thing this year. If my memory serves me, we were locked up in my car, And it was raining.
We drive on unplowed roads these days in our second January. Love is all around me, I can see oh so clearly, And I can feel it in my bones, It is safe to believe, That love is all around me. Did you fall on your back? Can you feel it child? Under a sea of burning balls of fire, I have my questions. Am I still asleep? Could this be a dream?
Can anyone here grasp all this vastness? When will we wake? When will the thread, Holding up the Universe, break? Hold me close, O God so far away, I need your secrets. Love without limit. The path is dark, but the journey is gold. They say she shines brighter than the clearest diamond, She smells sweeter than the richest scented oils, Only the purest hands could ever hold her, Only the bravest hearts tested in these waters could reach her in the end.
Many ships have been lost, buried in the waves Hopes smashed on shores in the allure of lesser treasure And the taverns are full of the ones who turned their boats around, Their hearts too weak to stand the testing of the waters. My course has been set, On the horizon, a light is shining. This guitar is empty-sounding, Like your words as you stumble for the truth. All the chords are so familiar, Like the words that you thought I never heard. Oh, my dear, both these ears, Have been riddled with those messages for twenty-something years.
Yeah, oh yeah! Ooh yeah. Whoa, whoa. Look out! Whoa, yeah.
Part six: Life and death
Oo, I need some love I said I need some love! I said I played this song so many times before That the melody keeps repeating Growing new ideas, flowing chords and notes Like a mountain river bleeding. Well, I said will it ever change? Will it stay the same? Who do you think you are? You think you are a star? Well, hey, now, baby I said I like your style You really got me, baby Way down deep inside. Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind We marvel after those who sought The wonders of the world, wonders of the world Wonders of the world they wrought.
Ten score years ago, defeat the kingly foe A wondrous dream came into being Tame the trackless waste, no virgin land left chaste All shining eyes, but never seeing. Beneath the noble bird Between the proudest words Behind the beauty, cracks appear Once with heads held high They sang out to the sky Why do their shadows bow in fear?
Tobes of Hades, lit by flickering torchlight The netherworld is gathered in the glare Prince By-Tor takes the cavern to the north light The sign of Eth is rising in the air. Across the River Styx, out of the lamplight His nemesis is waiting at the gate The Snow Dog, ermine glowing in the damp night Coal-black eyes shimmering with hate. Why try? Moonrise, thoughtful eyes Staring back at me from the window beside No fright or hindsight Leaving behind that empty feeling inside.
Sunlight dances through the leaves Soft winds stir the sighing trees Lying in the warm grass Feel the sun upon your face Eleven songs and endless nights Sweet wine and soft relaxing lights Time will never touch you Here in this enchanted place. Well, I can see what you mean It just takes me longer And I can feel what you feel It just makes you stronger.
Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace Naked fear on every face See them bow their heads to die As we would bow as they rode by. Lessons taught but never learned All around us anger burns Guide the future by the past Long ago the mould was cast. Walk down vanity fair Memory lane everywhere Wall Street shuffles there Dressed in flowing hair. Days of barefoot freedom Racing with the waves Nights of starlit secrets Crackling driftwood flames Drinking by the lighthouse Smoking on the pier Still we saw the magic Was fading every year.
Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer. Even now the intensity of his dread power can be felt, weakening the body and saddening the heart. Ultimately they will become empty, mindless specters, stripped of will and soul, only their thirst for freedom gives them hunger for vengeance. The Necromancer keeps watch with his magic prism eyes.
He views all his lands and is already aware of the three helpless invaders trapped in his lair. Prince By-Tor appears to battle for freedom from chains of long years. The spell has been broken. The Dark Lands are bright. The Wraith of the Necromancer soars away in the night. Stealthily attacking By-Tor slays his foe The men are free to run now From labyrinths below The Wraith of Necromancer Shadows through the sky Another land to darken With evil prism eye. Stay or fight? When I need. I need a guiding hand. The whiteness of confusion Is unfolding from my mind I stare around in wonder Have I left my life behind?
I catch the scent of ambergris And turn my head, surprised My gaze is caught and held and I Am helpless…mesmerized. Panacea, liquid grace Oh let me touch your fragile face Enchantment falls around me And I know I cannot leave. Naked in our unity A smile for every tear Gentle hands that promise me Comfort through the years. Another endless day Silhouettes of grey Another glass of wine Drink with eyes that shine To days without that chill at morning Nights time out of mind. Another foggy dawn The mountain almost gone Another doubtful fear The road is not so clear My soul grows ever weary And the end is ever near.
The mist is rising And the sun is peaking through See the steps grow lighter As I reach their final few Hear the dancing waters I must be drawing near Feel, my heart is pounding With embattled hope and fear. City and sky become one, merging into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into my machine for the day, then watching Templevision or reading a Temple Paper in the evening. We have had peace since , when the surviving planets were banded together under the Red Star of the Solar Federation.
The less fortunate gave us a few new moons. I believed what I was told.
- Lyrics | Amanda Anne Platt & The Honeycutters.
- Mademoiselle Ovary: Sonnets of Advice for the Approach & Arrival of Young Womanhood.
I thought it was a good life, I thought I was happy. Then I found something that changed it all. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests.
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples!
What can this strange device be? See how it sings like a sad heart And joyously screams out its pain Sounds that build high like a mountain Or notes that fall gently like rain. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall. Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet.
We have our work to do Just think about the average What use have they for you? Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things. I stand atop a spiral stair An oracle confronts me there He leads me on light years away Through astral nights, galactic days I see the works of gifted hands That grace this strange and wondrous land I see the hand of man arise With hungry mind and open eyes.
They left the planet long ago The elder race still learn and grow Their power grows with purpose strong To claim the home where they belong Home to tear the Temples down… Home to change! I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go.
My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last. The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still in my head I heave a sigh and sadly smile And lie a while in bed I wish that it might come to pass Not fade like all my dreams. Just think of what my life might be In a world like I have seen!
Then lost in that feeling I looked in your eyes I noticed emotion and that you had cried For me I can see. What would touch me deeper Tears that fall from eyes that only cry? Would it touch you deeper Than tears that fall from eyes that know why? A lifetime of questions, tears on your cheek I tasted the answers and my body was weak For you The truth. Waiting for someone to call And turn your world around Looking for an answer To the question you have found Looking for An open door.
What you own is your own kingdom What you do is your own glory What you love is your own power What you live is your own story In your head is the answer Let it guide you along Let your heart be the anchor And the beat of your own song. When they turn the pages of history When these days have passed long ago Will they read of us with sadness For the seeds that we let grow? We turned our gaze From the castles in the distance Eyes cast down On the path of least resistance. Cities full of hatred, fear and lies Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise Beating down the multitude and Scoffing at the wise.
I had heard the whispered tales of immortality The deepest mystery From an ancient book I took a clue I scaled the frozen mountain tops of eastern lands unknown Time and Man alone Searching for the lost Xanadu. A thousand years have come and gone but time has passed me by Stars stopped in the sky Frozen in an everlasting view Waiting for the world to end, weary of the night Praying for the light Prison of the lost Xanadu.
And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality Closer to the heart Closer to the heart The blacksmith and the artist Reflect it in their art They forge their creativity Closer to the heart Closer to the heart. Philosophers and ploughmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentality Closer to the heart Closer to the heart You can be the captain I will draw the chart Sailing into destiny Closer to the heart. A modest man from Mandrake Traveled rich to the city He had a need to discover A use for his newly found wealth. Because he was human Because he had goodness Because he was moral They called him insane Delusions of grandeur Visions of splendor A manic depressive He walks in the rain.
In the betrayal of his love he awakened To face a world of cold reality And a look in the eyes of the hungry Awakened him to what he could do. Prologue: In the constellation of Cygnus, there lurks a mysterious, invisible force: the black hole of Cygnus X Through the void To be destroyed Or is there something more? Atomized…at the core? Or through the Astral Door? To soar. The x-ray is her siren song My ship cannot resist her long Nearer to my deadly goal Until the black hole Gains control.
When our weary world was young The struggle of the ancients first began The gods of love and reason Sought alone to rule the fate of man. They battled through the ages But still neither force would yield The people were divided Every soul a battlefield. The people were delighted Coming forth to claim their prize They ran to build their cities And converse among the wise But one day the streets fell silent Yet they knew not what was wrong The urge to build these fine things Seemed not to be so strong The wise men were consulted And the Bridge of Death was crossed In quest of Dionysus To find out what they had lost.
The cities were abandoned And the forests echoed song They danced and lived as brothers They knew love could not be wrong Food and wine they had aplenty And they slept beneath the stars The people were contented And the gods watched from afar But the winter fell upon them And it caught them unprepared Bringing wolves and cold starvation And the hearts of men despaired.
The universe divided As the heart and mind collided With the people left unguided For so many troubled years In a cloud of doubts and fears Their world was torn asunder into hollow Hemispheres. Some fought themselves, some fought each other Most just followed one another Lost and aimless like their brothers For their hearts were so unclear And the truth could not appear Their spirits were divided into blinded Hemispheres.
I have memory and awareness But I have no shape or form As a disembodied spirit I am dead and yet unborn I have passed into Olympus As was told in tales of old To the city of Immortals Marble white and purest gold. I see the gods in battle rage on high Thunderbolts across the sky I cannot move, I cannot hide I feel a silent scream begin inside. Then all at once the chaos ceased A stillness fell, a sudden peace The warriors felt my silent cry And stayed their struggle, mystified.
Apollo was astonished Dionysus thought me mad But they heard my story further And they wondered, and were sad. Looking down from Olympus On a world of doubt and fear Its surface splintered Into sorry Hemispheres. We can walk our road together If our goals are all the same We can run alone and free If we pursue a different aim Let the truth of love be lighted Let the love of truth shine clear Sensibility Armed with sense and liberty With the heart and mind united in a single Perfect Sphere.
A boy alone, so far from home Endless rooftops from my window I felt the gloom of empty rooms On rainy afternoons Sometimes in confusion I felt so lost and disillusioned Innocence gave me confidence To go up against reality. There is unrest in the forest There is trouble with the trees For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas.
Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude. Chorus: Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free.
For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall Concert hall And echoes with the sounds of salesmen. There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance. The clouds prepare for battle In the dark and brooding silence Bruised and sullen storm clouds Have the light of day obscured Looming low and ominous In twilight premature Thunderheads are rumbling In a distant overture.
We are planets to each other Drifting in our orbits To a brief eclipse Each of us a world apart Alone and yet together Like two passing ships. We are strangers to each other Full of sliding panels An illusion show Acting well rehearsed routines Or playing from the heart? Come to watch him fall? Making arrows out of pointed words Giant killers at the call? What happened to our innocence Did it go out of style? Along with our naivete No longer a child Different eyes see different things Different hearts beat on different strings But there are times For you and me, when all such things agree.
When the ebbing tide retreats Along the rocky shoreline It leaves a trail of tidal pools In a short-lived galaxy Each microcosmic planet A complete society. A simple kind mirror To reflect upon our own All the busy little creatures Chasing out their destinies Living in their pools They soon forget about the sea.
Science, like nature Must also be tamed With a view towards its preservation Given the same State of integrity It will surely serve us well. Art as expression Not as market campaigns Will still capture our imaginations Given the same State of integrity It will surely help us along. The most endangered species The honest man Will still survive annihilation Forming a world State of integrity Sensitive, open and strong.
Wave after wave will flow with the tide And bury the world as it does Tide after tide will flow and recede Leaving life to go on as it was. What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the mist, catch the myth Catch the mystery, catch the drift. What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the witness, catch the wit Catch the spirit, catch the spit. Jump to the ground As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline Run like the wind As excitement shivers up and down my spine Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me an old machine For fifty odd years To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.
I strip away the old debris That hides a shining car A brilliant red Barchetta From a better vanished time I fire up the willing engine Responding with a roar Tires spitting gravel I commit my weekly crime. Well-weathered leather Hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome The blur of the landscape Every nerve aware. Suddenly ahead of me Across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air car Shoots towards me, two lanes wide I spin around with shrieking tires To run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley As another joins the chase.
Living on a lighted stage Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality Beyond the gilded cage. Cast in this unlikely role Ill-equipped to act With insufficient tact One must put up barriers To keep oneself intact. Chorus: Living in the limelight The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation The underlying theme.
Grim faced and forbidding Their faces closed tight An angular mass of New Yorkers Pacing in rhythm Race the oncoming night They chase through the streets of Manhattan Head first humanity Pause at a light Then flow through the streets of the city. They seem oblivious To a soft spring rain Like an English rain So light, yet endless From a leaden sky.
The buildings are lost In their limitless rise My feet catch the pulse And the purposeful stride. I feel the sense of possibilities I feel the wrench of hard realities The focus is sharp in the city. Green and grey washes In a wispy white veil Mist in the streets of Westminster Wistful and weathered The pride still prevails Alive in the streets of the city.
Are they oblivious To this quality? Pavements may teem With intense energy But the city is calm In this violent sea. The night is black Without a moon The air is thick and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely torch lit hill. Features distorted in the flickering light The faces are twisted and grotesque Silent and stern in the sweltering night The mob moves like demons possessed Quiet in conscience, calm in their right Confident their ways are best.
The righteous rise With burning eyes Of hatred and ill-will Madmen fed on fear and lies To beat and burn and kill. Quick to judge Quick to anger Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear walk hand in hand. Unstable condition A symptom of life In mental and environmental change Atmospheric disturbance The feverish flux Of human interface and interchange. The impulse is pure Sometimes our circuits get shorted By external interference Signals get crossed And the balance distorted By internal incoherence.
A tired mind become a shape-shifter Everybody need a mood lifter Everybody need reverse polarity Everybody got mixed feelings About the function and the form Everybody got to deviate from the norm. An ounce of perception A pound of obscure Process information at half speed Pause, rewind, replay Warm memory chip Random sample, hold the one you need. Leave out the fiction The fact is, this friction Will only be worn by persistence Leave out conditions Courageous convictions Will drag the dream into existence. A tired mind become a shape-shifter Everybody need a soft filter Everybody need reverse polarity Everybody got mixed feelings About the function and the form Everybody got to elevate from the norm.
Sprawling on the fringes of the city In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown. Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone. Chorus: Subdivisions In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out Subdivisions In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth.
Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night. Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights.
The boy lies in the grass with one blade Stuck between his teeth A vague sensation quickens In his young and restless heart And a bright and nameless vision Has him longing to depart. Chorus: You move me You move me With your buildings and your eyes Autumn woods and winter skies You move me You move me Open sea and city lights Busy streets and dizzy heights You call me You call me.
The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs Dances on the edge of his dream And her voice rings in his ears Like the music of the spheres. The boy lies in the grass, unmoving Staring at the sky His mother starts to call him As a hawk goes soaring by The boy pulls down his baseball cap And covers up his eyes. His world is under observation We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view.
He picks up scraps of conversation Radio and radiation From the dancers and romancers With the answers but no clue. His world is under anesthetic Subdivided and synthetic His reliance on the giants In the science of the day. Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy? Not the faulty units in this mad machinery? Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry? Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time And those who push us down that they might climb Is any killer worth more than his crime? The dancer slows her frantic pace In pain and desperation Her aching limbs and downcast face Aglow with perspiration. Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire With just the briefest pause The flooding through her memory The echoes of old applause.
The writer stare with glassy eyes Defies the empty page His beard is white, his face is lined. Thirty years ago, how the words would flow With passion and precision But now his mind is dark and dulled By sickness and indecision.
Circle in the Sand
Lit up with anticipation We arrive at the launching site The sky is still dark, nearing dawn On the Florida coastline. Circling choppers slash the night With roving searchlight beams This magic day when super-science Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams. Floodlit in the hazy distance The star of this unearthly show Venting vapours, like the breath Of a sleeping white dragon. Crackling speakers, voices tense Resume the final count All systems check, T minus nine As the sun and the drama start to mount.
The air is charged A humid, motionless mass The crowds and the cameras The cars full of spectators pass Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife Technology…high, on the leading edge of life. The earth beneath us starts to tremble With the spreading of a low black cloud A thunderous roar shakes the air Like the whole world exploding. Scorching blast of golden fire As it slowly leaves the ground Tears away with a mighty force The air is shattered by the awesome sound. Like a pillar of cloud The smoke lingers high in the air In fascination With the eyes of the world We stare.
The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you. Cruising under your radar Watching from satellites Take a page from the red book Keep them in your sights Red alert Red alert. Left and rights of passage Black and whites of youth Who can face the knowledge That the truth is not the truth?
Obsolete Absolute. I learned your love for life, I feel the way that you would I feel your presence I remember. Ragged lines of ragged grey Skeletons, they shuffle away Shouting guards and smoking guns Will cut down the unlucky ones. I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate Are the liberators here? Do I hope or do I fear?
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- Home is a circle in the sand | Projects | Meital Yaniv.
Things crawl in the darkness That imagination spins Needles at your nerve ends Crawl like spiders on your skin. Pounding in your temples And a surge of adrenaline Every muscle tense to fence the enemy within. Suspicious looking stranger Flashes you a dangerous grin Shadows across your window Was it only trees in the wind? Every breath a static charge, A tongue that tastes like tin Steely-eyed outside to hide the enemy within.
To you, is it movement or is it action? Is it contact or just reaction? And you: revolution or just resistance? Is it living, or just existence? Yeah, you! It takes a little more persistence To get up and go the distance. One humanoid escapee One android on the run Seeking freedom beneath a lonely desert sun. Trying to change its program Trying to change the mode, crack the code Images conflicting into data overload.