Music & Lyrics

A Dark, Stormy Night on the Highway

It was a dark, stormy night on the highway,
I was thinking about a song,
I’d known some good, I’d known some bad,
I was wondering where I might belong;

A voice called out of the dark,
Said, ‘There’s no use to lie,
I’ve seen your type before,
I know the trouble in your eyes;

‘The preacher man will tell you,
Not to speak of such things,
But you’ll never fly easy in heaven,
Till you’ve tested out the devil’s wings;’

Some miles down the road I wandered,
His words ringing in my head,
I came across an old hotel,
The band was playing for their bed,

I jumped onto the stage,
I played in my usual way,
A voice called out of the dark,
This is what it had to say,

‘It’s awful nice to be polite,
It’s sweet to hear an angel sing,
But you’ll never known your name,
Till you hear the devil swing;’

I found myself a seat at the bar,
I ordered myself a wine,
A strange man sat down beside me,
And brought his face close to mine,

He said, ‘There are tales I could relate,
Any tongue would long to tell,
I’m slept on the mountain of faith,
I’ve dreamt in the dungeons of hell,

‘You can crawl to the temple,
You can pray to the Lord above,
But until you’ve kissed the Devil, my friend,
You won’t know the meaning of love;’

Lord, won’t you save me,
I’m just one mortal soul,
If you wanted me to be a rock,
Why you’d make it easy to,
Make it so easy to, roll?

 

Summer Song

 

Summer broken by these smoky trails of rain,
The only flowers left, those we cannot claim,
Gathered in cruel circles on the window ledge,
Stranded by the words we longed to hold but could not pledge;

Through this crooked frame, I watch uncertain skies,
At the feet of the vacant trees, history solidifies,
The wind from the north blows through the thorns,
Whose side, whose side, whose side were we on?

Still I hear your voice, trembling in the seams,
Though it turned this way, weren’t for the weakness of our dreams,
Brave as the sun, we burned them, on the grieving docks,
Not seeing we were spoken for by the voiceless clocks.

On silver, tripping footsteps, we chased the melting dawn,
Watched from the crumbling towers of the kingdoms that we’d drawn,
Held up our glass, to catch the lightning flash,
Reached out for the kiss collapsing through the falling ash;

But the hour turned upon us, a traitor in the ring,
We looked on like children, wounded in the wings,
With every unsuspected blow, the fences grew weak,
Was it for this, for this, we were taught to speak?

Still I hear your voice, trembling in the seams,
Though it turned this way, weren’t for the weakness of our dreams,
Brave as the sun, we burned them, on the grieving docks,
Not seeing we were spoken for by the voiceless clocks.


Full Moon

Full moon, hangs low,
A song sung by the sea,
Means well, does cruel,
Like the love you bring to me;

Bright star, warm air,
The feel of spring on the breeze,
How long, how long,
Till you come home to me?

What is it out there makes you wander?
What is it gets under your feet?
What is it out there that you’re seeking
That you can’t seem to get from me?

Sunrise, red sky,
A painting hung by the trees,
Footsteps, your voice,
You’re coming home to me;

Strange clouds, cool air,
The tumbling autumn leaves,
How long, how long,
Until you leave?

What is it out there makes you wander?
What is it gets under your feet?
What is it out there you’re seeking
You can’t seem to get from me?

 

Ophelia

Ophelia’s come down from the castle,
She says she cannot believe,
Her feet, they are bleeding; her hair, it is wild;
She follows a circle of thieves;

Last time I saw her, her eyes were all ablaze,
She was counting on cards
And clinging to daisies
And praying to those who pray;

Oh, if she could trust him again,
Could look him straight in the eye,
But, she cannot, she cannot, she cannot, trust him again,
So, she’s losing herself in the sky;

Ophelia’s gone down to the forest
To walk where the light does not reach
She says that, ever since he took the sun,
She cannot recall how to see,

And the music she hears is
Discordant and strange,
Like somebody took all the melodies she knew
And had them rearranged;

Oh, if she could trust him again,
Could look him straight in the eye,
But, she cannot, she cannot, she cannot, trust him again,
So, she’s losing herself in the sky;

Ophelia’s gone down to the river,
Her skin is naked, it’s white,
Her hand holds his letter, the pages are torn,
Her fingers are trembling ice,

But her gaze, it is steady,
And her heart is deathly still,
It’s strange how quiet a heart might get,
Going in for the kill;

Oh, if she could trust him again,
Could look him straight in the eye,
But, she cannot, she cannot, she cannot, trust him again,
So, she’s giving herself to the sky.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s