Dias On a night of starry skies and wishes that come true. How I wish that me and you could go looking glasses through. Find ourselves reflected in a pool of our own thought that our memory forgot to serve us well. Dais gonna find you when you’re lost and all alone, when your confidence is gone and there is no clear way home, Olah. All your rainy nights are just the shackles on the clouds. The darkness is a shroud of all the worries you allowed. Shimmering horizons of imaginary lands, drifting through our fingered hands, that’s all we are. Dias gonna find you when you’re lost and all alone, when your confidence is gone and the intimacy’s gone. Heaven knows the way to hell is sinking like a stone when the currency of love is all you own. Olah
Cold Cold Night In the cold cold night up upon this hill that old grey sky is gonna sap my will. In the cold cold night while the women wale I’ living out this old and sorry tale. In the cold cold night. With my heart of pain oh how they’ll use my battered name. In the cold cold night Well I guess I knew where all these things I said would lead me to Well even if this song so sorry says, you know I won’t regret a single day. All that’s left of me is yet to come and all that’s left for you to say what’s done is done is done is done. In the cold, cold night, with my arms spread wide no glory born till my love has died in the cold cold night well I guess I knew where all these things I said would lead me to. And all I ever done was done for you so leave me on the cross you nailed me to.
Our Revolution. Well the times they were hard we were all out of saints. We did what we could and then we left the rest to fate. But our passionate love slowly turned into hate. The best we could hope for was a break in the state of our revolution that taught us all that we all. The world was our stage all lit up by the stars and nothing could touch us if we held the course, but our Ideology was compromised, by arms of force. So we picked up the pieces of all that we thought. We tried to dispose of the weapons we bought but old habits die-hard when the future gets dark. We longed for the days when we lived in the heart of our revolution that taught us what we could be the world was a stage for where we could see. The power and glory of our victory, but the fortunes of war only brought us misery. If all of this suffering could bring us some peace we could stop fighting the conflict would cease. We could all just go home to a world of our own. The harmony of what could be, every little song of a revelation that we can be who we are. Sharing the stage all lit up by the stars and nothing could touch us if we held the course and our ideology won’t compromise to arms of force.
The Very Air I heard the sounds that were said. The echoes resound all through my head. That’s how it all stays on my mind, illuminates all that I find. And all I could dream to ever know, the very air. Sunbath the sky in afterglow, when you care to know, all that there is to show. Bathing in waves of colouring light the frequence divides the shade and the bright. Defining on how I’ll makeup my mind. Deciding on how to use all this time, and all I could dream to every know the very air. Sunbath the sky in afterglow when you care. All I could hope to ever see the very air. Sunburst the sky enlightens me when you care to know all there is to share and to feel that you’re really there are you really there?
Troubled Waters We’re sailing troubled waters now there’s pirates of the port side bow be ware son. We’re sailing from the Spanish main with gold and silver ill got gains from there son. And as the wave buffet our craft we sow the seeds of our collapse by killing mother natures son, we condemned ourselves the chosen ones. Mean while back upon the ranch the bankers gamble your last chance away, son. Still you sweeten up the pot this game will take all you have got away, son. Mad hatters at the tea party making Darwin make believe, Jesus wept the Christian right. In gods name all you do is fight. Now the globe is warming up it’s time to own the biggest truck you can Son watch the prehistoric become a modern slick with fossel fuel that seeps through pits of sand son. While industry has to make a buck the ecosystem soaks it up In idealistic paradise We never take our own advice
Addictive Personality When I was young I took so many drugs like the music that I loved I got addicted to the feel of it and I could never get enough. So I left to find the London sound Drunken nights in Camden town I played the music of the public house Just to by another round. The music and the melody made see what it meant to me I knew at once I had to try to get high as a frequency so I could clearly be with my addictive personality. Middle ages made me so confused muddled up with love and booze. Married to romantic rhetoric, every winner’s born to lose. But we were trying so relentlessly. To be everything we could possibly be. In our minds we were the Nazz, never cared for all tat jazz Kay shira was the philosophy. But then a child upon my knee made me see the best days are yet to come I took the sum of all my vice, I thought twice for my only son, so we could be as one, Addicted now to only family fun. Now I’m back where I was all along. Now and then have come and gone. I’m still addicted to the feel it. Passion burns in every song. The music and the melody are to me what still sets me free. Still I know I have to try to get high as that frequency, to somehow remedy, my addictive personality.
Canción Triste
(Marc St Aubin)
Jesse Cook
Cancion Triste / If I could love you more or less Would that be right with you I’m feeling more than I can confess and it’s left me adrift of you Sleep won’t take the night Cuz you’re the light that guides me. Lonely were the days that pasted away behind me The two of us are one, the moon reflects the sun inside me. Tender the night, Beside me. Returning to something more or less Ourselves before we’re blessed I’m feeling the trace of your last caress and it’s left me warm to you.
All that Remains
(Marc St Aubin)
Jesse Cook
All that Remains. If I could kindle next to you I’d warm into your memory and there I’d burn in rapture till the flames all that remain. If I could sail the seas to find, the treasure of your heart in mine. To Have and hold, our fortunes told for us all that remains If I could read your thoughts and find that they in turn entwined with mine then love will reign and entertain for us all that remains.
