Mozart

Dear friends, I am looking for songs with deeply meaningful lyrics. Something like, Pink Floyd's Wish you were here and John Lennon's Imagine. Please give your suggestions.

bob_32_116

Almost anything by Jon Anderson, with or without Yes. Awaken, for example.

grindy

PETER HAMMILL
"A Louse Is Not A Home"

Sometimes it's very scary here, sometimes it's very sad,
Sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have.
There's a line snaking down my mirror,
Splintered glass distorts my face
And though the light is strong and strange
It can't illuminate the musty corners of this place.
There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds;
I draw my murky meanings there
But seven years' dark luck is just around the corner
And in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair.
A cracked mirror 'mid the drapes of the landing:
Split image, labored understanding...
I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home.
I've lived in houses composed of glass
Where every movement is charted
But now the monitor screens are dark
And I can't tell if silent eyes are there.
My words are spiders upon the page,
They spin out faith, hope and reason -
But are they meet and just, or only dust
Gathering about my chair?
Sometimes I get the feeling
That there's someone else there:
The faceless watcher makes me uneasy;
I can feel him through the floorboards,
And His presence is creepy.
He informs me that I shall be expelled.
What is that but out of and into?
I don't know the nature of the door that I'd go through,
I don't know the nature of the nature
That I am inside...
I've lived in houses of brick and lead
Where all emotion is sacred
And if you want to devour the fruit
You must first sniff at the fragrance
And lay your body before the shrine
With poems and posies and papers
Or, if you catch the ruse, you'll have to choose
To stay, a monk, or leave, a vagrant.
What is this place you call home?
Is it a sermon or a confession?
Is it the chalice that you use for protection?
Is it really only somewhere you can stay?
Is it a rule-book or a lecture?
Is it a beating at the hands of your Protector?
Does the idol have feet of clay?
Home is what you make it,
So my friends all say,
But I rarely see their homes in these dark days.
Some of them are snails
And carry houses on their backs;
Others live in monuments
Which, one day, will be racks.
I keep my home in place
With sellotape and tin-tacks;
But I still feel there's some other Force here...
He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls
Keeps staring through
The eye-slits of the portraits in my hall.
He ravages my library and taps the telephone.
I've never actually seen Him,
But I know He's in my home
And if he goes away,
I can't stay here either.
I believe...er...I think...
Well, I don't know.....
I only live in one room at a time,
But all of the walls are ears and all the windows, eyes.
Everything else is foreign,
'Home' is my wordless chant :
Mmmmmaah!
Give it a chance!
I am surrounded by flesh and bone,
I am a temple of living,
I am a hermit, I am a drone,
And I am boring out a place to be.
With secret garlands about my head
Unearthly silence is broke,
The room is growing dark, and in the stark light
I see a face I know.
Could this be the guy who never shows
The cracked mirror what he's feeling,
Merely mumbles prayers to the ground where
He's kneeling:
"Home is home is home is home is home is home is me!"?
All you people looking for your houses,
Don't throw your weight around,
You might break your glasses
And if you do, you know you just can't see,
And then how are you to find
The dawning of the day?
Day is just a word I use
To keep the dark at bay
And people are imaginary, nothing else exists
Except the room I'm sitting in,
And, of course, the all-pervading mist -
Sometimes I wonder if even that's real.
Maybe I should de-louse this place,
Maybe I should de-place this louse,
Maybe I'll maybe my life away
In the confines of this silent house.
Sometimes it's very scary here, sometimes it's very sad,
Sometimes I think I'll disappear,sometimes I think.... I...

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A smell of petroleum prevails throughout.

Black Francis

George Harrison.



"Beware Of Darkness"

Watch out now, take care
Beware of falling swingers
Dropping all around you
The pain that often mingles
In your fingertips
Beware of darkness

Watch out now, take care
Beware of the thoughts that linger
Winding up inside your head
The hopelessness around you
In the dead of night

Beware of sadness
It can hit you
It can hurt you
Make you sore and what is more
That is not what you are here for

Watch out now, take care
Beware of soft shoe shufflers
Dancing down the sidewalks
As each unconscious sufferer
Wanders aimlessly
Beware of Maya

Watch out now, take care
Beware of greedy leaders
They take you where you should not go
While Weeping Atlas Cedars
They just want to grow, grow and grow
Beware of darkness (beware of darkness)

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"Hey Kids you got to meet the MIGHTY PIXIES!"

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