ROOTS TO BRANCHES Roots To Branches Words get written. Words get twisted. Old meanings move in the drift of time. Lift the flickering torches. See gentle shadows change the features of the faces cut in unmoving stone. Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening. Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening. True disciples carrying that message to colour just a little with their personal touch. Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half-believers Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow. Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening. Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening. In wet and windy priest-holes. Grand in vast cathedrals. High on lofty minarets or in the temples of doom. I hope the old man's got his face on. He'd better be some quick change artist. Suffer little children to make their minds up soon. Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening. Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening. Rare And Precious Chain Rare and precious chain Do I have to tell you, tell you once again? Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. Rare and precious chain Binds me to your soul round gently pulsing veins. Shackled tight, feel love's bite coming back to you. No gold of fools. No hostage taking. No engagement rules. To leave you forsaken. Tiny beads of sweat thin diamond glistening, glistening around your neck, forgotten rooms, dark catacombs they all come back to you. No crock of glittering prizes. No sharply worded telegram. No excuses for the word-weary. No excuses for who I am. It's a rare and precious chain. Around your neck I place it, place it once again. Drawn finger tight, feel love's bite coming back to you. Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. Rare and precious chain. Out Of The Noise Glued to the kerbstone, staring. Frozen at the stop-sign too. See that crazy suicide mongrel. He's going to try to cross that avenue. Old dog of experience, ripping through the black and yellow cabs, dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys. He's got his mind on someone else's dinner Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise. Lives down in some cool, cool basement Sharing with a family of bouncy, ratty little guys Works to a discipline of ritual undertakings Sleep, eat, and gentle exercise Old dog of experience, ripping through the black and yellow cabs, dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys. He's got his mind on someone else's dinner Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise. Some towns I know, he could end up in a restaurant wrong side of a table for two. It's enough to send him running, running for cover. Back into traffic, what's a poor dog to do? Old mutt of experience, ripping through the black and yellow cabs, dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys. He's got his mind on someone else's dinner Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise. This Free Will She peeled from a stretch black snake which slipped up to the hotel door. Darting looks from piercing eyes The stir of memory and then no more. Well, you know how I have to believe She can almost remember my name. It's been a long time coming, babe Long time loose amongst foreign hills Shaking my faith in this free will. Years ago in a coastal town, mosquitoes buzzed in her hair. Schooldress torn and bare feet brown Then the rains came and she wasn't there. You're closing your doors on me when you had almost remembered my name. It's been a long time coming, babe Long time loose amongst foreign hills Shaking my faith in this free will. Sharp points in an ink black sky Faint words collide, then are lost. I'll follow you beneath this dome Win you back at any cost. I know we were children then, but you can almost remember my name. It's been a long time coming, babe Long time loose amongst foreign hills Well, let's be children still Don't shake my faith in this free will. Don't shake my faith in this free will. Valley Wake hard in the morning. See the young girl milking. Stream rushing by on a bed of stone. Old goats and sandstone cracking All containing Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones. In the long red, red valley people live here too long. In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song. Some bad people living further down the valley, Not easy for us to do good trade. We got snowmelt, snowmelt sweet water. They got that valley road that they made. In the long red, red valley people dying here too long. In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song. Holding hands on the hillside. Showing love to your brother your sister and your mother but we hate those people down the valley. Has anybody seen Moses? Get him off that mountain. Bring back the tablets of stone. It's a wise, wise prophet who keeps his own council. Yeah, leave the other man's wife alone. In the long red, red valley people live here too long. In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song. Wake hard in the morning. See the young girl milking. Stream rushing by on a bed of stone. Old goats and sandstone cracking All containing Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones. In the long red, red valley people living here too long. In the long red, red valley they only live the valley song. In the long red, red valley people dying here too long. In the long red, red valley they only know the valley song. Dangerous Veils Desert candle in a tented space throwing softer shadows on a covered face. Sister, silent to the likes of me Pay my respects to her propriety. Is this some crazy woman here, dancing behind her thin black veil? Am I misreading those mysterious eyes? Duet impossible to harmonize. I'm not inviting any stiff reaction. I'm not one for naming holy names. And I won't peek behind those dangerous veils. Though you might hate me just the same. Name of the Father ringing in her head Thinking over what the prophet said. Words and tradition bind her in their spell. Don't drink the water from this holy well. I'm not inviting any fierce reaction and I'm not one for naming holy names. I won't peek behind those dangerous veils. Though you might hate me just the same. Desert candle in a tented space Softer shadows on a covered face. Sister, silent to the likes of me I tip my hat to her propriety. I'm not inviting any fierce reaction and I'm not one for naming holy names. I won't peek behind those dangerous veils. Though you might hate me just the same. Beside Myself Small child messing down, messing down. in the streets of Bombay. Cities like this have no shame, no shame; indeed, why should they? Out in the middle distance, several tragedies are playing. I'm beside myself. Big sister, can you hear him, can you hear him? I'm beside myself. Big sister, can you see him cry, see him cry? I'm beside myself. I saw you taking money in the shadows in the shadows by the station there. I'll wish you up a silver train to carry you to school, bring you home again. Strip off that work paint and put a cleaner face on. I'm beside myself. Hollow faced mother with her babe in arms, babe in arms-looks through me. Behind forgotten charms, forgotten charms to soothe me. Between the guilt and charity I feel the wimp inside of me. I'm beside myself. Out in the middle distance, still more tragedies are playing. I'm beside myself. I'm so proud of you Swimming up from the deep blue. Which one of me do you run to? I'm beside myself. Small child messing down, messing down. in the streets of Bombay. Cities like this have no shame, have no shame; indeed, why should they? Out in the middle distance, several tragedies are playing. I'm beside myself. Wounded, Old And Treacherous A walk on the quiet side, late in the day Don't mean to get in anybody's way. The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky. Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly. There was a time when love was the law. There was a time for the tooth and the claw. Last rites given, no holds barred. Heaven Express on my credit card. Now let me draw the jungle line I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine. Won't make trouble, I don't need no fuss. But I'm wounded, old and I'm treacherous. Allow me to draw the jungle line you cross it once, you cross some friends of mine. They won't make trouble, they don't need no fuss but they're wounded, old and they're treacherous. In the crisp of evening, on sacred ground Ghosts of fathers pushing moonbeams round. Big cats prowling inside your head They left for China; better left for dead. Let me draw the jungle line I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine. Won't make trouble, I don't need no fuss. But I'm wounded, old and I'm treacherous. A walk on the quiet side, late in the day Don't mean to get in anybody's way. The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky. Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly. There was a time when love was the law. There was a time for the tooth and the claw. Last rites given, no holds barred. Heaven Express on my credit card. living mountains going to shake that town big mother calling you from underground. She don't want trouble, she don't need no fuss. But she's wounded, old and treacherous. At Last, Forever So why are you holding my hand tonight? I'm not intending to go far away. I'm just slipping through to the back room I'll leave you messages almost every day. And who was I to last forever? I didn't promise to stay the pace. Not in this lifetime, babe but we'll cling together: some kind of heaven written in your face. So why are you holding my hand tonight? Well, am I feeling so cold to the touch? Do my eyes seem to focus on some distant point? Why do I find it hard to talk too much? And who was I to last forever? I didn't promise to stay the pace. Not in this lifetime, babe but we'll cling together: some kind of heaven written in your face. So why are you holding my hand tonight? I'm not intending to go far away. I'm just slipping through to the back room I'll leave you messages almost every day. And who was I to last forever? I didn't promise to stay the pace. Not in this lifetime, babe but we'll cling together: some kind of heaven written in your face. Stuck In The August Rain Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray and bends to kiss my frown away. But I'm still still stuck in the August rain; stuck out in the cloudburst once again. The cover's on, the coast is clear. We're all battened down, only us here. But I'm still still stuck in the August rain; stuck out in the cloudburst once again. She walks between the lines and she can read my signs. Stuck out in the August rain: Out in the cloudburst once again. Single-minded in my gloom. I appear to revel in this darkened room. But I'm still still stuck in the August rain; stuck out in the cloudburst once again. She walks between the lines and she can read my signs. Stuck out in the August rain: Out in the cloudburst once again. Another Harry's Bar Wet wind on the sidewalk: I'm staring at the rain. Walking up the street, yeah, and walking down again. And my feet are tired and my brain is numb. See that broken neon sign saying, hey, in you come. Got the scent of stale beer hanging, hanging round my head. Old dog in the corner sleeping like he could be dead. A book of matches and a full ashtray. Cigarette left smoking its life away. Another Harry's bar -- or that's the tale they tell. But Harry's long gone now, and the customers as well. Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right. It'll all turn right. God's tears on the sidewalk: it's the mother of all rain. But in the thick blue haze of Harry's, you will feel no pain. And you will feel no soft hand slipping on your knee. You don't have to pay for memories, they will all come free. Another Harry's bar -- or that's the tale they tell. But Harry's long gone now, and the customers as well. Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right. It'll all turn right. Now when Harry was a young man, Harry was so debonair. He walked a bouncy step in his shiny shoes. And when Harry was a young man, well, Harry could walk on air. He mixed a mean cocktail and he talked you through the late news. You want to hear some great news? Harry's still here. Wet wind on the sidewalk: I'm still staring at the rain. Walking up the street, and I'm walking down again. And my feet are tired and my brain is numb. See that broken neon sign saying, hey, in you come. Another Harry's bar -- or that's the tale they tell. But Harry's long gone now, and the customers as well. Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right. It'll all turn right. Another Harry's bar. And another Harry's bar. And another, and another Harry's bar. |