The Balance After he had journeyed, And his feet were sore, And he was tired, He came upon an orange grove And he rested And he lay in the cool, And while he rested, he took to himself an orange and tasted it, And it was good. And he felt the earth to his spine, And he asked, and he saw the tree above him, and the stars, And the veins in the leaf, And the light, and the balance. And he saw magnificent perfection, Whereon he thought of himself in balance, And he knew he was. Just open your eyes, And realize, the way its always been. Just open your mind And you will find The way its always been. Just open your heart And that’s a start. And he thought of those he angered, For he was not a violent man, And he thought of those he hurt For he was not a cruel man And he thought of those he frightened For he was not an evil man, And he understood. He understood himself. Upon this he saw that when he was of anger or knew hurt or felt fear, It was because he was not understanding, And he learned, compassion. And with his eye of compassion. He saw his enemies like unto himself, And he learned love. Then, he was answered. Just open your eyes, And realize, the way its always been. Just open your mind And you will find The way its always been. Just open your heart And that’s a start. - Moody Blues
There Is An Ocean lyrics [FONT="] [/FONT][FONT="]There is an ocean of vast proportion[/FONT] [FONT="] And she flows within ourselves.[/FONT] [FONT="] To take dips daily we dive in gaily,[/FONT] [FONT="] He knows who goes within himself.[/FONT] [FONT="] The abode of Angels, the mystical Promised Land,[/FONT] [FONT="] The one and only Heaven, the God of man[/FONT] [FONT="] Is but the closing of an eyelid away.[/FONT] [FONT="] There is a silence of pure excellence[/FONT] [FONT="] And she flows within ourselves.[/FONT] [FONT="] To appreciate, re-deactivate,[/FONT] [FONT="] He knows who goes within himself.[/FONT] [FONT="] The domain of Devils, the Fearful Land,[/FONT] [FONT="] The only and only Hades, the Satan of man[/FONT] [FONT="] Is but the closing of an eyelid away.[/FONT] [FONT="] All is as it was and ever more shall be,[/FONT] [FONT="] Though they try to tell us it's not so.[/FONT] [FONT="] Over all the earth there's nothing new to see,[/FONT] [FONT="]Excepting every seed will newly grow.[/FONT] [FONT="] Innocence in childhood false men misconstrue[/FONT] [FONT="] To be years of darkness spent in shade,[/FONT] [FONT="] Denying childhood's vision of the God of Love,[/FONT] [FONT="] So that Truth be turned about and untruth made,[/FONT] [FONT="] And untruth made.[/FONT] [FONT="] There is a reason for every season[/FONT] [FONT="] Of change within ourselves.[/FONT] [FONT="] To navigate, re-appreciate[/FONT] [FONT="] And know the flow within ourselves.[/FONT] [FONT="] The deliverance from Deluge, the good dry land,[/FONT] [FONT="] The one and only Haven, the rock of Man[/FONT] [FONT="] Is but the closing of an eyelid away.[/FONT][FONT="] There is a season, ooh,[/FONT] [FONT="] There is an ocean, ooh,[/FONT] [FONT="] There is a silence, ooh.[/FONT] [FONT="] [/FONT][FONT="]- Donovon[/FONT]
Late Lament Breathe deep the gathering gloom Watch lights fade from every room Bedsitter people look back and lament Another day's useless energy spent. Impassioned lovers wrestle as one, Lonely man cries for love and has none. New mother picks up and suckles her son, Senior citizens wish they were young. Cold hearted orb that rules the night, Removes the colors from our sight. Red is grey and yellow white, But we decide which is right. And which is an illusion??? - Graeme Edge
We Can Work It Out Lennon-McCartney Try to see it my way, Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on? While you see it your way, Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone. We can work it out. We can work it out. Think of what you're saying, You can get it wrong and still you think that it's alright, Think of what I'm saying, We can work it out and get it straight, or say good-night. We can work it out. We can work it out. Life is very short, and there's no time, For fussing and fighting, my friend, I have always though that it's a crime, So I will ask you once again. Try to see it my way, Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong, While you see your way, There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long. Life is very short, and there's no time, For fussing and fighting, my friend, I have always thought that it's a crime, So I will ask you once again. Try to see it my way, Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong, While you see it your way, There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long. We can work it out. We can work it out.
Watching the river flow What's the matter with me, I don't have much to say, Daylight sneakin' through the window And I'm still in this all-night cafe. Walkin' to and fro beneath the moon Out to where the trucks are rollin' slow, To sit down on this bank of sand And watch the river flow. Wish I was back in the city Instead of this old bank of sand, With the sun beating down over the chimney tops And the one I love so close at hand. If I had wings and I could fly, I know where I would go. But right now I'll just sit here so contentedly And watch the river flow. People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah, Makes you stop and all wonder why. Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street Who just couldn't help but cry. Oh, this ol' river keeps on rollin', though, No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow, And as long as it does I'll just sit here And watch the river flow. People disagreeing everywhere you look, Makes you wanna stop and read a book. Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street That was really shook. But this ol' river keeps on rollin', though, No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow, And as long as it does I'll just sit here And watch the river flow. Watch the river flow, Watchin' the river flow, Watchin' the river flow, But I'll sit down on this bank of sand And watch the river flow. - Bob Dylan
My God, by Jethro Tull Oh people - what have you done - locked Him in His golden cage. Made Him bend to your religion - Him resurrected from the grave. He is the god of nothing - if that's all that you can see. You are the god of everything He's inside you and me. So lean upon Him gently and don't call on Him to save you from your social graces and the sins you used waive. The bloody Church of England - in chains of history - requests your earthly presence at the vicarage for tea. And the graven image you - know - who - with His plastic crucifix - he's got him fixed - confuses me as to who and where and why - as to how he gets his kicks. Confessing to the endless sin - the endless whining sounds. You'll be praying till next Thursday to all the gods that you can count
Eyes Of A Child Listen hear the sound The child awakes Wonder all around The child awakes Now in his life He never must be lost No thoughts must deceive him in life he must trust With the eyes of a child You must come out and see That your world's spinning round And through life you will be A small part of a hope of a love that exists In the eyes of a child you will see Earth falls far away New life awaits Time it has no day New life awaits Here is your dream And now how does it feel No words will go with you And now what is real? With the eyes of a child You must come out and see That your world's spinning round And through life you will be A small part of a hope of a love that exists In the eyes of a child you will see - Moody Blues
Eyes Of A Child Part 2 I'm gonna' sit and watch the web That you will build this day Will be a thread of love you weave It's yours to show the way Then everything will be as you will see In the light With the eyes of a child You must come out and see That your world's spinning round And through life you will be A small part of a hope of a love that exists In the eyes of a child you will see With the eyes of a child You must come out and see That your world's spinning round And through life you will be A small part of a hope of a love that exists ... - Moody Blues
Hawking. Whenever i I close my eyes Then i don't mind being the way i am But whenever i try Explaining why I know i never can Now that it's Gone, paths i used to travel Gone, things i used to handle Gone, once i had a choice what to be But then god kissed me And i lost it when i fainted in his arms Have pity on me brother I'm trapped behind the mirror I'm out here on the border Wondering why Why was it i? Maybe my mind wouldn't have come this way If i'd taken my time Answers only unwind When you can't look away Maybe 'cause I want the secret broken I want the casket open I need to see what no eyes can see And when god kissed me Then i dreamed them when i fainted in her arms Now i've got to go on sleeping Lean in a little closer And i'll tell you what i'm dreaming I'll tell you what i'm dreaming I see time without beginning Space without an ending I see bodies strong and running With minds not comprehending Have pity on your brother Please have pity on your sister Take pity on each other And on every living creature Whenever i Open my eyes I can't believe it's real It's a jungle outside People just survive They can't reach the high ideal But i Know if i can't recover, at least i Know, i know the book from cover to cover, and who Knows, i might dream forever Since i've met the world's greatest lover When god kissed me And i knew it when i fainted in his arms Let's dream together people. Todd Rundgren - from the album 'Nearly Human'.
Ball and Chain I don't understand how come you're gone, man. I don't understand why half the world is still crying, man, when the other half of the world is still crying too, man, I can't get it together. I mean, if you got a cat for one day, man — I mean, if you, say, say, if you want a cat for 365 days, right — You ain't got him for 365 days, you got him for one day, man. Well I tell you that one day, man, better be your life, man. Because, you know, you can say, oh man, you can cry about the other 364, man, but you're gonna lose that one day, man, and that's all you've got. You gotta call that love, man. That's what it is, man. If you got it today you don't want it tomorrow, man, 'cause you don't need it, 'cause as a matter of fact, as we discovered in the train, tomorrow never happens, man. It's all the same f**king day, man.* - Janis Joplin *These lyrics are taken from the "Joplin in Concert" album and this part is different than the "Cheap Thrills" version. The train ride refers to the 1970 "Festive Express" train tour across Canada taken by EricAndersen, The Band, Buddy Guy Blues Band, Delaney and Bonnie and Friends, The Flying Burrito Brothers, The Grateful Dead, Ian and Sylvia, Great Speckled Bird, Janis Joplin, Mashmakhan, Mountain, Tom Rush, and Seatrain. Traffic, Ten Years After, and Sha Na Na performed in towns along the way but didn't ride the train. All that for $14.00!
Out And In Gazing past the planets, looking for total view I've been lying here for hours, You've got to make the journey out and in Wonders of a lifetime, right there before your eyes Searching with this life of ours You've got to make the journey out and in Out and in, out and in. If you think it's a joke, that's all right Do what you want to do. I've said my piece and I'll leave it all up to you Wonders of a lifetime, right there before your eyes Searching with this life of ours You've got to make the journey out and in Out and in, out and in. If you think it's a joke, that's all right Do what you want to do. I've said my piece and I'll leave it all up to you Gazing past the planets, looking for total view I've been lying here for hours, You've got to make the journey out and in Out and in, out and in Out and in, out and in Out and in - Moody Blues
The Fool On The Hill Day after day alone on a hill The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still, But nobody wants to know him, They can see that he's just a fool And he never gives an answer. But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round. Well on the way, head in a cloud, The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud, But nobody ever hears him, Or the sound he appears to make And he never seems to notice. But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round. And nobody seems to like him, They can tell what he wants to do And he never shows his feelings. But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round. He never listens to them, He knows that they're the fools. They don't like him. But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round. - J. Lennon, P. McCartney
On Hyndford Street Take me back, take me way, way, way back On Hyndford Street Where you could feel the silence at half past eleven On long summer nights As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg And the voices whispered across Beechie River In the quietness as we sank into restful slumber in the silence And carried on dreaming, in God And walks up Cherry Valley from North Road Bridge, railway line On sunny summer afternoons Picking apples from the side of the tracks That spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue Watching the moth catcher working the floodlights in the evenings And meeting down by the pylons Playing round Mrs. Kelly's lamp Going out to Holywood on the bus And walking from the end of the lines to the seaside Stopping at Fusco's for ice cream In the days before rock 'n' roll Hyndford Street, Abetta Parade Orangefield, St. Donard's Church Sunday six-bells, and in between the silence there was conversation And laughter, and music and singing, and shivers up the back of the neck And tuning in to Luxembourg late at night And jazz and blues records during the day Also Debussy on the third programme Early mornings when contemplation was best Going up the Castlereagh hills And the cregagh glens in summer and coming back To Hyndford Street, feeling wondrous and lit up inside With a sense of everlasting life And reading Mr. Jelly Roll and Big Bill Broonzy And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac Over and over again And voices echoing late at night over Beechie River And it's always being now, and it's always being now It's always now Can you feel the silence? On Hyndford Street where you could feel the silence At half past eleven on long summer nights As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg And the voices whispered across Beechie River And in the quietness we sank into restful slumber in silence And carried on dreaming in God. - Van Morrison
You Can Never Go Home I don't know what I'm searching for I never have opened the door Tomorrow may find me at last, Turning my back on the past, But, time will tell, of stars that fell, A million years ago. Memories can never take you back, home, sweet, home. You can never go home any more. All my life I never really knew me till today. Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way. I lie awake for hours, I'm just waiting for the sun. When the journey we are making has begun, Don't deny the feeling that is stealing through your heart. Every happy ending needs to have a start. All my life I never really knew me till today. Now I know why I am just another step along the way. Weep no more for treasures you've been searching for in vain, 'Cos the truth is gently falling with the rain, High above the forest lie the pastures of the sun, Where the two that learned the secret now are one. - Justin Hayward
"Without Rings" Someone's hanging out, We can't forget about. Things that people do when they're free. Like visitors from space, It's hard to find a place, To blend in and go unrecognized. I'm waiting for a sign, I'm standing on the road, My mind outstretched to you. I'm picking something up, I'm letting something go, Like a dog I'm fetching this for you. Pictures in mind: Rows of poppy fields, Harmony entwined, Changing gears that grind. Pictures in my mind. Pictures in my brain: Electrical energy, Fighting drugs with pain, There's a war inside. Pictures in my brain. I'm looking for a job, I don't know what I'm doing, My software's not compatible with you. But this I can't deny, I know that you can fly, 'Cause I'm here on the ground without you. Angel without wings, Owner without things, Sharpshooter without rings around you. The road we used to ride, Together side by side Has flowers pushing through the dotted line. Neil Young from the 'Silver and Gold' album
Morcheeba - Fear and Love really does it for me, but it's not very rocky at all. words: We always have a choice Or at least I think we do We can always use our voice I thought this to be true We can live in fear Extend our selves to love We can fall below Or lift our selves above Chorus: Fear can stop you loving Love can stop your fear Fear can stop you loving But it's not always that clear I always try so hard To share my self around But now I'm closing up again Drilling through the ground Chorus I'd love to give my self away But I find it hard to trust I've got no map to find my way Amongst these clouds of dust Chorus
There's got to be just more to it Than this Or tell me why do we exist I'd like to think that when I die I'd get a chance another time And to return and live again Reincarnate, play the game Again and again and again Iron Maiden - Infinite dreams
Lost am I in this world of timelessness and woe Can I find the doorways through which I must go Is the key to this plane too much for me to try to gain Is the passport to this world my astral soul? Hawkwind - Seven by seven