Post 43 of my favorite song lyrics.

Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head

This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I’ll set you up among the stars

Gloria,
We lied, we can’t go on
This is the time and this is the place to be alive

Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
And there is discord in the garden tonight

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied

I cut the arrow from your neck
Stretched you beneath the tree
Among the roots and baby’s breath
I covered us with silver leaves

Gloria,
We lied, we can’t go on
This is the time and this is the place to be alive

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied

The sea is wine red (Gloria, we lied)
This is the death of beauty (we lied, this is the time and place)
The doves have died (Gloria, we lied)
The lovers have lied (this is the time and place)

I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon
With time to carry on
And try
For sins and false alarms
So to america the brave
Wise men save

Near a tree by a river
There’s a hole in the ground
where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There’s a wrong and a right
But he’ll never, never fight over you

I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Oh, for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you

It’s not me you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold

Near a tree by a river
There’s a hole in the ground
where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There’s a wrong and a right
But he’ll never, never fight over you

I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise men’s child

Near a tree by a river
There’s a hole in the ground
where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There’s a wrong and a right
But he’ll never, never fight over you

Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip of night’s unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone
The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone

You don’t see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier
All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe

I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact
So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass
I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky
You will see your beauty every moment that you rise

Actually, I was never conceived
And I don’t expect to be believed
But I’ve found my mouth stitched shut with glossy pink thread
And when I think of the lie filled love-life that I’ve led

I row boats all day with Karl, Vlad, and E. Leon
My tongue made of ivory, my teeth are all gone
The bones in my face they weren’t here all along
I’m straight and I love your coffee cake

I found a lost puppy and I took him home
Since then he’s agreed to leave me alone
For over a month cause I’m spelling bee queen
Let me tell you more, you’ll see what I mean

I took a sea lion by the waist and I twisted it
Then I kiss-ed it
It was mossy and chaste
That is funny isn’t it
Not to tell you would be such a waste

Can’t you see me
I am your long lost best friend
Please believe me
All these things have happened

I went for a ride on the carousel
I was on a yellow horse, right behind the swan
In the swan, a man and a woman they were doing it
I didn’t want to look, I wished I’d brought a book

I looked down at the chip in my horse’s red mane
He had a high, soft, beautiful voice
I got down and I ran around, and then I asked him his name
He said out loud, he said it was “First Choice”

Yes Mom, I’m still a virgin
And you are Marilyn Monroe
When I was a little girl we grew wings
And flew under the sea
To see my daddy Mr. Edgar Allen Poe

Oh, I would crawl into the furnace to take a warm nap
On the cast-iron lap of Walt Disney
Then we’d go out for a swim in the sea of mercury
I never thanked him for what he did for me

Can’t you see me
I am your long lost best friend
Please believe me
All these things have happened

Here shadows move of their own will
Through the twilight
I call a nameless place my home
And castles fall into the past for you

Tonight find the starlit rain within her hands
As sand suffocates beneath the seas again
Nights such as this may find us here but once
So throw dreams away and never wish again

Reflections shatter in my grip
My body shivers
With energy that can believe
I struggle in your presence
Though you may not see
I care for everything you are

Tonight find the starlit rain within her hands
As sand suffocates beneath the seas again
Nights such as this may find us here but once
So throw dreams away and never wish again

The palest nights are yours
May they stand against the storm
May they live within you

Tonight find the starlit rain within her hands
As sand suffocates beneath the seas again
Nights such as this may find us here but once
So throw dreams away and never wish again

Goodnight goodnight
Leave all your toys
Candles and cats
A few stupid boys
And a rock for good luck
Two different eyes
Leave your red birds to sing us lullabies
And some books and a baby
A ceiling of gold
The New York Yankees
And a bottle of snow

Mad Tom of Bedlam

To see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I’ve travelled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
To save her shoes from gravel

It’s well that we sing bonney boys
Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money

I went down to Satan’s kitchen
For to break my fast one morning
And there I got souls popping hot
All on the spits a-turnin’

It’s well that we sing bonney boys
Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money

They’ spirits got hot as lightning
Did on that journey guide me
The sun did shake and the pale moon quake
Wherever they did spy me

Yet it’s well that we sing bonney boys
Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money

My staff has murdered giants
And my pack a long knife carries
For to slice mince pies from children’s thighs
From which to feed the faeries

It’s well that we sing bonney boys
Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money

Tonight I’ll go a murderin’
The man in the moon to a powder
His dog I’ll shake and his staff I’ll break
And I’ll howl a wee bit louder

It’s well that we sing bonney boys
Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money

To see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I’ve travelled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
To save her shoes from gravel

It’s well that we sing bonney boys
Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money

Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
With the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
With the reds of pink hummingbirds
Blue Moon
So white
So scared
To come out tonight
It’s too dark
For him
He’s just a boy
With a man’s grin
Crane and the swan
Wingspan across
Lake’s silver light
The ivory night
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
With the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
With the reds of pink hummingbirds
Godiva Girl
Swimming in chocolate
Winged foil heart cardinals
Oh but February stopped it
Red Bird
Scared white
She’s just a girl
With a woman’s smile
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
With the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
With the reds of pink hummingbirds

Night cracked like a skull
Made the moon convulse
Wrapped its chilly tongue around my mast
A fortnight it would be
Since I’d been out at sea
Ne’er another soul had crossed my path
Ne’er another soul had crossed my path

I was hauling salt
In my bleached and battered boat
Trawling just to pass the restless night
When I felt the queerest tug
Against that fraying cord
Reeling in a devastating sight
In the brackish sound
Somebody had drowned
She wrapped her raven rings around my line
She wrapped her raven rings around my line

In a tangled open dress
The most comely bloodless breasts
A distant look was frozen in her eyes
A fiend possessed my soul
As I helped her to disrobe
A rope of weeds was woven round her thighs
A rope of weeds was woven round her thighs

My ill and frenzied heart
And the quiet lapping song
Beaten by the splendor of her hips
I had to lay her down
Atop those briny beds
And press my mouth against her silent lips

The frigid moon was green
Upon my wicked scene
My wasted angel shimmering in sand
I had to be with her
And leave the world behind
I knew that no one else could understand
And I slipped her silver palm inside my hand

Married to the bower
I threw our bodies overboard
Our hearts were bound by heavy rusted chain
Now I roam the ocean floor
With the lady I adore
This is where we remain
This is where we remain
This is where we remain
This is where we remain

Whirlwind
Take me there
Where I will be
His lady fair
Sheets of night
Hiding us
Gusts of wind
Riding us
I’m blown away
Into his hands
I’m weak and high
Can barely stand

In the web
Of dizzy leaves
Virgins all
Elude the trees

Touch me now
Touch me
The black acres
Are claiming me
They’re claiming me

He holds me up
Like a babe
Pressing close
I can’t behave
I need to have
This little death
I’m up against
His downy chest

In the web
Of dizzy leaves
Virgins all
Elude the trees
The chill is flush
With burning flesh
It’s so refined
This little death

Touch me now
Touch me
The black acres
Are claiming me
They’re claiming me

Touch me now
Touch me
The black acres
Are claiming me
They’re claiming me
Black acres

I’m running
Away from home
Black acres
And the wind
The wind is blowing
Black acres
And the weathervane
Its heathen song
Lulls the world
With silver tongue

Touch me now
Touch me
The black acres
Are claiming me
They’re claiming me