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Current song lyrics
From the top of the flight <br />Of the wide, white stairs <br />Through the rest of my life <br />Do you wait for me there? <br /><br />There's a bell in my ears <br />There's a wide white roar <br />Drop a bell down the stairs <br />Hear it fall forevermore <br /><br />Drop a bell off of the dock <br />Blot it out in the sea <br />Drowning mute as a rock; <br />Sounding mutiny <br /><br />There's a light in the wings <br />Hits this system of strings <br />From the side while they swing; <br />See the wires, the wires, the wires <br /><br />And the articulation <br />In our elbows and knees <br />Makes us buckle as we couple in endless increase <br />As the audience admires <br /><br />And the little white dove <br />Made with love, made with love: <br />Made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers <br /><br />Swings a low sickle arc <br />From its perch in the dark <br />Settle down <br />Settle down my desire <br /><br />And the moment I slept I was swept up in a terrible tremor <br />Though no longer bereft, how I shook and I couldn't remember <br /><br />Then the furthermost shake drove a murdering stake in <br />And cleft me right down through my center <br />And I shouldn't say so, but I know that it was then, or never <br /><br />Push me back into a tree <br />Bind my buttons with salt <br />Fill my long ears with bees <br />Praying: please, please, please, <br />Love, you ought not! <br />No you ought not! <br /><br />Then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings <br />(cut from cardboard and old magazines) <br />Makes me warble and rise like a sparrow <br />And in the place where I stood, there is a circle of wood <br />A cord or two, which you chop and you stack in your barrow <br /><br />It is terribly good to carry water and chop wood <br />Streaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed; <br />As I crash through the rafters <br />And the ropes and pulleys trail after <br />And the holiest belfry burns sky-high <br /><br />Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision <br />While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first incision <br />And in a moment of almost-unbearable vision <br />Doubled over with the hunger of lions <br />'Hold me close', cooed the dove <br />Who was stuffed, now, with sawdust and diamonds <br /><br />I wanted to say: why the long face? <br />Sparrow, perch and play songs of long face <br />Burro, buck and bray songs of long face! <br />Sing: I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay <br />Just to lift your long face <br /><br />And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave <br />Your precious longface <br />And though our bones they may break, and our souls separate <br />- why the long face? <br />And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil <br />- why the long face? <br /><br />In the trough of the waves <br />Which are pawing like dogs <br />Pitch we, pale-faced and grave, <br />As I write in my log <br /><br />Then I hear a noise from the hull <br />Seven days out to sea <br />And it is the damnable bell! <br /><br />And it tolls - well, I believe, that it tolls - for me! <br />It tolls for me! <br /><br />Though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to break <br />Still, my dear, I would have walked you to the very edge of the water <br />And they will recognise all the lines of your face <br />In the face of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter <br /><br />Darling, we will be fine, but what was yours and mine <br />Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes <br />But if it's all just the same, then will you say my name: <br />Say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave breaks? <br /><br />I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight <br />No, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright <br />So: enough of this terror <br />We deserve to know light <br />And grow evermore lighter and lighter <br />You would have seen me through <br />But I could not undo that desire <br /><br />Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire <br />Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire <br />Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh desire <br /><br />From the top of the flight <br />Of the wide, white stairs <br />Through the rest of my life <br />Do you wait for me there
New song lyrics
From the top of the flight <br />Of the wide, white stairs <br />Through the rest of my life <br />Do you wait for me there? <br /><br />There's a bell in my ears <br />There's a wide white roar <br />Drop a bell down the stairs <br />Hear it fall forevermore <br /><br />Drop a bell off of the dock <br />Blot it out in the sea <br />Drowning mute as a rock; <br />Sounding mutiny <br /><br />There's a light in the wings <br />Hits this system of strings <br />From the side while they swing; <br />See the wires, the wires, the wires <br /><br />And the articulation <br />In our elbows and knees <br />Makes us buckle as we couple in endless increase <br />As the audience admires <br /><br />And the little white dove <br />Made with love, made with love: <br />Made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers <br /><br />Swings a low sickle arc <br />From its perch in the dark <br />Settle down <br />Settle down my desire <br /><br />And the moment I slept I was swept up in a terrible tremor <br />Though no longer bereft, how I shook and I couldn't remember <br /><br />Then the furthermost shake drove a murdering stake in <br />And cleft me right down through my center <br />And I shouldn't say so, but I know that it was then, or never <br /><br />Push me back into a tree <br />Bind my buttons with salt <br />Fill my long ears with bees <br />Praying: please, please, please, <br />Love, you ought not! <br />No you ought not! <br /><br />Then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings <br />(cut from cardboard and old magazines) <br />Makes me warble and rise like a sparrow <br />And in the place where I stood, there is a circle of wood <br />A cord or two, which you chop and you stack in your barrow <br /><br />It is terribly good to carry water and chop wood <br />Streaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed; <br />As I crash through the rafters <br />And the ropes and pulleys trail after <br />And the holiest belfry burns sky-high <br /><br />Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision <br />While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first incision <br />And in a moment of almost-unbearable vision <br />Doubled over with the hunger of lions <br />'Hold me close', cooed the dove <br />Who was stuffed, now, with sawdust and diamonds <br /><br />I wanted to say: why the long face? <br />Sparrow, perch and play songs of long face <br />Burro, buck and bray songs of long face! <br />Sing: I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay <br />Just to lift your long face <br /><br />And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave <br />Your precious longface <br />And though our bones they may break, and our souls separate <br />- why the long face? <br />And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil <br />- why the long face? <br /><br />In the trough of the waves <br />Which are pawing like dogs <br />Pitch we, pale-faced and grave, <br />As I write in my log <br /><br />Then I hear a noise from the hull <br />Seven days out to sea <br />And it is the damnable bell! <br /><br />And it tolls - well, I believe, that it tolls - for me! <br />It tolls for me! <br /><br />Though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to break <br />Still, my dear, I would have walked you to the very edge of the water <br />And they will recognise all the lines of your face <br />In the face of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter <br /><br />Darling, we will be fine, but what was yours and mine <br />Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes <br />But if it's all just the same, then will you say my name: <br />Say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave breaks? <br /><br />I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight <br />No, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright <br />So: enough of this terror <br />We deserve to know light <br />And grow evermore lighter and lighter <br />You would have seen me through <br />But I could not undo that desire <br /><br />Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire <br />Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire <br />Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh desire <br /><br />From the top of the flight <br />Of the wide, white stairs <br />Through the rest of my life <br />Do you wait for me there
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