Sardis. (Oud Tune). Lesbos, dawn, Lesbos, evening. Aegean Sea, dreams fade. Port of Sybaris, go down Sybaris. Huntress, hold my gaze. . I sailed out from Sardis just one day past.
You that create the diversity of the forms. Open to my words. You that divide it and multiply it. Hear my sounds. . I make yield league to you. Ancient associates and fellow wanderers.
I know you. through and through. Saw you kiss the flowers. For hours and hours. Saw you colour the flowers. For hours and hours. . You and all the ones I've known.
I slowly suffocate the pain. Naming my tears rain. Pretend like I'm doing ok,. Never really cared for you anyway;. Guess this pain is what lets me breathe,.
It's of a famous highwayman a story I will tell. His name was Hirem Pawnitof, in bread street he did dwell. Through all the storms of his career few troubles he had missed.
Where will you go when days grow. Short and winds grow cold and green leaves are shaken?. . There was a road as once I saw. Wound with bright ivies and trumpeting haws.
The greatest friend I have in life. Has brought me here to dwell. Awhile among your green, green hills. And by the watery well. . The water from that wondrous well.
This dog is no puppy dog. She's strange as the trees. She's brown as the mountain. And white as the breeze. . She walks on the water. Without any boots.
A strange thought just crossed my mind paid the rains back in kind. 'T was the thought of sweet May coming on. The days are running so slow, my heart is aching to go.
You used to lie out in some Persian garden. You strode cat lithe the streets of New York. You saw me silent eyed aching in the front row. . Heart of fire.
Gently tender falls the rain. Washing clean the slate again. But leave me please, behind my brain. This light doesn't shadow on her. . Shadows dancing through the pink milk blankets.
Now I met me a girl and her name was Frutch. And she liked dirt and me very much. She said if she'd met me during the war. And she found me hiding underneath the door.
One day as I sat in a big noisy crowd. There was me and the whole of my conscience. And I thought that I wouldn't be missed if I went. And that my going would be of no importance.
First girl I loved. Time has come I will sing you this sad goodbye song. When I was seventeen. I used to know you. . Well, I haven't seen you now since many is the short year.
My fairest love I live and. learn the songs that ring true. Whose message is plain. whose words are few. whose melodies smell of the pines. love dwells between the lines.
I can no longer hear you call 'cross the airwaves. Fog on the line has shaken my will not to yield. The one left here, my command all gone down. I'm caught, caught, where the cold dark fingers trace.
We're the fish men and the sea apes. Look at our tails and scales. And our big tough leader, away he wails. . He thinks he is the king pin but he's outraced.
Who's that knocking on my door?. Can't see no-one right now.. Got my baby here by me,. can't stop, no, no, not now.. . Oh, come a little closer to my breast,.
I fished for a plow, it was heavy as lead. And tired in my body, I wished for a bed. When I lay claim to nothing, seems everything's mine. When I lay claim to nothing.
Dumb Kate, she's no Indian, no Mexican neither. Come up from San Diego long ago. Settled in Nome Alaska, best place that she could be. Half the people there froze right to the bone.