this is the last day of our acquaintance. I will meet you later in somebody's office. I'll talk but you won't listen to me. I know what your answer will be.
it seems like years since you held the baby. while I wrecked the bedroom. you said it was dangerous after sunday. and I knew you loved me. he thinks I just became famous.
{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor}. So you're born, so you're torn. From a place that's safe and warm. I took a journey to see a world. And you're born. And you're torn.
She was thrown from her throne. And landed alone. In garbage bag trees. Feeling so used. She opened some books. Her foundations shook. All that it took.
I woke up this morning. And I just had to thank God for my life. Just read through James book. Start to pray and I ask God for a wife. . It's a time of devotion.
Thank you for hearing me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for seeing me. And for not leaving me. Thank you for staying with me. Thank you for not hurting me.
{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor}. You hate yourself, so you hate everybody else. People can make you feel small. Small is a size when age just won't rise fast enough.
Religious fanatic, that's what they say. True, I may be on the brink. I hear them yell at us, "Shut up and play". Well, who asked what you think?. . No time for mediocracy.
I peeked in to say goodnight. And I heard my child in prayer. "And for me some scarlet ribbons. Scarlet ribbons for my hair". All the stores were closed and shuttered.
And if I could hold you where would you belong. Sitting here to reason how the world's gone wrong. And if I could listen to half the words you say. Would your pathway glisten and help you on your way.
You are amazing. It's the truth. And it's often fading. Without you. . I don't feel the wind blow. I don't feel the hard rock. I don't feel it when it breaks your heart.
{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor}. Don't promise you'll never leave me. Cos, that would be a lie. We don't perceive the change of time. Tomorrow's the throw of the dice.
So what becomes of those small unwanted souls. Who spend their lives breaking their backs?. Those who dig the gold for the rich and powerful. Who place their feet upon their necks?.
Think about my little girl. Her yellow skin and her dark curl. And how her father's heart was frozen. I spoke to her and I said:. "You won't regret the mother you have chosen".
I'm feeling something. Could be nothing. There's something new. And I feel excited. Close to frightened. There's something new. . And I just can't face the change.
What kind of things are you that live on papers. White papers that you say apply to me. Reams of rules constructed for protection. Protection for yourselves, but not for me.
I never felt like this, I never loved like this. I never seen the light shine so bright. . Never be the same, never be the same, no. Never be the same, never be the same, no.
The phone calls. Always left me unsure. They'd never say things of their own accord. I am preoccupied. I can't get them out of my mind. They are terrified.
I don't like this. Anymore than you. In fact I'm scared. At the top of the stairs in the dark. . Throw away all the dreams you had. Slow and broke. And just for you.
{Words & Music: Lou Reed}. Men of good fortune. Often cause empires to fall. While men of poor beginnings. Often can't do anything at all. The rich son waits for his father to die.