Somebody dreaming you dream if you can.... of prophets and wishes maybe your turnin' round. cause I'd like to solve now my vast mysteries. Bring back the world or my heavenly seas 'n seas.
from Turning Point. ............................................... . (Spoken). In the deep of the darkest night. There's a beacon of yellow light. . (singing).
Crawl outside your window. Let the night. Swallow the ember of the flame. Whatever came between us. I feel you now. 'Cos I'm the light that carries you.
The Terminal Tavern. By David Wilcox. Ah, what a beautiful place.. It is so lush and quiet in these walls.. It's a place where the sound really stands a chance of finding its way..
He said his prayers in the barroom. Whisky was his holy wine. And the bar became an alter. His friends were angels in the their time. His hand was steady on the glass.
I make the radio play. And he smiles, a big smile. He's sure that the people who sing. Are inside, inside. . Why did I try to explain?. He's got a miracle there.
I'm the nightshift watchman for the planet. Five days a week, I watch the tube. Five nights a week, I'm watching the radar. Easy job with nothing much to do.
Know what you say. Say what you know. Go where you live. Live where you go. Don't take advice. Take a chance. Roll the dice. Learn to dance. . We are the roughest.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . So Mister Einstein, what'd you do then?. 'Cause there's a hole in your resume after 1910.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . by Cliff Eberhardt. . There are the ones that you call friends.. There are the ones that you call late at night..
I'm the kid who ran away with the circus. Now I'm watering elephants. But I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust. Dreaming I'm in a suit of light. . Late at night in the empty big top.
Your baby is a good cook. His baby has a cool look. Her baby wrote a great book. But my baby does the grind. . She does the grind. She does it all the time.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . To hear the swallows roosting beneath me. To hear the moonlight trickling by. I come down to this bridge when I'm troubled.
from Unreleased. ............................................... I don't know how long it had been, since these neighbors had even talked to each other..
Clear blue sky. Looking through my father's eyes. Way up high. A diamond made of nylon flies. . Out of the fishing reel. The string is drawn. Fishing for dreams.
The depth of your dreams. The height of your wishes. The length of your vision to see. . The hope of your heart. Is much bigger than this. For it's made out of what might be.
DAVID WILCOX. THAT HYPNOTIZIN' BOOGIE. . Back in the year nineteen and five. We had to have a rhythm very much alive. We didn't have thing. Still we'd sing.
Tear out your heart. And keep it company. Set it here by me and. Sing it a sad song. Tear out your heart and. Cry the tears you need. Give it a brand new chance.
A tattered old kite. Must have been spring when you got flown. But there's no leaves in sight. Left you to swing up there alone. Tangled in branches and held by a string.
I went to see an old friend. Who was soon to pass away. He said, "My life has been so good to me. Now I've still got one more day". . Now he said that as he watched the morning sun.