The book of love

 

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It’s full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that’s where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It’s full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we’re all too young to know
But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings

Book Of Love by Peter Gabriel

Afternoons & Coffeespoons

What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?
There’s a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
I’ve had my lungs checked out with X rays
I’ve smelled the hospital hallways

Someday I’ll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I’ll wear pajamas in the daytime

Times when the day is like a play by Sartre
When it seems a bookburning’s in perfect order
I gave the doctor my description
I’ve tried to stick to my prescription

Someday I’ll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I’ll wear pajamas in the daytime

Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Elliot

Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback
I could change the test results that I will get back
I’ve watched the summer evenings pass by
I’ve heard the rattle in my bronchi…

Someday I’ll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I’ll wear pajamas in the daytime

Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Elliot

Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Elliot

Maybe one day you will know…

 

I’m counting the street lights
It’s all i can do
While driving myself crazy trying to get to you
Feels wrong at the right time
To reveal my hand
It’s like i’m doing the worst i can
To make you understand

Maybe one day you will know
How hard it is for me to show my heart
And all the love
Running through my soul
Maybe one day you will know

I’m hoping you just might
Take a moment to realize
That everything you’re looking for
Is hidden in plain sight
I know you better than i know myself
How i feel is the only thing i could never ever tell ya

Maybe one day you will know…

Song: One Day – By: Jack Savoretti

Every step to the daylight keeps you stumbling on

 

Every dawn gets its day like

Every frown gets her way like

Every step to the daylight keeps you stumbling on

Every backward blackbird

Standing out through the rafters

So sure he can meet her

Thinks he bears a tone

So wake up, wake up, wake the sun

Wake up, wake up, wake the sun

Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain

Wake up, wake up, wake the sun

Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain

Wait for, wait for the first train

Man dragging a sheep skin

Preaching reeking of weekend

To the siren speaking tongues of kingdom come

Every dawn gets its day like

Every gal gets her way like

Every step that I lay down brings me where I’m from

To lay down, lay down, to lay my cross

Who hired the walls of the station

To arrest my imagination

Profit from my place under the callous thumb

Every dawn gets its day like

Man, they blindly parade like

Every step that we weigh down plays out like a drum

To wake up, shake up, to wake the sun

By The Matches

Turn Back Around


Show me the world in the shape of your looking glass.
Beautifully bold when the colors unfold.
Yes it’s easy to see but its harder to find.
And I’m thinking of you and it’s clear in my mind.

So I turn, turn, turn, I turn back around.
I Turn, turn, turn, I turn back around,
And I’m eastern bound.

Almost let slip all these words at my finger tips.
Still unaware of the pen in my hand,
But I’m makin my way day by day coming back to you.
Here unafraid of the path that I choose.

Turn Back Around by Lucy Schwartz

I want you to be you…except for

Love William Shatner’s album, “Has Been”. Listen to “Ideal Woman” – it’s lovely and hilarious!

 

 

I want you to be you
Don’t change
Cause you think I might like you to be different
I fell in love with you

I don’t want you blond
I don’t want you not to swear, not to swep
It’s you I fell in love with
Your turn of phrase, your sensitivity, your irrational moves
Well maybe that could go
But everything else, I want you to be you

I want you to dance whenever you feel it
Up by the bandstand
In the parking lot
Up on the table
Well, maybe the table can go
But I want you to be you
I love what you wear cause you’re wearing it
That shawl
That clinging dress
The svelte black jacket
Those leopard capris
Well, maybe not the capris
But I want you to be you

I love what you eat
You want yogurt? you got yogurt!
Papaya? it’s yours!
Chewing gum? chew away!
I just want you to be you…

Spit out the gum, it doesn’t work…

When you sleep, you’re the most beautiful
In the moonlight, your soft skin glows
Your hair scroll on the pillow a vision
The murmuring breath, the slight snore
The slight snore…
I want you to be you

Sincerely Freedom: Spoken Word Video By Nick Vitellaro

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Building my world around the things I don’t know

We are all in the same team, then why do fight?

I’m here, I’m not here, sometimes I am not too sure…

 

 

Living in this room, and I don’t really want to.
Living in this home, and I don’t really want to.
Live inside a dream, we’re all on the same team.
We would all agree that there’s things we don’t know.
Put me in a corner and I won’t make a sound.
After you both lose your heads, I will be what you found.
While you fight it out, I’ll be quiet like a clown.
I’ll build my world around the things I don’t know.

I’m here, I’m not here.
There’s nothing that I know for sure.
You’re here, you’re not here.
How long can this all go on for?
Oh, I don’t know.

Wrap me up in blankets and push me down the stairs.
Leave me in the burning house and tell me how much you care.
I live inside a world, where words won’t carry heard (?)
And I will try to learn the things I don’t know.

I’m here, I’m not here.
There’s nothing that I know for sure.
You’re here, you’re not here.
How long can this all go on for?

Live inside a dream, but we’re on the same team.
We will all agree that there’s things we don’t know.
Live inside a dream, but we’re all trying to reach (?)
We’re all trying to see those things we don’t know.

I’m here, I’m not here.
There’s nothing that I know for sure.
You’re here, you’re not here.
How long can this all go on for?
I’m here, I’m not here.
There’s nothing that I know for sure.
You’re here, you’re not here.
How long can this all go on for?

Oh, I don’t know.