I'm Off

[Arden]

MOZAMBIQUE
Bob Dylan


I like to spend some time in Mozambique
The sunny sky is aqua blue
And all the couples dancing cheek to cheek.
It's very nice to stay a week or two.

There's lots of pretty girls in Mozambique
And plenty time for good romance
And everybody likes to stop and speak
To give the special one you seek a chance
Or maybe say hello with just a glance.

Lying next to her by the ocean
Reaching out and touching her hand,
Whispering your secret emotion
Magic in a magical land.

And when it's time for leaving Mozambique,
To say goodbye to sand and sea,
You turn around to take a final peek
And you see why it's so unique to be
Among the lovely people living free
Upon the beach of sunny Mozambique.

Copyright © 1975 Ram's Horn Music

 

[Soron]

Hiya miss Arden. How was your day?

 

[Soron]

LOVE

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

Oft in my waking dreams do I
Live o'er again that happy hour,
When midway on the mount I lay,
Beside the ruined tower.

The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene
Had blended with the lights of eve;
And she was there, my hope, my joy,
My own dear Genevieve!

She leant against the armed man,
The statue of the armed knight;
She stood and listened to my lay,
Amid the lingering light.

Few sorrows hath she of her own,
My hope! my joy! my Genevieve!
She loves me best, whene'er I sing
The songs that make her grieve.

I played a soft and doleful air,
I sang an old and moving story--
An old rude song, that suited well
That ruin wild and hoary.

She listened with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes and modest grace;
For well she know, I could not choose
But gaze upon her face.

I told her of the Knight that wore
Upon his shield a burning brand;
And that for ten long years he wooed
The Lady of the Land.

I told her how he pined : and ah!
The deep, the low, the pleading tone
With which I sang another's love,
Interpreted my own.

She listened with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes, and modest grace;
And she forgave me, that I gazed
Too fondly on her face!

But when I told the cruel scorn
That crazed that bold and lovely Knight,
And that he crossed the mountain-woods,
Nor rested day nor night;

That sometimes from the savage den,
And sometimes from the darksome shade,
And sometimes starting up at once
In green and sunny glade,--

There came and looked him in the face
An angel beautiful and bright;
And that he knew it was a Fiend,
This miserable Knight!

And that unknowing what he did,
He leaped amid a murderous band,
And saved from outrage worse than death
The Lady of the Land!

And how she wept, and clasped his knees;
And how she tended him in vain--
And ever strove to expiate
The scorn that crazed his brain;--

And that she nursed him in a cave;
And how his madness went away,
When on the yellow forest-leaves
A dying man he lay;--

His dying words--but when I reached
That tenderest strain of all the ditty,
My faultering voice and pausing harp
Disturbed her soul with pity!

All impulses of soul and sense
Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve;
The music and the doleful tale,
The rich and balmy eve;

And hopes, and fears that kindle hope,
An undistinguishable throng,
And gentle wishes long subdued,
Subdued and cherished long!

She wept with pity and delight,
She blushed with love, and virgin-shame;
And like the murmur of a dream,
I heard her breathe my name.

Her bosom heaved--she stepped aside,
As conscious of my look she stepped--
The suddenly, with timorous eye
She fled to me and wept.

She half enclosed me with her arms,
She pressed me with a meek embrace;
And bending back her head, looked up,
And gazed upon my face.

'Twas partly love, and partly fear,
And partly 'twas a bashful art,
That I might rather feel, than see,
The swelling of her heart.

I calmed her fears, and she was calm,
And told her love with virgin pride;
And so I won my Genevieve,
My bright and beauteous Bride.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

 

[Arden]

That's very beautiful...

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed His sacred flame.

 

[Soron]

The Albany Bulb
-Margaret Tilden

Bird droppings
Become trees and
Flowers
Tangle among the wires.
Concrete is
Surrounded by green
In various shades.
The land is
Man´s trash
Covered with
The joys of nature.
Little paths
Lead me through
Wild twisted branches
Into the abandoned wreckage
Of people's lives,
The former homes of those
Who lived outside
By choice or otherwise,
Taken by
The fears and judgments
Of those who do not understand.
It was my first time there.
I felt unsure,
Timid, and
I, too, felt afraid as the
Unknown surrounded me
Camouflaging
The beauty,
As the beauty
Camouflages
The tossed away destruction.
In the distance
Two cities
Two bridges
A mountain.
The water, choppy,
Dark, but
Sparkling with sunlight,
Lapped at the shore.
Occasionally
A dog sauntered by
Its owner´s hello
Taking my fear
Allowing me to
Remember the sunshine.

I walked on and over the hill
And there it was
Completely unexpected
Unexplained
Inspiring my awe.
It is a museum
Filled first with anger, but also,
Joy
Fantasy
Words
Color
And truth,
Painted on logs
And boards
And rocks.
A giant man built from foam
Sits in a clearing
Facing the Bay,
His head fallen
Lying crooked
Broken
On the grass.
I walked through
The enormous foam archway
With its intricate iron work decorations
Into the sculpture garden
Then tiptoed back out
Unsure if I belonged.

Today
I walked again through the archway.
As I showed it to others
I felt protective
Of its essence
As if the possibility of their ridicule
Would wound my very center.
Later
We walked the beach nearby
To search for weird and wonderful
Treasures
Amid the scum and trash
Discarded by the careless and
The thoughtless.
One man, alone
Shy, politically green
Carrying a small plastic bag
Bent to the challenge:
Picking up, collecting
Cleaning away
The bits and pieces
Of others´ ingratitude.
I spoke to him
Thankful for that gift.

Before I left he gave me
A candle washed in from the sea.
As I carried it cradled in my hands
A delicate, speckled, green, beetle
Settled upon it.
I tried to set it free
Blowing it softly off the candle.
It fell to the ground
In front of a car.
I made the car wait
While I rescued
The beautiful, green bug.
Gently, I put it
Back on my candle
Unsure, still, if I should take it.
It flew in circles in my car.
I opened the window
Again, allowing it freedom.
It settled on the edge of the half open window
Unsure, also, it seemed,
whether to go or stay.
As I slowly drove home
The green bug stayed
Moving neither in nor out.
At home I carefully
Placed it on the sea candle
On a red desert rock
In my garden.

I wonder . . .
Where are all the people
Who lived at the ends
Of the many
Narrow paths?
Have they found places
Where they can be?

 

[Soron]

MONEY FOR NOTHING ~ Dire Straits
(Mark Knopfler)


Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and chicks for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's
See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he's a millionaire
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchens deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's
I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera
Man we could have some fun
And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises?
Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and your chicks for free
Money for nothin' and chicks for free

 

[DreamOfSun]

Knock, knock... Can anyone come in?

I'm With You | Avril Lavigne

I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound

Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you

I'm looking for a place
Searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
'Cause nothing's going right
And everythings a mess
And no one likes to be alone

Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you

Oh why is everything so confusing
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
Yea yea yea

It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you

Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you

Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm with you...

 

[Soron]

Re: Knock, knock... Can anyone come in?

Absolutely, darlin'. Come in any time.

Nice song, by the way.

 

[Arden]

Re: Re: Knock, knock... Can anyone come in?

Absolutely, darlin'. Come in any time.

Nice song, by the way.

That is an interesting song.

How are you tonight?

 

[DreamOfSun]

Re: Re: Re: Knock, knock... Can anyone come in?

That is an interesting song.

How are you tonight?

Great, thank you! I love your AV, by the way! Very artistic!

Thanks for the welcome, Soron!

 

[DreamOfSun]

Have a great night, you two!

 

[Soron]

Have a great night, you two!

You're welcome to post any time.

 

[Soron]

What is it good for?

WAR ~ Bruce Springsteen & The E-Street Band
(Barret Strong, Norman Whitfield/Edwin Star)

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War is something that I despise
For it means destruction of innocent lives
For it means tears in thousands of mothers' eyes
When their sons go out to fight to give their lives

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

War
It's nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
War is the enemy of all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
Handed down from generation to generation
Induction destruction
Who wants to die

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

War has shattered many young men's dreams
Made them disabled bitter and meanLife is too precious to be fighting wars
each day
War can't give life it can only take it away

War
It's nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
Peace love and understanding
There must be some place for these things today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord there's gotta be a better way
That's better than
War

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

 

[Soron]

Tell me she didn't write this song for Bob Dylan...



DIAMONDS AND RUST
(Joan Baez)

Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

© 1975 Chandos Music (ASCAP)

 

[Arden]

Did I lose you somewhere?

 

[Soron]

Did I lose you somewhere?

No, I went to get some laundry started while you were talking to J.
Sorry, I took so long.

 

[Soron]

GOLD RUSH BRIDES ~ 10,000 Maniacs
[ Buck/Merchant ]

Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads.
Pass the lone church spire.
Pass the talking wire from where to who knows?
There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the wild western plains.
Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming over spaces.
The land was free and the price was right.

Dakota on the wall is a white-robed woman, broad yet maidenly.
Such power in her hand as she hails the wagon man's family.
I see Indians that crawl through this mural that recalls our history.

Who were the homestead wives?
Who were the gold rush brides?
Does anybody know?
Do their works survive their yellow fever lives in the pages they wrote?
The land was free, yet it cost their lives.

In miner's lust for gold.
A family's house was bought and sold, piece by piece.
A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name, so painfully.
In letters mailed back home her Eastern sisters they would moan
as they would read accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief.

 

[Soron]

IT DON'T COME EASY
(Richard Starkey)

IT DON'T COME EASY,
YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.
IT DON'T COME EASY,
YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.

GOT TO PAY YOUR DUES IF YOU WANNA SING THE BLUES,
AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOUT OR LEAP ABOUT,
YOU CAN EVEN PLAY THEM EASY.

OPEN UP YOUR HEART, LET'S COME TOGETHER,
USE A LITTLE LOVE
AND WE WILL MAKE IT WORK OUT BETTER,

I DON'T ASK FOR MUCH, I ONLY WANT YOUR TRUST,
AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.
AND THIS LOVE OF MINE KEEPS GROWING ALL THE TIME,
AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.

PEACE, REMEMBER PEACE IS HOW WE MAKE IT,
HERE WITHIN YOUR REACH
IF YOU'RE BIG ENOUGH TO TAKE IT.

GOT TO PAY YOUR DUES IF YOU WANNA SING THE BLUES,
AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOUT OR LEAP ABOUT,
YOU CAN EVEN PLAY THEM EASY.

PEACE, REMEMBER PEACE IS HOW WE MAKE IT,
HERE WITHIN YOUR REACH
IF YOU'RE BIG ENOUGH TO TAKE IT.

I DON'T ASK FOR MUCH, I ONLY WANT YOUR TRUST,
AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.
AND THIS LOVE OF MINE KEEPS GROWING ALL THE TIME,
AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T COME EASY.

 

[Arden]

Was that Richard Starkey as in Ringo of the Beatles, or a different person?

 

[Soron]

Was that Richard Starkey as in Ringo of the Beatles, or a different person?

That would be Mr. Beatles drummer himself, pretty lady.

How was your day today?

 

[Arden]

That would be Mr. Beatles drummer himself, pretty lady.

How was your day today?

It was OK, granted it would be much nicer if you were here so I could give this to you in person...

{{{{{SORON }}}}}

 

[Soron]

It was OK, granted it would be much nicer if you were here so I could give this to you in person...

{{{{{SORON }}}}}

~sigh~
That would be perfect, pretty lady.

{{{{{ ARDEN }}}}}

 

[Soron]

YOU'RE MISSING
(Bruce Springsteen)

Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall
Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing

Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorstep, but you're not there
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing

Pictures on the nightstand, TV's on in the den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in
But you're missing, you're missing You're missing when I shut out the lights
You're missing, when I close my eyes
You're missing, when I see the sun rise
You're missing

Children are asking if it's alright
Will you be in our arms tonight?

Morning is morning, the evening falls I got
Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls
How's everything, everything?
Everything, everything
You're missing, you're missing

God's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailbox
I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops

 

[Soron]

WHAT IS LIFE
(George Harrison)


What I feel, I can't say
But my love is there for you anytime of day
But if it's not love that you need
Then I'll try my best to make everything succeed

Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

What I know, I can do
If I give my love now to everyone like you
But if it's not love that you need
Then I'll try my best to make ev'rything succeed

Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

What I feel, I can't say
But my love is there for you any time of day
But if it's not love that you need
Then I'll try my best to make everything succeed

Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
Oh tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

What is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

Oh tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me who am I without you by my side

 

[Arden]

FEELS LIKE HOME
written by Randy Newman
© 1994 Randy Newman Music (ASCAP)

Something in your eyes makes me want to lose myself
Makes me want to lose myself in your arms
There's something in your voice makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts the rest of my life

If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've felt so low
If you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done

Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I come from

Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

A window breaks down a long dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see through the dark there's light

If you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
If you know how happy you are making me
I've never thought I'd love anyone so much

Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I come from

Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong