SONGS FROM VENICE FLIGHT
I want to live, live, live, live, live---and when I try---
I want to laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh---until I cry.
I want to sing, sing, sing, sing, sing---until I sigh;
I want to live and laugh and sing until I die.
All around me constantly
People lose so easily
So I try to let them see
They can be as gay as me.
In and out of life we go
Puppets in a shadow show.
How I wish that they could know
As above, so here below.
Great cycles swing up in the skies
Small circles run before your eyes
One man's born, another dies
Time stands still, it's you that flies.
Life is a ball---crystal clear
reflecting nothing at all---nothing dear.
Polish the glass---until it glows!
Love all your life---until it goes.
Life is a box---holding boxes---holding nothing at all.
Life is a mirror---revealing mirrors---revealing nothing at all.
Songs are a thread---running through life
Then cut the thread, here is a knife.
Silhouettes---slices of life
Mere memories, struggles and strife.
Turn on the light, make them go 'way.
And don't come back, another day.
Paint the mask that masks the face
That wears a smile to hide the rage
That sears the laugh that takes its place
So true love can take center stage.
Idiots delight
In playing games that have no end
Imbeciles applaud
The friend who never has a friend.
Wise men always say
When they're feeling wise
A singer never changes
Anyone
Yet he always tries.
QUICK: Say it now, don't delay
Don't you wait, another day
Tomorrow may dawn
Without you.
Then what can you say?
Write it down quick before you forget it
It will go away, if only you let it
Capture it NOW
Before it leaves
Time and age and tears are Thieves
When love goes you'll find it leaves
NOTHING.
Be very careful what you wear
Be wary how you wave your hair.
If you don't follow fashion, dear
You're nowhere, nowhere, nowhere! Hear?
Go to church on Sunday
Say your prayers on Monday
Tuesday take it easy
Wednesday take it sleazy (drunk)
Live like hell on Thursday (barking)
Whoop it up on Friday (manic)
Feel so bad on Saturday
You say
You will
Go to church on Sunday.
Fight it all the way
To get it JUST the way it is.
Struggle all your days
In many, many ways
Twist and turn it all about
Scream and rant and rave and shout
But what it is, it stays and stays
And never, never goes away.
Clouds
Marching into sunset
Hair
Blown behind their heads
Marching
Right into the setting sun
And never
never
never moving an inch.