{"id":818,"date":"2013-04-19T23:09:57","date_gmt":"2013-04-19T21:09:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/?page_id=818"},"modified":"2013-05-03T02:17:21","modified_gmt":"2013-05-03T00:17:21","slug":"14-and-close-as-this","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/teksty\/teksty-oryginalne\/teksty-ph-solo\/14-and-close-as-this\/","title":{"rendered":"14. And Close As This"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>
\nToo Many of My Yesterdays<\/strong> \"Przek\u0142ad\"<\/a><\/p>\n

So many years ago, I thought you were the one –
\nwho knows when people change, surrender into strangeness,
\nadrift upon their lives, encompassed by the past?
\nWho knows which one becomes the last goodbye?
\nDon’t try to tell me nothing dies.
\nDon’t try to tell me nothing’s changed,
\ndon’t try to tell me nothing’s new,
\ntoo many of my yesterdays belong to you.<\/p>\n

I shelved my broken heart, I put you from my mind,
\nI got up from my knees, I picked up all my pieces,
\nbut seeing you again puts shakes into my soul.
\nJust when I think I’m finally over you,
\ndon’t come and show me that’s not true.<\/p>\n

Tell me about it, talk to me – I hear it coming, I feel it coming,
\nthe way you want this thing to be.
\nYou’re only trading on our memories
\ndon’t go and say you still love me.<\/p>\n

You’re trading on my memories, you’re trading in a rosy past;
\nyou know I’m lost on stormy seas…but I still stand before the mast,
\nbeneath the stars and under sail towards horizons out of true….
\nBehind the dance of seven veils I still see you….<\/p>\n

Tell me about it, have your way;
\nI see it coming, I hear it coming,
\nI know what you’re about to say.
\nYou’ve had too many of my yesterdays,
\nand I don’t want to fall again.<\/p>\n

Don’t try to tell me nothing’s changed,
\ndon’t try to tell me nothing’s new,
\ntoo many of my yesterdays are lost in you.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nFaith<\/strong><\/p>\n

Each moment is precious
\nthose that I spend with you are a prize –
\nI count myself lucky just being alive
\nwhile you’re in my eyes.<\/p>\n

Seeing’s believing and I believe in you
\nI can’t conceal it, just what I feel for you.
\nSeeing’s believing, I know that you’ll see me through.
\nI believe in you
\nI have faith in you
\nI put my faith in you.<\/p>\n

Doubt casts its shadow
\non every perfect plan that is made
\nbut I’ll be beside you
\nthrough those dark days –
\nI’ll be with you come what may.<\/p>\n

Don’t let me down,
\nnow that I’ve fallen completely for you.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nEmpire of Delight<\/strong><\/p>\n

Memory extends its empire, holds the frame
\nbut blurs the line.
\nSome other time invades the sense,
\na moment caught and lost, second sight.
\nSuddenly I feel you near me,
\nworlds away and close as this.
\nOne stolen kiss upon my lips and
\nthe moment slips away in mid-flight.<\/p>\n

So many years ago, and now it’s
\nhard to recall just what you meant to me.
\nStill I wait, I’m patient,
\nfor the memory comes to me eventually.
\nHere you are, and though you may soon be gone
\nsomehow the song still burns as bright.<\/p>\n

I felt it happen here tonight –
\nhere, in the empire of delight.<\/p>\n

Dream and ghost the world around me,
\nyou seem as real as ever you were…
\nbut in a blur your breath on my cheek
\nhas gone and the evening come into night.<\/p>\n

So many years ago, and now it’s hard
\nto recall quite what you meant to me.
\nStill I wait, impatient,
\nthough the memory comes to me eventually.
\nHere I am, forever caught up in this mystery
\nand then,
\nthat moment when the fire ignites –
\nI felt it happen here tonight,
\nhere, in the empire of delight.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nSilver<\/strong><\/p>\n

You lay your plans, I take them as they come,
\nI understand: we dance to different drums.
\nIt’s not in any schoolbook,
\nyou’re here to teach a lesson to us all…
\nwe play by different rule-books.
\nWhat you say, what you do,
\nthey’re such different things, which is true?
\nNow the telephone rings, Mephistopheles calling…
\nForty pieces for each lie you’ve told
\nI hope your linings as they all unfold are silver.<\/p>\n

Once we were friends in our idealist days,
\nstill, let’s pretend, it’s funny in a way
\nthat now our friendship’s token
\nyou like to say I owe you everything –
\nsome debts remain unspoken.
\nDouble talk, double standards,
\nyou speak with two tongues, truth’s abandoned,
\nall life has become one-way traffic to lucre.
\nYou take your meetings on the cloth of gold,
\njust down the river from the lives you’ve sold for silver.<\/p>\n

The silver crossed your palm, oh, can you see the future?
\nI hope you’ll know when you sold your soul.
\nArgente, argent.<\/p>\n

All the things you’ve done will carry their own taint
\nand a day will come when you chorus the complaint
\nthat your friends don’t do you fairly;
\nthe back you turned, the shoulders that you shrugged
\nnow fit the blame quite squarely.
\nWhat you want, what you need,
\nyour emotional greed all-consuming
\nbut no hearts will bleed and the coffers are empty.
\nYes, in the end you’d give it all away,
\nbut on the sockets of your eyes they lay the silver.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nBeside the One You Love<\/strong><\/p>\n

You’re helpless, entranced by the magical
\ntouch of her skin against yours, adrift –
\nwhat else is there but this?
\nIt feels so sweet
\nto fall asleep
\nbeside the one you love<\/p>\n

Remember this fireside, this quiet room,
\nembers now flickering their last, like ghosts
\nand still she holds you close.
\nWho else could know
\nsuch afterglow
\nbeside the one you love?<\/p>\n

Someday the memory will come again
\nas vivid as sensation now and then
\nthere’ll be no 'why?’ or 'when?’.
\nWho else could do
\nthese things to you
\nbeside the one you love?<\/p>\n

It feels so sweet
\nto fall asleep
\nbeside the one you love.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nOther Old Cliches<\/strong><\/p>\n

Might as well give you all there is,
\nI might as well take it all the way:
\nwhat’s gone is forgotten, and anyway
\nsurely words alone could not wreck your day?
\nThe cake’s not worth the candle, so they say….
\n'Nothing ventured, nothing gained, no hard feelings’…
\nother old cliches.<\/p>\n

I’ve held back my feelings for so long
\nwhile clutching at straws in the caravan –
\nI’ll say what I must and take it like a man.
\nI’ve fixed my grin, I’ve raised a laugh,
\nand after the back’s been broken by the waiting game….
\n'Mustn’t grumble, can’t complain, no hard feelings’,
\nother old cliches.<\/p>\n

Suddenly I see the scales falling from your eyes –
\nthis revelation surely comes as no surprise?
\nWell, what d’you want? What d’you expect?
\nWhat do you say?<\/p>\n

Can it really be so predictable?
\nNow all of the secrets are given away,
\nwhat words of forgiveness are there left to say?
\nHold me now, don’t let go,
\nhold me, soon there comes a price I cannot pay,
\nI take the words back straight away:
\n'I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it’,
\nbeg forgiveness, beg and pray….
\nblind self-pity,
\nother old cliches.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nConfidence<\/strong><\/p>\n

Behind the smile of confidence
\nsomewhere you’ll find the wanted man
\nblank-faced and wary of conversation with himself.
\nAround the ring of confidence
\nthey’re dancing to a different tune;
\nthe others seem so confident, why don’t you take a leaf
\nfrom the storm we’re passing through?
\nIn confidence we sail across the seven seas
\nto hide behind the veil – in confidence the key!
\n'I’m in good form, I’m feeling fine,’
\nresponsibly how well you do –
\nthere’s nothing I can say about
\nthe usual cocktail of public faith and private taboo.
\nIn confidence the trick is there for all to see –
\nIn confidence the key!<\/p>\n

Oh, don’t anyone let the cat out of the bag,
\ndon’t anyone admit to human frailty.
\nSomeone let the cat out of the bag.
\nConfidentially we learn we’re not alone,
\nin lack of confidence we’re not alone.<\/p>\n

Behind the smile of confidence
\nsomewhere you’ll find the mortal man
\nwaving his arms in some urgent secret semaphore….
\nSo I’ll face the world with confidence,
\nI’ll toughen up my point of view,
\nwhat better way to live a life,
\nwhat other way can there be of seeing this thing through?
\nIn confidence the trick, in confidence the game,
\nthe thing that makes us tick –
\nin confidence the flame!<\/p>\n

Inside the ring of confidence
\nsomewhere you’ll find a stone-age man
\nlost in the forest with darkness falling,
\nstriking his flint to hold back
\nthe roaring, the alien, the world.<\/p>\n

We are not alone.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nSleep Now<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sleep now:
\nanother day in your young lives is done,
\ngo to sleep now
\nTtomorrow brave new worlds
\nwill surely come,and trouble deep;
\nyou’re such a wonder, such a mystery to me.<\/p>\n

Somewhere<\/p>\n

your future friends are lying as you are
\nand your lovers
\nright now are only crying babes in arms
\noh, the world turns under our feet,
\nour lives are passing by
\nin our sleep.<\/p>\n

So soon you’ll be gone to that wide world
\nthe tunes of adulthood calling little girls.<\/p>\n

Remember,
\nwhatever else in life you find to doubt,
\ndo remember,
\nalthough you hear him mostly in a shout,
\nyour father loves you
\nas though he never knew the meaning of the words until just now.<\/p>\n

So soon you’ll be gone to that wide world
\none tune of childhood I sing my little girls….<\/p>\n

Sleep now,
\none day I’ll tell you how my life has been.
\nOh, so strange
\nto think your eyes will fall on things
\nthat mine have never seen, these eyes that gently flicker
\nin some lost childhood dream.
\nSleep now,
\nsafe and warm in the haven of your bed,
\ngo to sleep now….
\nAlthough you won’t remember what I’ve said,
\nyour father loves you
\nas though he never knew the meaning of the words until just now,
\nas though he never knew the meaning of the words.<\/p>\n

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