{"id":835,"date":"2013-04-20T02:32:06","date_gmt":"2013-04-20T00:32:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/?page_id=835"},"modified":"2013-05-03T02:21:26","modified_gmt":"2013-05-03T00:21:26","slug":"18-fireships","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/teksty\/teksty-oryginalne\/teksty-ph-solo\/18-fireships\/","title":{"rendered":"18. Fireships"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>
\nI Will Find You<\/strong><\/p>\n

Trapped like a rabbit by the future glare,
\nonrushing headlights that blind you,
\na frightened runaway,
\nat least you know I care,
\nI will seek, I will search, I will find you.<\/p>\n

We are written in the star-crossed sky,
\nthe spirit music reminds you…
\nyou can run and hide, but surely by and by
\nI will seek, I will search, I will find you.<\/p>\n

Far away, in another life
\nyou say you’re going to find your freedom…
\ndon’t run away to another life.<\/p>\n

Don’t be afraid, there’s no dark unknown,
\nno shadow stalking behind you;
\ndon’t be afraid,
\nwhen you’re lost and most alone
\nI will seek, I will search, I will find you.<\/p>\n

Far away, in another life,
\nthings might not be so very different…
\ndon’t run away to another life.<\/p>\n

Trapped like a rabbit by the future glare,
\nonrushing headlights that blind you,
\na frightened runaway,
\nat least you know I care,
\nI will seek, I will search, I will find you.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Curtains<\/strong><\/p>\n

Well, Tommy woke that morning
\nwith a headfull of rocks
\nand Sylvia was in shock.
\nThe story they’d been faking
\nhad frozen on their lips
\nand fallen through the brush of fingertips
\nand though they packed their bags,
\nready for the road,
\nthe curtains and the bedroom door
\nstayed closed.
\nFor Sylvia and Tommy this is a curtain call
\nthey’ve been running away for years
\nbut pride in flight
\nprecedes a certain fall.<\/p>\n

So Tommy rubs his stubble
\nas if to check his face is there
\nand Sylvia combs her hair
\njust like nothing really happened…
\nthey’ll carry on as before
\nbut this thing won’t work, will it, any more.
\nAnd though the bags are packed
\nready for the road
\nthe curtains and the bedroom door
\nstay closed.
\nFor Sylvia and Tommy
\nthere’s nowhere left to hide:
\nthey’ve been running for years
\nto find some kind of thrill
\nto take away the emptiness
\nthat they both feel inside.<\/p>\n

Making the fictional
\nout of the matter of fact;
\nmasquerade the picture
\nbut now the frame’s all cracked.<\/p>\n

For Sylvia and Tommy
\nthere’s nothing left to try:
\nthey’ve been running for years
\nto find some kind of life
\nthat offers an excitement
\nthat the rest of us pass by.<\/p>\n

So Tommy woke that morning
\nwith a headfull of rocks
\nand Sylvia was in shock.
\nThis story they’d been faking
\nwas frozen on their lips
\nand falling through the brush of fingertips
\nand though the bags are packed
\nready for the road
\nthe curtains and the bedroom door
\nstay closed.<\/p>\n

For Sylvia and Tommy
\nthere’s nowhere left to go:
\nthey’ve been running away so long
\nthere’s just no strength to carry on
\nthey can’t get back to what they knew
\na life abandoned once and long ago.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

His Best Girl<\/strong><\/p>\n

Foot down in the GTi Cabriolet
\nto the villa in the South of France for vacation….
\nKeep your head down, baby,
\nkeep your hair in golden curls
\nand you will always be his,
\nand you will always be his best girl.<\/p>\n

Fast forward on the handycam video;
\ntop that tan up, glowing U\/V on the sunbed;
\nat the health farm you’ll be
\nguarding his investment well.<\/p>\n

Keep your head down, baby,
\nkeep your wits about you now…
\nand you will always be his,
\nand you will always be his best girl.<\/p>\n

Beads and bangles, it’s too late
\nto claim your independence now:
\nyour rings and baubles are
\nthe marks of his possession.
\nKeep your head down, baby,
\nkeep your counsel to yourself.
\nKeep your hair on, baby,
\nkeep your wits about you now
\nand you will always be his…
\nbut will you always be his best girl?<\/p>\n

Foot down in the GTi Cabriolet,
\nhis new friend’s young enough
\nto be your daughter…
\nFoot down in the GTi Cabriolet.<\/p>\n

And you will always be his,
\nbut will you always be his best girl?<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Oasis<\/strong><\/p>\n

Beside the pool of clear water,
\nfed by a secret spring, your lips are sealed
\nbut in your body language
\nangels sing.<\/p>\n

I swear on the Bible,
\nswear on the sacred and profane
\nI think I’m drowning in the vortex
\nyour eyes contain.
\nYour secret face,
\nshow me your secret face.<\/p>\n

With stars and moonlight for shelter,
\nyour breathing close in my ear,
\nthe wind is whispering a mystery
\nfor me to hear:
\nyour secret name.<\/p>\n

Tell me your secret name,
\noasis in a desert world,
\ntell me your secret name.<\/p>\n

Let me drink from the well of secrets,
\npluck the fruit from the tree
\nand feel your secret world envelop me.<\/p>\n

Your secret face,
\nshow me your secret face.<\/p>\n

Show me your secret face,
\nnaked as the sun,
\nsilent as the stars,
\nsecret oasis in a desert world.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Incomplete Surrender<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sweetheart, I want to hold back nothing
\nsweetheart, I want to give my all.<\/p>\n

Roll on the feminine side,
\nthe lion lies down with the lamb.
\nBeneath the male surface,
\nthe chaos merchant, we’re all half-human:
\nunderstand only love’s not blind,
\nonly love surrenders up the heart.<\/p>\n

The woman’s heavy with the future,
\nwith intuition unalloyed;
\nbehind the smirk of the macho man
\nis the quivering lip of the little boy.
\nPut it all in place, I can almost taste it,
\nso I surrender up my heart.<\/p>\n

I want nothing more than to be
\none for once, to feel you one with me;
\nno finer mystery, no mystery when we start
\nto surrender up our hearts.<\/p>\n

Sweetheart,
\nI want nothing more than to be
\none for once, to feel you one with me;
\nthere’s no mystery, no mystery when we start
\nto surrender up our hearts.<\/p>\n

Where’s the bridge to take us
\nacross the sexual divide?
\nWhat arc of heaven makes us complete,
\nmakes the planets clash and the stars collide?
\nWith emotions bare we were both alive
\nfor a second there
\nand we both surrendered up our hearts.<\/p>\n

Sweetheart, I want to hold back nothing,
\nsweetheart, I want to give my all.<\/p>\n

And we both surrendered,
\nincomplete surrender….<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Fireships<\/strong><\/p>\n

There’s a smokescreen on the horizon,
\nfireships under sail tonight…<\/p>\n

Here’s the Armada of Souls,
\nhere’s the flotilla from God knows where;
\nfrom gopher-wood to the last of the ironclads
\nin common concert they send up the flares.
\nWhile we turn and turn around
\nthe rocket hits the roof…
\nwe never think that we’ll get burned,
\nwe’re fireproof,
\nwe think we’re fireproof.<\/p>\n

Keep a stiff upper lip, the band play on
\nthrough the raising of the toast;
\nthe captain’s steady at attention on the bridge;
\nit’s surface matters
\nthat appear to matter most.
\nWe watch the galleons run aground,
\nstill we stand aloof;
\nwe never think that we’ll get burned,
\nwe think we’re fireproof.<\/p>\n

We think we’re fireproof,
\nwe never think that we’ll get burned;
\nWe sail on fireships,
\nwe never think, so we’ll get burned.<\/p>\n

Straight for the eye of the hurricane,
\ndown to the last eye tooth
\nwe never think that we’ll get burned,
\nwe think we’re fireproof.<\/p>\n

Here’s the Armada of light,
\nhere’s the flotilla, for heaven’s sake….
\nWe’re sailing under a flag of convenience,
\ncasting our messages in bottles in our wake.
\nSo we turn and turn around
\nthe rocket hits the roof…
\nwe never think that we’ll get burned,
\nwe think we’re fireproof.<\/p>\n

We never think that we’ll get burned,
\nwe think we’re fireproof.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Given Time<\/strong><\/p>\n

There’s no time for dull regrets,
\nno-one underwrites your debts.
\nNo satisfaction guaranteed,
\nbut this much I believe
\nwe make the lives we lead.<\/p>\n

Best foot forward, face the day
\nas the moment slips away
\nlike a whisper on the wind;
\nthe tide turns as it breaks….
\nGiven time
\nwe lead the lives we make.<\/p>\n

The curve that we trace in time
\na shape of our own design.<\/p>\n

Say it’s over when it’s done
\ndid you learn to touch someone?
\nLong ago and far away,
\nvoices linger on…
\nlong ago, just yesterday,
\ncaught in the clay of material need.
\nGiven time
\nwe make the lives we lead.<\/p>\n

Given time
\nwe make the lives we leave.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Reprise<\/strong><\/p>\n

We think we’re fireproof,
\nwe never think that we’ll get burned;
\nwe think we’re fireproof,
\nwe never think, so we’ll get burned;
\nwe think we’re fireproof.<\/p>\n

Reprieve,
\nreprise.<\/p>\n

If he got to do it all again
\nwould he do it over and over?
\nIn reprise, reprieve?<\/p>\n

But will she always be his?<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

Gaia<\/strong><\/p>\n

Butterflies on the wheel
\nof a world that turns unyieldingly…
\nevery fragile beating wing
\nmoves the motor of the thing,
\noh, Gaia!<\/p>\n

Butterflies stir a breeze
\nand the ripples flow unceasingly:
\nfar away the cyclones swirl.
\nIt’s a whole, connected world.
\nOh, Gaia!<\/p>\n

Wipe those tears from your tired eyes:
\nevery breath you take a sacred sigh.<\/p>\n

Butterflies on the wheel
\nmaking order out of chaos
\nand each ripple in the air
\nturns the motor everywhere.<\/p>\n

Cry those tears, then dry those tired eyes:
\nevery breath you take keeps you alive.<\/p>\n

Butterflies as we are
\nfreeze in flight beneath the starry sky
\nbut the ghosts fly on and on…
\nin this sense we all belong,
\noh, Gaia!<\/p>\n

And the sum of all the parts
\nis the all-forgiving heart
\nof Gaia.<\/p>\n

Oh, Gaia!<\/p>\n

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