{"id":857,"date":"2013-04-20T18:54:27","date_gmt":"2013-04-20T16:54:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/?page_id=857"},"modified":"2013-05-03T02:25:15","modified_gmt":"2013-05-03T00:25:15","slug":"23-everyone-you-hold","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/vdgg.art.pl\/portal\/teksty\/teksty-oryginalne\/teksty-ph-solo\/23-everyone-you-hold\/","title":{"rendered":"23. Everyone You Hold"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>
\nEveryone You Hold<\/strong><\/p>\n

Everyone you hold
\ntakes a piece of you away;
\neveryone you know
\npricks the image of the human clay
\nand everybody’s laughing –
\nthe joke goes mouth to mouth and slips away.<\/p>\n

Everyone you hold
\nleaves you something of themself;
\neveryone you told
\nspreads your secret on the warehouse shelf
\nand everybody buys it
\nfor everyone’s in commerce and in trade.<\/p>\n

When every sweet embrace has faded
\nthe voices dip, the faces dim and memory drifts away –
\nstill you stay in everyone you hold.<\/p>\n

Everyone you hold,
\nno, they never leave your side;
\neverybody knows
\nthere are secrets we can’t hope to hide.
\nIf everyone is with you
\nthen you can never be alone at all
\nand everyone forgives you –
\naccumulated whispers, Chinese walls.<\/p>\n

Now everyone you knew
\nwith smiles that you’ve seen through
\nwe flag, it’s true….<\/p>\n

But you’re still in everyone you hold.<\/p>\n

Everyone you hold,
\neveryone you hold,
\neveryone you told
\nknows.<\/p>\n

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

Not the same,
\nwe are changed and we are changing still;
\nI’ve been waiting for the beans to spill.
\nIf the truth be told all the plots will unfold:
\nwe’ve as many lives as we have friends or acquaintances,
\nwe’re all only fractions of a whole.<\/p>\n

Self-belief
\nglues together personality;
\nwell-accomplished in all vanity,
\nin a life-long dream the consciousnesses stream
\nthrough as many lives as this: all the voices in our heads.<\/p>\n

My brother’s keeper
\nunder no lock or key
\nwill you always look out for me?<\/p>\n

I don’t remember, I don’t remember,
\nI don’t remember the names,
\nthe essential’s familiar, the personality’s under change….<\/p>\n

Through your eyes
\nI can see reflections of my own,
\nI feel I’m losing sight of all I’ve known
\nand I’m spiralling down, in the gene pool drowned….
\nTruth is buried deep and just as well:
\nwe’ve as many lives as lies we tell,
\nall the self-taught fragments of fractured personalities.<\/p>\n

I don’t remember your name.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nNothing Comes<\/strong><\/p>\n

Consternation out of the box
\nas the conversation runs onto the rocks;
\nin full expectation nothing comes as a shock.<\/p>\n

It’s all plain sailing in the dry dock;
\nit’s all downhill from here, in the rubble, taking stock…
\nwith no sense of feeling nothing comes as a shock.<\/p>\n

You remind me of the girlfriend I never had:
\nnever fitted the equation, I was never quite one of the lads.
\nStill I remember that my feelings were always touch and go
\nonce I thought I knew all that, now I just don’t know.<\/p>\n

The wrap’s about to happen, the scene is already blocked,
\nblack-out’s already plotted and the cameras are locked:
\nwhen everything’s over nothing comes as a shock.<\/p>\n

I remember that my feelings were always touch and go
\nonce I thought I knew it all, now I just don’t know.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nFrom the Safe House<\/strong><\/p>\n

This is not the final call,
\nand this is not a ghostly guide
\nand these are not the words for which we’ve waited;
\nstill we’re glued to the headsets
\nwhile the world’s collapsed outside….
\nis it all really over now?
\nIt doesn’t matter if no-one else will hear.
\nNow you can say what you want, all outspoken.
\nOh no, it doesn’t matter,
\nno-one can get near us now…
\nso we can send in clear.<\/p>\n

The storm cloud’s broken and the old rule’s fallen down;
\nthe winds of history whip us naked.
\nNothing’s familiar on the streets of the old town
\nand chaos is the currency.
\nIt doesn’t matter if no-one else can hear us now…
\nIt’s time to send in clear, send in clear.
\n(Here in the Safe House, fear in the Safe House)<\/p>\n

No messages for coding,
\nno sense in subterfuge…all hope’s in flight,
\nbut here we are and here it’s ending.
\nLast secrets to be whispered and the dying of the light
\nare all that we have left now.
\nIt doesn’t matter if no-one else can hear,
\nnow we can say what we want, all is open.
\nAt last it doesn’t matter, no-one can get near us now…
\nIt’s time to send in clear.
\n(Here in the Safe House… all clear)<\/p>\n

And they’re coming for you now, if you’re ready or you’re not
\nand they’re coming for you now – are you ready?
\nNo, you’re not and they’re here.<\/p>\n

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

Across the ocean of the night
\nyou turn and look into my eyes,
\nburn into my life.
\nNow the moment’s magical
\nbut we keep our silence<\/p>\n

You could tell me anything you want,
\nyou could tell me all your secret wishes;
\nonly in our eyes, only in our eyes
\nwe made the soul kiss
\nand we will never pass this way again
\nwe will never know each other better;
\nships pass in the night
\nand in their wake they leave just phosphorescence.<\/p>\n

You could tell me any lies you want,
\nit wouldn’t change the way I feel about this;
\nonly in our eyes, only in our eyes
\nwe made the soul kiss
\nand we will never pass this way again
\nbut we’ll always feel each other’s presence…
\nships pass in the night
\nand when we wake we’re left with phosphorescence<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nFalling Open<\/strong><\/p>\n

I see
\nwhat isn’t there and what might be:
\nall the pages falling open.<\/p>\n

Out of my grasp
\nthe future floods my fingers:
\nthe blood that binds the bone
\nfor us a given, unforgiving known.
\n(All I’ve known unknowing)
\nAlthough I’m stumbling onward on the words
\nThe script is always clasped
\nwithin my hand, encrypted.
\n(Now I see)<\/p>\n

A loosening grip,
\na palm asweat from clenching…
\nthe binding’s ripped, leaves fluttering to the floor.<\/p>\n

The book slips through my fingers,
\nall the pages falling open.<\/p>\n

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

Let’s begin at the top:
\nthere’s no reason to think that this will ever stop,
\nso let’s go back and start again;
\nin this finite uncertainty we’ll circle round and then
\nsail a craft of self-conviction
\nacross tomorrow-never-knows
\nwhere the surface stays unruffled
\nwhile the coral clusters quietly down below.<\/p>\n

Cutting figures of pride and will
\nlike Leonardo cartoons
\nwe go flying formation in our hot-air speech balloons.<\/p>\n

Can’t go back, can’t reverse…
\nno-one here really quite believes
\nthe bubble’s going to,
\nthe bubble’s going to,
\nthe bubble’s going to burst.<\/p>\n

I fell off the raft of self-assurance
\ninto undertow that sucked me dry and deep;
\nbent double by thought bubbles flooding through my blood
\nI surfaced from a lifetime’s worth of sleep.
\nI remember once I gave myself the lecture,
\nswore on life as both a blessing and a curse
\nbut all solid faith seems nothing but conjecture
\nnow the bubble’s going to,
\nbubble’s going to,
\nbubble’s going to,
\nbubble’s going to burst.<\/p>\n

And our bones become the coral of the future
\nand we slake the life-long thirst;
\nwith a pin-prick, on a reef like a razor
\nthe bubble’s going to burst.<\/p>\n

The bubble’s sure to burst.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nCan Do<\/strong><\/p>\n

When you’re fingered by self-doubt, my dear,
\nno-one is innocent or guilty.
\nChained, your reaction when you’re on the spot:
\nthe flower of faith is wilting.
\nBut if there’s something that you’ve left behind
\nthere’ll be something else upcoming…
\nmake what you will, the future happens;
\nnow this is something that you just won’t find till later.<\/p>\n

No disillusion or despair will be defeat,
\nno simple disappointment should stay you
\nget up upon your feet, (Don’t you ever give up on me)
\nstand up: life is sweet (I will never give up on you)
\nwith will we’ll all shine through…
\n(Don’t you ever say „Can’t”, till you try you don’t know quite what you can do.)
\ncan do.<\/p>\n

When the long wave of the future breaks
\nwe’re all transmitters and receivers,
\nbabes, and we’re swaddled in the changeling room.
\nIf this is nothing less than mystic
\nand yet something more than strange
\nstill there’s nothing worth remembering for tomorrow you could ever change…
\nI think you got it,
\nI think you got it,
\nit’s in the pocket.<\/p>\n

You know your place, you know your name, you got your slot,
\nyou got the strength to be exactly what you want to.
\nWith faith in faith intact, (Don’t you ever give up on me)
\ntime to test the given facts: (I will never give up on you)
\nwhen we wake we’ll be made brand new
\n(Don’t you ever say „Can’t”, if you know that’s not true)
\nand I’ll be there right beside you.
\n(Don’t you ever say „Won’t”, when you know you’ll pull through)
\nI believe in time we’ll all shine through…
\n(Don’t you ever say „Can’t”, till you try you don’t know what you can do.)
\nCan do
\nDon’t you say you can’t do it; till you try you don’t know what you can do.
\nYou say you can’t do it – says who?<\/p>\n

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

Nothing I can say, but this much I can do:
\nif you want I’ll stay and be with you.
\nJust let the tears flood down and, yes,
\nI can offer you tenderness.<\/p>\n

What is gone is gone, it can be no more,
\nso we must move along and close the door.
\nI’m not his match, this I confess –
\nbut still I offer you tenderness.
\nNo more, no less:
\nI can offer you tenderness.<\/p>\n

He’ll stay with you, I know…
\n(now’s the time to) remember and let go.<\/p>\n

Life will turn around though now it’s growing dim,
\nalthough you feel the light’s gone out with him.
\nCry out all your tears, you loved him best –
\nstill I offer you tenderness,
\nno more, no less;
\ndeep in your distress
\nI’m here to offer some tenderness.
\nI’m here to offer you tenderness.
\nAll I can offer’s tenderness.<\/p>\n

Remember and let go.<\/p>\n

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