No tongue in the bell And the fishwives yell But they might as well be mute So you get to keep the pictures That dont seem like much Cold white keys under your fingers Now youre thinking Thats no substitute It just dont do it Like the song of a warm, warm body Loving your touch
In the court they carve your legend With an apple in its jaw And the women that you wanted They get their laughs Long silk stockings On the bedposts of refinement Youre too raw They think youre too raw Its the judgement of the moon and stars Your solitary path Draw yourself a bath Think what youd like to have For supper Or take a walk A park A bridge A tree A river Revoked but not yet cancelled The gift goes on In silence In a bell jar Still a song ... Youve got to shake your fists at lightning now Youve got to roar like forest fire Youve got to spread your light like blazes All across the sky Theyre going to aim the hoses on you Show em you wont expire Not till you burn up every passion Not even when you die Come on now Youve got to try If youre feeling contempt Well then you tell it If youre tired of the silent night Jesus, well then you yell it Condemned to wires and hammers Strike every chord that you feel That broken trees And elephant ivories ConcealTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
