An old burned out wreck of a guy came up to me on the streets of San Francisco the other day and said, “A dollar for the secrets of life, son!” So I’m streetwise, I’m nearly 22, I gave him a dollar! And he wouldn’t stop. I should have written it all down. When I came back a few days later they told me he’d collapsed and died just a couple of hours after I’d left him. Now nobody has the answers but me.
Wish you were here RICK
“So Jerry’s dead and Montana’s moved on. The fog rolls in from the bay and everything is still. We’re all looking for salvation, to be washed clean; all searching for something to redeem the terrible empty spaces in our lives… All that we’ve lost or never had. But maybe we’re all so intent on being saved from death and pain that we forget to live. Perhaps there are some who can do both. If so, I’m not one of them. I’m just like Horselover Fat, sitting watching the TV, waiting for a sign.”
The city scrapes the heavens like a brilliant shooting star With its towers of crystal, a lattice of light, An anthem that comes from the streets in the night And a chemical peacock, arrayed like a bride, Solis in splendour with Zeus at her side And the nebulous stray in the gutter Who was grateful for the ride
See the lonely lighted window Casts reflections on the asphalt An ancient paper flickers at the glass And you call these wonders commonplace Dismiss them with your labels And their beauty lies forever beyond your grasp
Look up to the heavens where the rainbow serpent flies See him burning like a bullet train across the broken skies Shedding ever changing colours in the fading of the night And riding behind in the chariot gold The Emperor of Light
And cry my name aloud, the angel standing in the sun He has called me to the final supper of the Mighty One And seated on high with the sword and the scales The sceptre and stars and the coral vapour trails With all the lost children, eyes burning with tears Our rapture destroying the prison of fear A silent farewell as the world disappears
In that golden hour I will lay me down And stay the beating of my heart And they’ll cover me with a fist of sidewalk dust And gazing though the darkened glass I watch my final seconds pass And know that I have built Jerusalem
Where our Banner of Stars is flying in gloryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
