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| Song Lyrics |
| "April, Come She Will" by Paul Simon April, come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain. May, she will stay Resting in my arms again. June, she'll change her tune; In restless walks she prowls the night. July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight. August, die she must; The Autumn winds blow chilly and cold. September, I'll remember A love once new has now grown old. |
| "In Dreams" The Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack When the cold of winter comes Starless night will cover day In the veiling of the sun We will walk in bitter rain But in dreams I can hear your name And in dreams We will meet again When the seas and mountains fall And we come to end of days In the dark I hear a call Calling me there I will go there And back again. |
| These range from movie soundtracks to bluegrass to . . . . I don't even know what. I figure I don't really need a page on music now that I have this. Though I am a fan of music of the wordless breed, as well. |
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| To Writing |
| "Into the West" The Return of the King soundtrack Lay down Your sweet and weary head Night is falling You have come to journey's end Sleep now And dream of the ones who came before They are calling From across the distant shore Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face? Soon you will see All of your fears will pass away. Safe in my arms You're only sleeping What can you see On the horizon? Why do the white gulls call? Across the sea A pale moon risees The ships have come to carry you home And all will turn to silver glass A light on the water All souls pass Hope fades Into the world of night Through shadows falling Out of memory and time Don't say We have come now to the end White shores are calling You and I will meet again And you'll be here in my arms Just sleeping What can you see On the horizon? Why do the white gulls call? Across the sea A pale moon rises The ships have come to carry you home And all will turn to silver glass A light on the water Grey ships pass Into the West |
| "Green and Gray" Nickel Creek, This Side I'm in a room full of people, hanging on one person's breath. We would all vote him most likely to be loved to death. I hope he still wants it, but it might remind him of when he aimed for the bulls eye and hit it nine times out of ten. That one time his hand slipped and I saw the dart sail away. I don't know where it landed, but I'm guessing between green and gray. We thought nothing of it, but it still haunts him like a ghost With all eyes upon him except the two that matter the most. He says, "Green is the color everyone sees all around me. Gray is the color I see around her, and she's just a blur." The more the crowd cheers, the less I can hear and they don't really care what I play. It might be for her. But for now it's between green and gray. We paid and we cheered, now we're gone, and to us that feels fine. But for him every one of those evenings turns into a night With another hotel room where he lays awake to pretend That he's doing find with his notebook and discman for friends. He says, "Green is the color everyone sees all around me. Gray is the color I see around her, and she's just a blur." The more the crowd cheers, the less I can hear and they don't really care what I play. It might be for her. But for now it's between green and gray. "I want you to love me," he whispers, unable to speak. And he wonders aloud why feelings so strong make the body so weak. Then he awoke. Now he's scared to death somebody heard. If it was you, and you know her, please don't say a word. |
| "Seven Wonders" Nickel Creek When shadows fall, he'll close his eyes To hear the clocks unwind Powerless to leash the hands of time Kingdoms fall, the earth revolves The rain will come this spring And nothing he could say would change a thing Seven wonders crowed the man Knowing six are gone And how the great illusion lingers on He can't enfold the sun or moon Or wind within his hand But count the times he'll shout "The Great I Am" With all the while a pontiff simle Veiling his disgrace At never owning more than second place Seven wonders crowed the man Knowing six are gone And how the great illusion lingers on Seven wonders crowned the man Knowning six are gone And how the great illusion lingers Oh, the grand illusion lingers While the sad confusion lingers on. |