TRACKS
Christmas
Song
We're not the wise
men that come from the East.
Nor can we serve a
Christmas feast.
But we'll sing to
you, it's only the least
that we can give
for Christmas peace.
And now it is
Christmas for all that are here.
A day we can love,
a day without fear.
For people in
countries far and near,
We sing happy
Christmas for everyone to hear.
The Snow Keeps
Falling Down
(in the Foot
Tracks I Have Made)
[for John Lennon]
You stay inside
your village now,
your face hid in
the walls.
You never stagger
out to tell us you're alive;
won't see anyone
at all.
For all the
letters sent, you've no reply;
no words to say at
all.
Can't you see
you're in the songs I play,
I've made you ten
feet tall.
Oh, yeah! You've
got it all
for anyone who's
feeling small.
But when they ask
you if you really care,
do you think
you've said your share?
In the avenue, the
snow keeps falling down
in the foot tracks
I have made.
Tell me now, will you
say more?
Is this a dream
that will fade?
How foolish you
may look in the critics' eyes.
Small tin glasses,
you have not disguised.
You don't want no
applause, I realize,
but you're not
anyone the people can despise.
Not to Wish
I smiled at you
and you smiled back at me
and now you think
you've got the right to go and ruin me.
I'm not running,
I'm not flying, no, I'm not going far.
You may be a
dreamer, but your dreams are too bizarre.
Don't you know
you're not to wish for what you will?
For a time you
brought me pleasure, drink and fun.
But now I know
that's really when the bad times had begun.
You have died out
now, you're a man that's come and gone.
It's all that you
were doing wrong, you've been around too long.
Where's your
signs? You still feel fine? Gonna try and see.
Your generation's
got no class,
now where does
that leave me?
Your father's
flown to other lands,
though you
remember still
the foolish dreams
that taught you
not to wish for
what you will.
Smoke your pipe of
peace and blow the music to the South.
And know the words
you're thinking will never leave your mouth.
Stay inside a dark
room, the place that you call home.
Don't you see the
gentlemen are shining up their chrome.
Don't try to blend
the tails and rags you wrap around your head.
Don't try to tell
me how to live and what the Good Man said.
It's long ago and
far away and settled in the East.
It really means
much more than that; we understand the least.
Fearless
Don't try to live
for the hour
when fear engraves
the palms of your hands
and anger grows
into a tower.
Go on and become
fearless, fearless, fearless.
I don't pretend to
be somebody, I'm not.
I can only fly in
my dreams.
Land on the hill
of destruction.
Tear down my pride
and I am fearless, fearless, fearless.
I am fearless.
I call myself a
lunatic.
I am the justice
of the peace.
I am the right to
intention;
the greatest fear
release.
A Truer Believer
Once my life was a
comedy
but I knew that
was not reality.
I'm a truer
believer than that.
Some things that I
have met
I recall as a
regret
I'm a truer
believer than that.
I believe in a
life before mine.
I believe there
has been a sign.
I believe what the
books all have told.
I believe in
myself growing old.
I remember my
father at home
and I can remember
my mother not alone.
I'm a truer believer
than that.
I've heard
religions all in a row
until I didn't
know which way to go.
Now I'm a truer
believer than that.
I believe there's
a way to exist
as long as your
conscience helps you resist.
I believe there's
a road up ahead
and I know what I
am and I know what I've said.
I'm a truer
believer than that.
The Stock Broker
The businessmen
stand in the street
warmed by their
dusty coats in shreds of defeat
and in the same
place the poor man laughed at fate.
He had no more and
found it was too late.
How much can they
take?
How much can they
take?
When they've got
so much to pay
and so little to
save.
In a local
"speak" the nite owl lifts his cup of brew.
The October air
whistles something they all knew.
Now in the street,
the stock broker stands
and cannot fill
all the empty hands.
Halfway out a
mansion door where lies the man of wealth.
He's had to give
up a good part of himself.
His wife sits in a
silver thread menagerie.
She counts the
losses and waits for another century.
The ladies of Park
Avenue with ivory and gold
see in the looking
glass that she is really getting old.
The diamonds held
her to a life of needless worth
and now the ocean
washes out her earth.
In Venice by the Train
In Venice by the
train
is where they walk
the same
when cold of
winter heeds
the snow-fell path
that leads
where scowls of
grey all go.
They line up in a
row.
They line up in
the snow.
Why don't we go
away?
Why don't we get away?
...from the grey
and lifeless day
Sunday on a train,
down the shadowed
main.
In Venice on the
train
In Venice in the
rain.
By the winter
train
the driver waits
in vein.
A paperboy is
wailing
that all the times
are failing.
To stay it is a
strain
in towns where
there is pain,
in Venice by the
train.
In Venice by the
train.
Let's Save the Human Race
[for John Lennon
when he died]
New York seems so
close to me
as I stare out at
the cold reality.
I'm the bare trees
that hang and sigh
and a walk of life
has died
a new way of life
has been tried.
But for now,
I can't take this
day, in December
There's just too
much to say, in December.
Let's just be on
our way, so remember
Let's not let is
spoil the dream.
Today, the
emptiness tries to reach
as a preacher
tries to preach.
The day is too
relentless;
too still with
forgetlessness
and the faces are
pale
as though locked
in a jail.
I'll just try to
be strong
and we've got to
carry on
Let's just pray
for the human race
with the spirit in
our face.
Yes, there's hope
for every tree
that strives to
breathe and be.
Let's pray for the
human race
Let's pray for the
human race
Let's save the
human race, before it dies.
Intuition [from "Acceptance" rock
opera]
Why should I
wonder what the heavens hold
or if hell is cold?
I've just got to
wonder about the laws within;
what it is to win.
I believe, I
really believe.
Like another race,
my intuition's face
stepped inside
this open space....
Said never again
try to condemn
or this wound may
never heal.
Said never again
pretend to know
more than what is
real.
Intuition (in my
face)
Intuition (has my
faith)
Intuition
My mind in unison
with the power of universal thought.
My mind in harmony
with the greater law.
It's a dream
before reality,
know before I
know.
When spirits dance
I'll take a chance
and wonder aloud
to the escapable
crowd.
Intuition (has my
faith)
Intuition (in my
face)
Intuition
All my mind
giving secrets
away
got to tell them
some way.
Pfalz Morning
I walked so hard,
my boots became worn - to one side
and every crippled
weak I was expensive; costly in my blood and no more.
Off to school they'd
send me - to wear them down some more.
In the Pfalz
morning.
Father, now you
are a memory - appearing to me as a meaningless,
plastic salamander
in the trees of wind.
You can't make it
up to me; though I am big, I forgive.
We have sinned.
Birth is just a
Fall's mourning.
When you have
succeeded, too, in giving me the half of you.
You were just
someone passing through.
My bed is old,
you're older, too.
Though your lines
have all been lost.
The morning waking
is my cost.
Those times I'd
found you'd gone away.
Cold mornings
found whose fault today.
Digging by our
homefest's side, afraid to show that I had cried.
I want to know
what made me hide.
Could I have
scarred my feet... the night I hurried from the street?
Waking in a sweat
of sleet
in a false
morning.
Pfalz morning,
stealing (from) cherry trees
before the absent
mother sees.
The sister takes
her nature walks and giving foreign pity talks...
In that space is
always fall.
The fathers really
weren't so tall.
Only if eyes could
have seen
the faults in all
their children's scene.
(We Want) Acceptance [from
"Acceptance" rock opera]
Mother, in the
army of life,
trying to be loved
or just not hated.
Mother, who can
you blame
for all of your
sorrow and pain?
Mother, give it
all away.
Acceptance is just
what you've waited for.
Mother, give me
some of your time
before we come up
to the last mile.
Mother, don't walk
out on me.
I'm accepting you
now, can't you see?
Mother, oh mother,
oh mother, oh mother -
mother of life.
We want
acceptance!
They said we
couldn't do it; they said it couldn't be done.
We showed the
world, we could be one!
The Fragile Men
The fragile men I
know, I love with all my heart...
they hate like
hell to admit when I am just as smart...
Their fragile
hearts can break as easily as I do...
and break at every
chance they get when not admitting to.
The faults they have
are like mine, though equal we are not...
when we fight I
understand his strength is what I want.
We eat, we drink,
we play together every day.
He stays the same
as I grow fat when doing things his way.
The fragile men
are greater as vegetarians...
When they can't
put away the drink, they seem less masculine.
Well, that's the
way society goes, and that's the way they see...
a man is only
strong and brave when he is not like she.
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