You choose some direction and follow a sound; The wind's intention may turn you around. Maybe you need some time to be free- What is freedom? Come show it to me. You turn around, I'm here this time; You turn around and I'm gone. I'll turn down some line And walk that line alone. The wind's blowing colder, so cold on my skin; The sun turns his shoulder, it's winter again. Sing lonely songs to the stars in the sky; Walk all alone in a crystalline night. You turn around, I'm here this time; You turn around and I'm gone. I'll turn down some line And walk that line alone. Go straight through the seasons that turn us around; Go follow a songline, a beacon of sound; Try to remember the song of a friend. A circle's forever, a line always ends. You choose some direction and follow a sound; The wind's intention may turn you around. Maybe you need some time to be free- What is freedom? Come show it to me. You turn around, I'm here this time; You turn around and I'm gone. I'll turn down some line And walk that line alone.
Emily In memory of David Ackles
Emily, merrily Waters all the ferns inside the old bookstore. Emily - one, two, three Dusts the books and sweeps across the oaken floor - There's nothing more. She grins at Mrs. Reilly And she's out the door. Mrs. Reilly watches till she's gone. Down the street, Emily Finds the bank as often times she's done before. Emily strains to see Fingerprints on windows and the big brass door - Her special chore Although she cleans them everyday There (are) always more The bankers laugh - she doesn't understand. The sounds of hungry engines fill the city street; She sings the only song she's ever known; She sings her "Jesus loves me" as she drags her feet: She sings her "Jesus loves me" all alone. Emily hopes to see All the smiling shopkeepers that she once knew. Emily, wearily Calls at all the stores along the avenue - Some are new. Old familiar faces now Have grown so few. She waits and then she slowly shuffles on. The sounds of hungry engines fill the city street; She sings the only song she's ever known; She sings her "Jesus loves me" as she drags her feet: She sings her "Jesus loves me" all alone.
We've just a little time in the sun, So take a minute free from the run. We're in the middle, swept into the race; We should begin to soften the pace. We're running on a wheel; Let's cut a better deal. I feel like slowing down. It's an illusion, that product I need; They're all abstractions, those numbers I read; It's a delusion that business must grow, And my reactions are starting to slow. We're running out of time; Our tragedy unwinds. I feel like slowing down Life could be so simple, spending mostly time. Luxury or leisure - what's your bottom line? Look to your obsession, that shiny thing you hold: There is no possession: Sifting hours, my honey and me. Golden voices call out from the trees. We see the flowers; we're seizing the day. We're making choices to do it this way. It's freedom from the wheel, With time enough to feel Life is slowing down So take a minute and watch it unwind: The GNP's just a part of our minds We're locked within it, the one data base, And you can feel it controlling the pace. Invested in our chips, Our vital interests slip I feel like slowing down On a dying planet, must we be diseased? Hooked upon a habit; planting poison seeds. Can we shrink production, expand our leisure time, Stop the cheap seduction, educate our minds, open up our minds? Educate our minds. Open up our minds.
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