I live in the hills. You live in the valleys. And all that you know are those blackbirds. You rise every morning. Wondering what in the world will the world bring today.
I live in the hills. You live in the valleys. And all that you know are those blackbirds. You rise every morning. Wondering what in the world will the world bring today.
(Jane Siberry). . Maybe it was to learn how to love. Maybe it was to learn how to leave. Maybe it was for the games we played. Maybe it was to learn how to choose.
(Jane Siberry). . Maybe it was to learn how to love. Maybe it was to learn how to leave. Maybe it was for the games we played. Maybe it was to learn how to choose.
Jane Siberry. We made love last night. Wasn't good wasn't bad. Itimate strangers made me kinda sad. Now when I woke up this morning. Coffee wasn't on.
Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah. Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica. Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla.
It is very quiet here--so still. I don't live here--I live down the hill. On this winter's afternoon. The distant sun--it slowly swings the room around.
One time I saw Canada fall through a hole in the sky. I do not know if I was really sad to see her go. For in her place there was a herd of early morning cows.
We're going to the seashore. Gonna burst upon the brine. From a car that's full of babies. And dogs and food and wine. Sand in our suits and salt in our hair.
Ogwen--Bessie's gone. Bessie's gone away. I looked in the high meadow for her. I think she's gone. I looked down by the river. And I looked behind the barn.
I reached the desert as the sun was rising. On the day that you were passing through. The caravan you travelled in was crowded. I didn't like the people around you.
How did I ever get into this mess. I fell in the river and I wrecked my dress. I wanted to look good because he's coming tonight. And he's bringing me things that I like.
I was on a train. Somewhere in Spain. Sometime in the night. I drew up my knees. In second class. And watched in the blue light. Strangers beside me. Strangers across from me.
I went out with Wolf tonight, I had so many worries on my mind. I was feeling lost, feeling confused, feeling afraid--I wanted to hide. But when I got home after work Wolf would not let me stay inside.
You mentioned La Pieta. The dotted line. The holy flapping dress. White legs carving darkness. And you traced your thoughts on the tablecloth. As you were speaking.
You will be born into a strange and desolate place. It will be called, 'The average home'. The times will be restless and full of uncertainty. It will be full of violence, the end of the century.
You mentioned La Pieta. The dotted line. The holy flapping dress. White legs carving darkness. And you traced your thoughts on the tablecloth. As you were speaking.
You mentioned La Pieta. The dotted line. The holy flapping dress. White legs carving darkness. And you traced your thoughts on the tablecloth. As you were speaking.
I can see the sweetness on your face. You don't know I'm looking under the light of the moon. I know you're alive. . In the blackness of the pine, in the paleness of the moon.
La jalouse. I said no. La jalouse. I told you to go. . You trick me with all your lies. Trick me 'til I'm on your side. Drag me into your stinking pit.