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Tapestry

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the ever-changing view
A wondrous, woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold
 
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side
 
He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand came down empty
 
Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad
It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well
 
As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
A figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unraveling - he's come to take me back
He's come to take me back
 
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Sanctify

[Intro]
When I pray
When I-
When I pray
 
[Verse 1]
In the night, you come to me
'Cause I'm the one who knows who you are
Ooh
Give me your confession, saying
Lately, life's been tearing you apart
Now
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Walk through the fire with you
'Cause I know how it can hurt
Being cut into and afraid
 
[Chorus]
So don't break (break)
Sanctify my body with pain (pain)
Sanctify the love that you crave (crave)
Oh, and I won't, and I won't, and I won't be ashamed
Sanctify my sins when I pray
When I pray
 
[Verse 2]
You don't have to be straight with me
I see what's underneath your mask
I'm a man like you, I breathe the rituals of the dancer's dance
Oh, oh
 
[Pre-Chorus]
And there's fire in you
And you know it's gonna hurt, being cut into
And afraid
 
[Chorus]
So don't break (break)
Sanctify my body with pain (pain)
Sanctify the love that you crave (crave)
Oh, and I won't, and I won't, and I won't be ashamed
Sanctify my sins when I pray
When I pray
 
[Bridge]
You'll find redemption when all this is through
Father, forgive me for finding the truth
Love takes its toll on me, I'm just like you
Maybe it's heavenly
Maybe it's heavenly
 
[Chorus]
So don't break (break)
Sanctify my body with pain (pain)
Sanctify the love that you crave (crave)
Oh, and I won't, and I won't, and I won't be ashamed
Sanctify my sins when I pray
 
[Chorus]
Sanctify my body with pain (sanctify, sanctify my sins)
Sanctify the love that you crave (sanctify)
Oh, and I won't, and I won't, and I won't be ashamed (sanctify)
Sanctify my sins when I pray
When I pray
When I pray
 

Gerontion

Here I am, an old man in a dry month,
Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
I was neither at the hot gates
Nor fought in the warm rain
Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass,
Bitten by flies, fought.
My house is a decayed house,
And the jew squats on the window sill, the owner,
Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp,
Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London.
The goat coughs at night in the field overhead;
Rocks, moss, stonecrop, iron, merds.
The woman keeps the kitchen, makes tea,
Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter.
 
I an old man,
A dull head among windy spaces.
 
Signs are taken for wonders. “We would see a sign”:
The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
Swaddled with darkness. In the juvescence of the year
Came Christ the tiger
 
In depraved May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering judas,
To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk
Among whispers; by Mr. Silvero
With caressing hands, at Limoges
Who walked all night in the next room;
By Hakagawa, bowing among the Titians;
By Madame de Tornquist, in the dark room
Shifting the candles; Fraulein von Kulp
Who turned in the hall, one hand on the door. Vacant shuttles
Weave the wind. I have no ghosts,
An old man in a draughty house
Under a windy knob.
 
After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now
History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,
Guides us by vanities. Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late
What’s not believed in, or if still believed,
In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what’s thought can be dispensed with
Till the refusal propagates a fear. Think
Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices
Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues
Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.
 
The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours. Think at last
We have not reached conclusion, when I
Stiffen in a rented house. Think at last
I have not made this show purposelessly
And it is not by any concitation
Of the backward devils
I would meet you upon this honestly.
I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition.
I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be adulterated?
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer contact?
 
These with a thousand small deliberations
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,
With pungent sauces, multiply variety
In a wilderness of mirrors. What will the spider do,
Suspend its operations, will the weevil
Delay? De Bailhache, Fresca, Mrs. Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear
In fractured atoms. Gull against the wind, in the windy straits
Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn,
White feathers in the snow, the Gulf claims,
And an old man driven by the Trades
To a a sleepy corner.
 
Tenants of the house,
Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.
 

Amusez-vous

Que ce serait charmant sur terre
Un pays où les gens ne viendraient
Que par plaisir, pour se distraire
Où dans ce but tout serait fait.

Combien ce serait sympathique
Un pays où l'on ne s'occuperait
Ni d'affaires ni de politique
Où sans arrêt l'on se reposerait

Et quelle joie souveraine
Quand on Prince de Monaco
De pouvoir dire à tous ceux qui viennent
De Londres ou bien de Chicago :

Refrain :
Amusez-vous, foutez-vous de tout
La vie entre nous est si brève
Amusez-vous, comme des fous
La vie est si courte, après tout.

Car l'on n'est pas ici
Pour se faire du souci
On n'est pas ici-bas
Pour se faire du tracas.

Amusez-vous, foutez-vous de tout
La vie passera comme un rêve
Faites les cent coups, dépensez tout
Prenez la vie par le bon bout.

Pour que les gens voient tout en rose
Ou tout en bleu à Monaco
La première chose qui s'impose
Est de supprimer tous les impôts

Car dans la comédie humaine
Où tous les rôles on leur raison
Il n'y en qu'un seul qui me gêne
Oui, c'est le rôle des contributions

Pour un roi quelle joie adorable
Quelle charmante innovation
De pouvoir à tous ces contribuables
Envoyer cette sommation :

Refrain

Prologue

Before my eyes I see you,
I feel you, but still I can not have you
I want you to want me to want you,
betray me, save me
 
Lying face down, below ground, my breakdown
No I don't, don't want you to tell me the hard truth
I beg you belie me, I suffer, just try me,
betray me, save me
 
Lie to me, set me free
Lie to me, say that you're falling in love,
save me from falling and falling apart