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Savior

You dress me up in a nurse's outfit
It rides and sticks to my thighs and my hips
You put me in a teacher’s little denim skirt
Ruler and desk so I can make it hurt
 
But I keep you on your best behavior
Honey, I can’t be your savior
Love you to the grave and farther
Honey, I am not your martyr
 
You dress me in a nun's black outfit
Hail Mary past, 'cause you know I grab it
Hand me a badge, and a little billy club
Like I'm supposed to book you on a hit-and-run
 
Adore you to the grave and farther
Honey, I can't be your martyr
Maybe it's just human nature
But honey, I can't be your savior
 
But then you say, 'Please'
Then you say, 'Please'
 
Dress me in leather
Oh, that's a little better
But that's still not it
None of this shit fits
 
But I keep you on your best behavior
Honey, I can’t be your savior
Love you to the grave and farther
Honey, I am not your martyr
 
But then you say, 'Please'
Then you say, 'Please'
 
'Please'
'Please'
'Please' (You call me a strange girl, you're inspecting my bruises)
'Please' (I got 'em tryin' to save the world, you said, 'girl, you're not Jesus')
 

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His Day is Done

His day is done.
Is done.
The news came on the wings of a wind, reluctant to carry its burden.
Nelson Mandela’s day is done.
The news, expected and still unwelcome, reached us in the United States, and suddenly our world became somber.
Our skies were leadened.
 
His day is done.
We see you, South African people standing speechless at the slamming of that final door through which no traveler returns.
Our spirits reach out to you Bantu, Zulu, Xhosa, Boer.
We think of you and your son of Africa, your father, your one more wonder of the world.
 
We send our souls to you as you reflect upon your David armed with a mere stone, facing down the mighty Goliath.
 
Your man of strength, Gideon, emerging triumphant.
 
Although born into the brutal embrace of Apartheid, scarred by the savage atmosphere of racism, unjustly imprisoned in the bloody maws of South African dungeons.
 
Would the man survive? Could the man survive?
 
His answer strengthened men and women around the world.
 
In the Alamo, in San Antonio, Texas, on the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, in Chicago’s Loop, in New Orleans Mardi Gras, in New York City’s Times Square, we watched as the hope of Africa sprang through the prison’s doors.
 
His stupendous heart intact, his gargantuan will hale and hearty.
 
He had not been crippled by brutes, nor was his passion for the rights of human beings diminished by twenty-seven years of imprisonment.
 
Even here in America, we felt the cool, refreshing breeze of freedom.
 
When Nelson Mandela took the seat of Presidency in his country where formerly he was not even allowed to vote we were enlarged by tears of pride, as we saw Nelson Mandela’s former prison guards invited, courteously, by him to watch from the front rows his inauguration.
 
We saw him accept the world’s award in Norway with the grace and gratitude of the Solon in Ancient Roman Courts, and the confidence of African Chiefs from ancient royal stools.
 
No sun outlasts its sunset, but it will rise again and bring the dawn.
 
Yes, Mandela’s day is done, yet we, his inheritors, will open the gates wider for reconciliation, and we will respond generously to the cries of Blacks and Whites, Asians, Hispanics, the poor who live piteously on the floor of our planet.
 
He has offered us understanding.
We will not withhold forgiveness even from those who do not ask.
Nelson Mandela’s day is done, we confess it in tearful voices, yet we lift our own to say thank you.
 
Thank you our Gideon, thank you our David, our great courageous man.
 
We will not forget you, we will not dishonor you, we will remember and be glad that you lived among us, that you taught us, and that you loved us all.
 

J'étais si jeune

J’avais seize ans
Les promesses étaient belles
Les jours passaient comme un rêve
Quand je l’ai vu si grand dans le soleil
Un feu d’amour m’a brûlée
 
J’étais si jeune pour mon premier amour
J’étais si jeune pourtant c’était mon tour
C’était mon rêve qui se réalisait
J’oubliais tout quand il m’embrassait
Le ciel tout autour dansait
J’aurais pu mourir serrée dans ses bras
Tellement je l’aimais déjà
 
On s’est donné tout le bonheur de vivre
Une passion merveilleuse
Mais il était prisonnier du passé
Une autre attendait son retour et…
 
J’étais si jeune pour mon premier amour
J’étais si jeune, adieu mes plus beaux jours
C’était mon rêve qui se brisait sans bruit
Je n’oublierai jamais dans ma vie
Ces jours passés près de lui
Et la cicatrice au fond de mon cœur
Me rappelle mon bonheur
 
J’étais si jeune pour mon premier amour
J’étais si jeune, mais j’y pense toujours
J’étais si jeune pour mon premier amour
J’étais si jeune, mais j’y pense toujours
 

Heading North

There's a belonging
In longing for someone
It's like a fever
That pulls you in at night
 
Off the rooftops
Looking out at city lights
You are a color
Between black and white
 
Looking for light
In everything
Almost went blind
From staring
I am a ship held
By an anchor
 
I'm winding it up
I'm cutting it loose
And I'm heading out north
I'm winding it up
I'm cutting it loose
And I'm heading out north
 
I'm getting tired
Of all of this noise
It's a pollution
And it's robbing me of joy
You are a fine man
Who asked too much
I am a free bird
Snared by a gentle touch
 
Looking for light
In everything
Almost went blind
From staring
It's hard to tell you
Why I am leaving
 
But I'm a ship
You're an anchor
And I'm pulling you up
Yeah I'm a ship
You're an anchor
And I'm pulling you up
 
Looking for light
In everything
Almost went blind from staring
It's hard to tell you
Why I am leaving
 
But I'm a ship
You're an anchor
And I'm pulling you up
 
Yeah, I'm a ship
You're an anchor
And I'm pulling you up
 
I'm a ship
You're an anchor
I'm pulling you up
 
I'm a ship
You're an anchor
And I'm pulling you up
 

Love Sign

Love sign
Love sign
Get up
Love sign
Get up
Pop, pop, pop go the pistol
Bang, bang, bang go the gun
Get up
 
If you're sick of evil knocking on your door
Throw up the love sign once and forevermore
Two signs of the time
If you'd rather make love and have a little fun
Throw up the love sign everybody and not the gun
Time is passing, passing the time
 
In a chariot of red and gold
The cool, fuzzy voice said 'Come save your soul'
Before the fear of rejection reared its head
He stood before the masses and calmly said
 
If you're sick of evil knocking on your door
Throw up the love sign once and forevermore
Two signs of the time
If you'd rather make love and have a little fun
Throw up the love sign everybody and not the gun
Time is passing, passing the time
 
In the day of where and why we all belong
Don't nobody want to hear a silly love song
And if they did then we would sing it on the news
While you're aiming your gun at me and I'm aiming back at you
 
If you're sick of evil knocking on your door
Throw up the love sign once and forevermore
Two signs of the time
If you'd rather make love and have a little fun
Throw up the love sign everybody and not the gun
Time is passing, passing the time
 
Pop, pop, pop go the pistol
Bang, bang, bang go the gun
Pop, pop, pop go the pistol
Bang, bang, bang go the gun
Get up
 
If you only had one year left to live
What good is the time you spend if you got no love to give?
Let's all get up off the front and find a cause to back
Then we could teach the babies replications of the act, of the act
 
If you're sick of evil knocking on your door
Throw up the love sign once and forevermore
Two signs of the time
If you'd rather make love and have a little fun
Throw up the love sign everybody and not the gun
Time is passing, passing the time
 
If you're sick of evil knocking on your door
Throw up the love sign once and forevermore
Two signs of the time
If you'd rather make love and have a little fun
Throw up the love sign everybody and not the gun
Time is passing, passing the time
 
Pop, pop, pop go the pistol
Bang, bang, bang go the gun
Pop, pop, pop go the pistol
Bang, bang, bang go the gun
Pop, pop, pop go the pistol
Bang, bang, bang go the gun
Pop, pop, pop go the pistol
Bang, bang, bang go the gun
 
Show us the love sign, we want the love sign
Show us the love sign
Show us the love sign we want the love sign
Show us the love sign
Love sign
Pop, pop, pop go the pistol
Bang, bang, bang go the gun
We want the love sign
Love sign
Pop, pop, pop go the pistol
Bang, bang, bang go the gun
Love sign
Pop, pop, pop go the pistol
Bang, bang, bang go the gun
We want the love sign
Love sign
Pop, pop, pop go the pistol
Bang, bang, bang go the gun