Sleeping at Last kept me company this week again…
say what you really want to say
and the truest of forms will show
finallly youll find your soulthey impose the endless fight
to always be perfect
it seems they have been chosen
to be above the rest
but the contradiction stands
between these perfect lives
and the words that they’ve misread
there was no readingsay all the things that you really want to say
the truest of forms will show
finally youll find your soul
say all the things that you really want to say
the truest of forms will show
and finally youll find your soulthe landscape of being
are endlessly competing, back and forth
for an answer to existance
that we can never find
in all of the places that weve searched out
in all of the pulses that weve taken
there was no readingsay all the things that you really want to say
the truest of forms will show
finally youll find your soul
say all the things that you really want to say
then youll find the truest of forms will show
and finally well find our soulsgive us the answers
and give the ability to hearthe landscape of being
are endlessly competing, back and forth
for an answer to existance
that we can understandperhaps were looking far too closely
we cant see
all the evidence in its entirety
the air in our lungs
the complexity of our lovesay all the things that you really want to say
then youll find the truest of forms will show
and finally youll find your soul
say all the things that you really want to saysay what you really want to say
and the truest of forms will show
finally youll find your soul[Say – Sleeping At Last]
12Special Song for you….
Soldier Of Fortune ( Depp Purple)
I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When I’d take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me love me
And I would surely stay
But I feel I’m growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin’ ’round
I guess I’ll always be…
A soldier of fortune
Many times I’ve been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thougt my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you’re not here
Now I feel I’m growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin’ ’round
I guess I’ll always be…
A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin’ ’round
I guess I’ll always be
A soldier of fortune