Color & Harmony - Lyrics & Audio Clips
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Surrender to Love
Burning Ember
The End of the World
Coming Soon
My Life, My Death, My Burial
Spread a Little Love Around
Everything Sounds Better in French
Questions of Love
LYRICS:
COMING SOON
I called a meeting of the stuff in my room
The pencil and paper and the plate and the spoon
The TV and the toaster and the table and the broom
I told them you'd be coming soon
The microwave was open, said he'd welcome a new flame
The cufflinks pitched an offhand plan for a party in your name
The wristwatch took the time to tell them all I was insane
My guitar played she'll be coming soon
The meeting took a sharp turn when the radio arrived
Singing "Love Me Do, A Case of You, At Last, I Will Survive"
The remote control and the Sugar Bowl took the toothbrush for a ride
Then they began to jive
The meeting took a sharp turn when the radio arrived
Singing "Willy and the Poor Boy, Down on the Corner" and playing the old Hand Jive
The remote control and the Sugar Bowl started up a conga line
Then they went outside
My things continued dancing out the door to my back yard
I've never seen inanimate objects partying so hard
We're celebrating even though we don't know who you are
But we all know that you're coming soon
ANOTHER CHANCE
I can't believe
That I got another chance to
Be who I want to be
You gave to me
A gift that I never knew I needed
See how it set me free
ooo
So many years ago, still it's important so, I want you to know
You gave me another chance
We were so young (remember?)
Still you found the faith to find me
After our love unwound
Like a bell was rung
Somewhere so deep inside to remind me
Look for the Light and Sound
ooo
Look what you brought to me, color and harmony, flying free
You gave me another chance
One More Chance
ooo
Do I believe in you? Well, I believe I do, I'm asking you...
Where would I be today?
Living a life of two dimensions
Seeing in shades of gray
You went out of your way
To show me the truth and now I must mention
How grateful I am today
ooo
What is there left to do? Thanking you for the HU, and being you
You gave me another chance
MY LIFE MY DEATH MY BURIAL
Through the drizzling rain I see the train gates come down
As I shift to neutral while the wiper blades
Watch me count the boxcars tumbling past my screen
And cross into a dream
And between each car, one glimpse at a time
Comes a perfect picture of the other side
So real that it feels like I'm already back in drive
As if I were still alive
But I know that there's nothing there
There's no one home and none who care
I've been gone for so long now, they won't recall
My life, my death, my burial
Music drips from the radio speaker grill
And it fills in the cracks on a broken heart
But like wet paint on a bench it looks good - but you can't sit down
So you just stand around
And I know there's nothing there
There's no one home and none who care
I've been gone for so long now, they won't recall
My life, my death, my burial
There are names that they give to invisible things
But they're only to comfort the weak of heart
Who count every boxcar tumbling through their dreams
And across their screens
And I know that I'm not there
I've got no home and I don't care
I've been gone for so long now, I can't recall
My life, my death, my burial
QUESTIONS OF LOVE
What is this yearning that burns in my heart?
How can I follow it?
As it leads me toward becoming someone new
Will I find that there are others who feel the way I do?
These are the questions we pose to the holy one,
These are the questions of love
What is this seed growing deep within my Soul?
How can I uncover it?
Has it begun its time to shine in the sun?
And to help me find these answers, is there something or someone?
These are the questions we pose to the holy one,
These are the questions of love
More than just questions, these were broken hearted pleas
I was down on myself - I was down on my knees
Nothing to cling to but God's open door
I'm guessing you've been there before
Whose is this face that I've chased through my dreams?
Why do I remember him?
Can he show me the door I'm searching for?
Can he teach me how it opens so I know there's something more?
These are the questions we pose to the holy one,
These are the questions of love
And as I ask, the Beloved relates
That with every new question an answer awaits
Each blessing leads you through God's opening door
I'm guessing that's what you're here for
What is this word that I've heard deep inside?
Where does it belong in me?
How do I voice this everlasting song of HU?
And will it then transform me in the smallest things I do?
These are the questions we pose to the holy one,
These are the questions of love
SURRENDER TO LOVE
A closed heart is a wasted thing
You'll know it if you ever let it all just bring you
Down to this and down to that
You can live a whole life in nothing flat
But all it takes to turn around
Is a tiny crack, a soaring sound
To open you up and set you straight
If it's not today, it's never too late
If you remember to surrender to love
Surrender to love
An open heart comes just in time
And you know it when your life begins to rhyme
Saying yes to one and yes to all
There ain't nothing too big and not a thing too small
All it takes to ride that wave
Is nothing to prove and nothing to save
Give it all up - it's what you came here for
When you know the way, you'll see door
If you remember to surrender to love
Surrender to love
Sometimes this seems like a hopeless task
And I bet you I know what you're getting ready to ask
"What do I do to see this through
To make it all real and feel it all true?"
Well all it takes to right that wrong
Is to be a chord in God's love song
Be the words and the rhythm and the melody
It'll set you flying - it'll set you free
If you remember to surrender to love
Surrender to love
DANCING GIRL
Bopping up to Beantown, baby, it's 5 am
Nothing like driving all night, nothing like driving all night
I guess you might wonder why I'd be traveling then
I'm gonna see the light of my life, gonna see the light of my life
She's my dancing girl
She wants to change my world
Don't I believe in her, don't I believe?
In my dancing girl
She says she's gonna show the world
Don't I believe in her, don't I believe?
Tapping out a tune with the ring from my honey on the steering wheel
Trying to make the time go by, trying to make the time go by
Making up this song that I know in a couple more hours she'll hear
Hoping that she'll like it all right hoping that she'll like it all right
She's my dancing girl
She wants to change my world
Don't I believe in her, don't I believe?
In my dancing girl
She says she's gonna show the world
Don't I believe in her, don't I believe?
I've done the one night stands till I can't stand no more
Till I can't stand no more, until I can't stand no more
I've done the one night stands until I can't stands no more
Now I've got a rig out on the road
Driving rings around the load
I started out loving her from a devotional point of view
But you know it ain't dependable enough, no it ain't dependable enough
The pedestal's bound to come down and crumble in front of you
I'm checking out a better kind of love, checking out a better kind of love
She's my dancing girl
She wants to change my world
Don't I believe in her, don't I believe?
In my dancing girl
She says she's gonna show the world
Don't I believe in her, don't I believe?
I've done those one night stands until I can't stand no more
Till I can't stand no more, until I can't stand no more
I've done the one night stands until I can't stands no more
Now I've got a rig out on the road
Driving rings around the load
Looking back down the road I been travelling for so long
You know I seen a lot in my day, you know I seen a lot in my day
The twist and the turn in the journey make life such a beautiful song
I wouldn't have it any other way, wouldn't have it any other way
She's my dancing girl
She wants to change my world
Don't I believe in her, don't I believe?
In my dancing girl
She says she's gonna show the world
Don't I believe in her, don't I believe?
I believe it
I GREW OLD BY YOUR SIDE
I grew old by your side
In the moment when I met you I could see it and I knew
Things about our lives together, things I didn't dare tell you
I could see you couldn't see me in the way that I saw you
And I grew old in your eyes
As we talked I felt you running, saw the tracks made by your feet
In your eyes I saw the dust raised by your overland retreat
And I waited in the desert there till it was time to meet
And I grew old in disguise
By a river rocking wildly underneath a blanket sky
Searching for the constellation that could teach us how to fly
Were you looking back to see if I was still there by your side?
And I grew old by surprise
Now I dig into this old box full of photographs I see
An old image I had crumpled sometime back in '83
When I finally unfolded it I saw that it was me
And I grew old in my time
When you said I was the desert, your words fell like the rain
That held back so many centuries to finally come again
That's the day that you returned to me, the day that I explained
I grew old
I grew old by your side
BURNING EMBER
One morning I remembered who I truly am
Not thoughts, not feelings, not the body, not the man
The sound of HU brought me to this finer point of view
HU
The rounds of birth and death upon the earth remain
But not for those who chose to seek the higher planes
For those who sing the HU step out into the worlds beyond our view
HU
Sometimes when I think that I can't go on
Sometimes when I can't remember
When the winter months are growing on
I try to save a burning ember
Of sound
Everything is sound
And when God speaks its name
The rolling sound of HU
Friction of Earth and Spirit names its child as HU
All life begins to sing the name of God in everything
HU
EVENTUALLY
Well I been told, but I understand
That this may not be true
That when Michelangelo saw a block of stone
He said, "I see David inside of you"
So he chips and he chisels
(As it's told to me)
Till one day David just steps free
It's happened to you and it'll happen to me
Eventually, we all step free, eventually
The sculptor stands with his tools in hand
His gaze set firm and true
And though he looks at me like I'm already free
He cuts so deep like I knew he would do
And as he chips and he chisels
I can truly claim
The love and the pain were one and the same
And that's when he called me by my true name
And it feels like losing
But all we can lose is all we can't use
They say things got hot
For the wife of Lot
Though this may not be true
That when she turned to say goodbye she solidified
Into a block of salt like me and you
Well the end of her story wasn't written down
But her whole situation got turned around
Because all stone pillars must all fall down
Eventually, we all stand free
And it feels like we're losing
But all we can lose is all we can't use
Now you come to me
Saying, "it's dark in here"
Well this may not be true
'Cause all I see is harmony
And a burst of color coming out of you
So I'll chip and I'll chisel because I believe
In you, and someday just maybe
You'll step from the shadows and you'll stand with me
Eventually
Come stand with me, eventually
EVERYTHING SOUNDS BETTER IN FRENCH
In this country there's a patriotic crowd
Who want to make it "English only" allowed (you heard about it)
No Spanish, not even a mention
And getting rid of all the French and in the future
In case there's an occasion
Eliminating everything from the Asian languages
And while we're at it with such determination
Drop all those words from all the German nations
So much of English
Would be extinguished
And do you realize
How English would sound if domesticized
No more fondue, no more flambé
No Champagne or Perrier
No moo goo gai pan, chow mein or flan
No smorgasbord or filet mignon
But think of what this means to those of us
Traveling by plane, boat, train or bus
No more "bon voyage" is to be said
Only "good trip" is permitted instead
And goodbye is goodbye - that's all we'll allow
No more adios, au revoir or caio
No "Hasta la vista" will we say
Americans must speak the American way
No cappuccino, no cafe au lait
No crème caramel or crème brule
No more latkes, no more knish
No more lox or gefilte fish
No antipasto or entree
Americans must eat the American way
And all of the films with foreign names
Will have to undergo a similar change
"Play it again Sam," Bogart will grouse
In "Casa Blanca" which you must call "White House"
And "La Cage Au Folle," "The Bird Cage" must be
Oh they already did that - pardon me
And forget about "Moulin Rouge" - that's dead
You'll have to say "The Red Windmill" instead
No Kung Fu and no Tai Chi
No sombrero, no Mariachi
No Sushi, sashimi, wasabi
No wigwam, tipi or kemosabe
No origami or feng shui
Americans must live the American way
Now what if all the maps they print and sell
Would have to be Anglicized as well
Think of all the changes throughout the South
Like Boca Raton would become Rat's Mouth
And all of the Cajuns would really feel sick
When Baton Rouge has become Red Stick - And in Texas-
Body of Christ we'll see, on the map, instead of Corpus Christi
No more burritos or enchiladas
No chile con carne or tostadas
No Ramadan, Chanukah or Kwanzaa
In fact, I retract that whole last stanza
All we'll have left is April Fools Day
If we celebrate the American way
Now all of this will hit us like a flood
Instead of Sangria we'd have to drink blood
The Nouveau Riche will be "the new wealth"
And instead of "Gesundheit" always shout "health"
All the Latin Bands will play music called "Sauce"
Your head Honcho would just be your "Boss"
And forget all of that French you were taught
Even if it has that certain... I don't know what
To every kind of pasta we'll say "buh bye"
In fact, every dish that ends with an "i"
Even Hannibal Lechter's meals will be scanty
Keep the fava beans, lose the Chianti
And Mardi Gras is just a fat Tuesday
When we celebrate the American way
But finally when two thirds of our nation
Are dying from mono-linguistic starvation
They will take the situation in hand
All the way to the highest court in the land
And with a split down four to five
Once again they'll shock everybody's lives
When the Supreme Court rules from the bench:
Everything sounds better in French
Ha ha!
I mean haw haw!
What a tour de force it will be
Here in zee land of zee free
Ooh la la
SPREAD A LITTLE LOVE AROUND
My life has given me the opportunity to spread a little love around
Spread a little love around
A golden chance to start to open up my heart and spread a little love around
Spread a little love around
True love belongs to no religion
No law can repeal
It seeps in the cracks of a broken heart
And there begins to heal
And the only thing about love is:
The more you get, the more you've got to give
My life has given me the opportunity to spread a little love around
Spread a little love around
A golden chance to start to open up my heart and spread a little love around
Spread a little love around
True love begins in the center of your heart
Like a slowly spreading fire
Consuming all within its path
To lift you higher and higher
No matter who you were before
The power of love will build you more and more
My life has given me the opportunity to spread a little love around
Spread a little love around
A golden chance to start to open up my heart and spread a little love around
Spread a little love around
Give a little love, ya gotta give a little love
My life has given me the opportunity to spread a little love around
Spread a little love around
A golden chance to start to open up my heart and spread a little love around
Spread a little love around
THE END OF THE WORLD
The end of the world is a friend to me
It's not anything like I feared it would be
It's all gold and blue
It's like loving you
It's where the world we once knew meets the Indian Ocean
Where the land and the water and the wind is in motion
And it sweeps your heart
Though you're miles apart
And ooo the wonder
The blue blue wonder
Almost anybody'd want to be
Gazing out into the Southern Sea
Where the finite meets infinity
A peninsula calls from that hemisphere
Saying, "Since you've been gone..." and "At last you've come here"
And it calls you by name
Like a heart refrain
There's a place on Earth at the end of its rope
That's where the very first sailors called their very good hope
Between the Southern Pole
And your very Soul
And ooo the wonder
The blue blue wonder
It's not like everybody gets to be
Staring out into the Southern Sea
Where the finite meets infinity
It's the end of the world
Not the end of the world
But the end of the world
You're at the end of the world...
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