Coming a long way from anywhere

Anywhere Like Heaven
James Taylor

When I walk along your city streets
And look into your eyes
When I see that simple sadness
That upon your features lies
If my spirit starts to sink
It comes as no surprise
It's been a long way from anywhere
Like Heaven to your town, this town
There's a pasture in the countryside
I used to call my own
There's a natural pillow for my head
The grass there's overgrown
I think of that place from time to time
When I want to be alone
It's been a long way from anywhere
Like Heaven to your town, this town
Now, people live from day to day
But they do not count the time
They don't see the days slipping by
And neither do I
Now, people live from day to day
But they do not count the time (you know)
They don't see their days slipping by
And neither do I
When I walk along your city streets
And look into your eyes
When I see that simple sadness
That across your features lies (I see lies)
If my spirit starts to sink
It comes as no surprise
I've come a long way from anywhere
Like Heaven to this town, your town

Forever lyrics, forever sound from Blood, Sweat & Tears

Morning Glory, by Blood, Sweat & Tears
(L. Beckett, T. Buckley)

I lit my purest candle
close to my window
hoping it would catch the eye
of any vagabond who passed it by
and I waited in my fleeting house

Before he came I felt him drawing near
Passing nearI felt the ancient fear
that he had come to my door and jeered
and I waited in my fleeting house

Tell me stories,
I called to the hobo Stories of Cold,
I smiled to the hobo Stories of old,
I knelt to the hobo
and he stood before me in my fleeting house.

No, said the hobo
no more tales of time
don't ask me now to wash away the grime
I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb
and he walked away from my fleeting house

Then you be damned
I screamed to the hobo
Leave me alone,
I wept to the hobo
Turn into stone, I knelt to the hobo
and he walked away from my fleeting house

I lit my purest candle
Close to my window
hoping it would catch the eye
of any vagabond who passed it by
and I waited in my fleeting house

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Blood Colors (For the Boat People)

Patterned
speckled
courtyard light
filters
through mint green leaves
and sable, tangled branches
within my weather-worn walls.
I am hidden
protected
as the violence of mankind
smashes lives
in glittering sunsets
of blood colors
sad
drawn
real souls
are washed into
the salty, sapphire
death dimension
and lives
stretch
into non-definition.

One More Today for Jim - The Soft Parade

The Soft Parade - The Doors, Lyrics by Jim Morrison

When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your neighbor till
His wife gets home
CatacombsNursery bones
Winter women Growing stones
(Carrying babies to the river)
Streets and shoes,
Avenues
Leather riders selling news
(The monk bought lunch)
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
(Everything must be this wayEverything must be this way)
The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah
Deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads about their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night
Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild equator
We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through
Calling on the dogs
Calling on the dogs
Calling on the dogs
Calling on the dogs
Calling in the dogs
Calling all the dogs
Calling on the gods
Meet me at the crossroads
Meet me at the edge of town
Outskirts of the city
Just you and I
And the evening sky
You'd better come alone
You'd better bring your gun
We're gonna have some fun
When all else fails
We can whip the horses' eyes
And make them sleep
And cry....

The Doors - Send Me Back, Babe

When the music's over - The Doors, Lyrics by Jim Morrison

Yeah, c'mon
When the music's over
When the music's over here
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
When the music's over
When the music's over
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I got some friends inside
The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won't drop
A feast of friends alive she cried
Waiting for me outside
Before I sink into the big sleep
I want to hearI want to hear
The scream of the butterfly
Come back, baby
Back into my arms
We're getting tired of hangin' around
Waitin' around
With our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound
Very near
Yet very far
Very soft
Yet very clear
Come today
Come today
What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered
And ripped her
And bit her
Stuck her with knives
In the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences
And dragged her down
I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground—
We want the world and we want it,
We want the world and we want it, now
Now? Now!
Persian night! babe
See the light! babe
Save us!Jesus!
Save us!
So when the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the light
Turn out the light
For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
So when the music's overWhen the music's over, yeahWhen the music's overTurn out the lightTurn out the light

Steve Miller Says

All the things
you think and do
have become a part of you
all your deeds have
come to pass
nothing lasts
like a river flowing
past your window pane
nothing's the same
it's very easy to tell
when you're sick and when
you're well
the secret to this life
is so very easy to learn
if you ever love another
never ask for anything
in return.

Steve Miller
Rock Musician

Impeccable Illusions

Stepping
dancing
darts
in the shadows
of street lights
stepping
dancing
pacing
piano notes
into
shots of Smirnoff
and another night
stretched into
the melancholy
cobalt
starless night
inking lonliness
and yesterday's sorrows
into
impeccable illusions
in the periphery
of my thoughts
that perfect
powder blue
earth tone's brown
tincture
for dreams' conspiracies
night chaotic
a savant song
deadening into sleep
the pain,
again.

Camus: depths of long days of brooding

From the writing of existentialist Albert Camus:

"And then it dawned on him that he and the man with him weren't talking about he same thing. For while he himself spoke from the depths of long days of brooding upon his personal distress and the image he had tried to impart had been slowly shaped and proved by the fires of passion and regret, this meant nothing to the man to whom he was speaking."

and from "The Absurd Man"

"'My field,' said Goethe, 'is time.' That is indeed the absurd speech. What, in fact, is the Absurd Man? He who, without negating it, does nothing for the eternal. Not that nostalgia is foreign to him. But he prefers his courage and his reasoning. The first teaches him to live without appeal and to get along with what he has; the second informs him of his limits. Assured of his temporally limited freedom, of his revolt devoid of future, and of his mortal consciousness, he lives out his adventure within the span of his lifetime."