Dust In The Storm

Take a look at the stars for a moment If you have a moment to spare I know life is short and it’s so hard to squeeze in A moment somewhere You might be the one at the window Or the soul in the desert wide-eyed Believe me you’re not all alone Or the first to be beautifully mystified. Lend an ear to the sound of the ocean If you want to hear more than the sea Stay, there’s nothing to fear At the door to eternity And draw back the curtain forever Take a ride on a hand full of dust If you still think the good book's the answer Go back to bed with that book if you must But please let me find my own way, My own way to sleep I’m helpless, I’m helpless, so helpless Sometimes that I weep Please let me find my own way, My own way to cry I know we’re the dust in the storm But I think I’ll get by I can still see the new rose aglow And the dandelion ball in the grass Tonight it might leave on the wind But I’ve got no problem with that Tomorrow we’ll find a survivor And blow the clock, one o’clock, two o’clock, three, Pray that my children remember The hours that we spent smiling carefree. I know I’m preaching and not really Practicing that which I preach But I’m weary of certainties knowing Tomorrow’s not easy to reach I saw the great fire in the distance Saw the great lie turn to dust If you still think the good book’s the answer Go back to bed with that book if you must. But please let me find my own way My own way to sleep I'm helpless, I'm helpless, so helpless Sometimes that I weep Please let me find my own way, My own way to cry I know we're the dust in the storm But I think I'll get by Mick Hanly

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Good Song Lines My brain gets tired some times, ragged and worn. I have to surrender to be born. (Luka Bloom; Sanas)

Strange Boat

We're sailing in a strange boat Heading for a strange shore We're sailing in a strange boat Heading for a strange shore Carrying the strangest cargo that was ever hold aboard We're sailing on a strange sea Blown by a strange wind We're sailing on a strange sea Blown by a strange wind Carrying the strangest crew that's ever seen We're riding in a strange car We're following a strange star We're climbing on the strangest ladder that was ever there to climb We're living in a strange time Working for a strange goal We're living in a strange time We're working for a strange goal We're turning flesh and body into soul Mike Scott/The Waterboys

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