The "In The World" (6 New Songs), 2005
Marriage recordS
Bad World
Who Makes the Truth?
The “In The World”
I Forgot Your Name (Sorry)
Change the World
I Am Yours
Bad World
I’m sure your heart is still pure
You’ve locked it up so well
And I know your heart is golden
Just like everybody else
But I still don’t aim to please you,
I don’t aim to help you forget
Your children are so afraid
They remind me of starving cats
They think they needed the things you saved
And now their long hairy legs can’t walk away
Who Makes the Truth?
Who makes the truth?
Who paints the moon?
Who’s name is the all knower?
The sun’s brother?
The echoer?
The godmother?
I know who makes the truth,
Who paints the moon,
Who’s name is written on the stars feet
My new friend who’s teeth are breaking,
Who bites on the rocks of secrets while he talks
The lamp holder, making impossible from nowhere
And who will ask me: “Oh, what’s the matter?”
Who cares?
The “In The World”
Because the world is holding me,
Up to the dawn, I raise myself
Through the long dark night, I’ve been waiting for it to come
And now I know songs, in milk of clouds, in laying there, morning down,
And hear a song in sleep
Because the world is holding me,
I can let go of everything
I Forgot Your Name (Sorry)
As I lived in the world, I forgot your names
So set in my way of moving
That I forgot why, who, how, and what, and when, and why I was doing
In my locked up mind, no locked up life
My darkened heart fed on the night
Looking into the past, each moment’s boundless
But now is the time to hold the vast as aimlessly as I do my work
And nurse the babes my little days
Change the World
Change will come, it always does
But why should we give up our love for the romance of guilt and lust?
Change will come, no matter what
There’s not much we can do, not much
And how can we claim to make progress, when it makes us just as much?
The way is hard and long and steep
Through all the lives, with no time to grieve,
Each moment goes away all day and then the day is, too, taken
And the way is long and hard for you and me,
Hating ourselves and everything
The small city where I grew up was better with the vacant lots,
Though filled with trash and broken glass
I don’t mind the cuts, just the middle class
But their new houses will turn to dust
Oh, change will come, it always does
I love to watch, it’s wonderful
The children grow and watch it go
I Am Yours
Your song is the sky,
Mine are passing clouds
Your song is the wind,
Mine are dandelions
Your songs are the crowds,
My song is a mouse
Your song is the ground,
Mine hibiscus flowers
Your song is true,
Mine I offer to you
Who Makes the Truth?
The “In The World”
I Forgot Your Name (Sorry)
Change the World
I Am Yours
Bad World
I’m sure your heart is still pure
You’ve locked it up so well
And I know your heart is golden
Just like everybody else
But I still don’t aim to please you,
I don’t aim to help you forget
Your children are so afraid
They remind me of starving cats
They think they needed the things you saved
And now their long hairy legs can’t walk away
Who Makes the Truth?
Who makes the truth?
Who paints the moon?
Who’s name is the all knower?
The sun’s brother?
The echoer?
The godmother?
I know who makes the truth,
Who paints the moon,
Who’s name is written on the stars feet
My new friend who’s teeth are breaking,
Who bites on the rocks of secrets while he talks
The lamp holder, making impossible from nowhere
And who will ask me: “Oh, what’s the matter?”
Who cares?
The “In The World”
Because the world is holding me,
Up to the dawn, I raise myself
Through the long dark night, I’ve been waiting for it to come
And now I know songs, in milk of clouds, in laying there, morning down,
And hear a song in sleep
Because the world is holding me,
I can let go of everything
I Forgot Your Name (Sorry)
As I lived in the world, I forgot your names
So set in my way of moving
That I forgot why, who, how, and what, and when, and why I was doing
In my locked up mind, no locked up life
My darkened heart fed on the night
Looking into the past, each moment’s boundless
But now is the time to hold the vast as aimlessly as I do my work
And nurse the babes my little days
Change the World
Change will come, it always does
But why should we give up our love for the romance of guilt and lust?
Change will come, no matter what
There’s not much we can do, not much
And how can we claim to make progress, when it makes us just as much?
The way is hard and long and steep
Through all the lives, with no time to grieve,
Each moment goes away all day and then the day is, too, taken
And the way is long and hard for you and me,
Hating ourselves and everything
The small city where I grew up was better with the vacant lots,
Though filled with trash and broken glass
I don’t mind the cuts, just the middle class
But their new houses will turn to dust
Oh, change will come, it always does
I love to watch, it’s wonderful
The children grow and watch it go
I Am Yours
Your song is the sky,
Mine are passing clouds
Your song is the wind,
Mine are dandelions
Your songs are the crowds,
My song is a mouse
Your song is the ground,
Mine hibiscus flowers
Your song is true,
Mine I offer to you