Lucy Without Clothes In myDiary


Running
down around
the towns along
the shore
when I was sixteen and
On my own: No, I couln't tell you what the hell
those brakes were for
I was just trying to hear my song ...
Pages turning: pages we were years from learning
Straight into the night our hearts were flung
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of Heaven where I'm from
All the world was shining from those hills:
the stars above and the lights below
among those there to test their fortunes and their wills
I lost track of the score long ago

Childhood comes for me at night:
voices of my friends
Your face bathing me in light:
hope that never ends
Pages turning: pages torn and pages burning
Faded pages, open in the sun
Better bring your own redemption
when you come
To the barricades of Heaven where I'm from

Gather your deeds and your possessions
Whatever certainty you've known
Forget your heroes
You don't really need those lasting lessons

Stand in the open:
The next voice you hear will be your own

But, alright, they knew how they could hurt you
And you let them cut you to the bone
But G*D forbid
You allow them to rid you of your virtue!

Forget their laughter:
The next voice you hear will be your own

Throw down your truth and check your weapons
Don't look to see if you're alone
Just stand your ground
And don't turn around - whatever happens
Don't ask directions
The next voice you hear will be your own

All good things got to come to an end
The thrills have to fade before they come 'round again
The bills will be paid and the pleasure will mend
All good things have to come to an end

God I wish I was home laying 'round with my friends
The call of the wild
Caution thrown to the wind
The fall of the child
Where the longing begins
All good things ...

Like a river flows rolling 'till it ends in the sea
Our pleasure grows rolling 'till it ends in you and me
Now as the darkness gathers into the sky and legions of might go
Thundering by: regions of light grow dim and then die
And we with our wings wait for morning to fly
Here where the angels have appeared and are gone
Your face like an ember glows in the dawn but I want you to remember
All wild deeds live on:
All good times
All good friends ...

To love and get away before the walls have arisen you've got to be free
But to go on attempting to break into the prison you'd have to be me
I wait for the sun to rise over the mountain: I wait for your touch
I wait for your angels to carry me home but I wait too much
I have no problem telling right from wrong
Fiction from what's true
No problem telling the dream from the dawn
My problem is you
Waiting here for you ...

I wanted to live in the realm of the senses
You've got to know how
And for some kinds of pleasure there are no defenses
I know that now
Our love is a crackling ladder of lightning
Our love is a fire
Our love is a wave moving deep in an ocean of need and desire
I have no problem with this crooked world
I play the cards I drew
No problem with the changes life has hurled:
My problem is you

I need your wonder and I need your light
I need your tender touch to heal the night
I need your laughing and I need you free and
I need to lock you away deep inside of me

I have no problem telling right from wrong the way some people do
I know exactly where these arms belong:
My problem is you
Still waiting here for you ...

It's OK when I've got enough to do
But when the Machine f*cks you
It's hard to get thru!

I'm Alive: Jackson Browne: The Next Voice You'll Hear ...



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