There are many friends to make
There are many friends to make
In an old peoples home
They sit waiting for you
Why should you be alone?
There are many friends to find
In an old peoples home
Knock and be let in
There are friends you’ve never known
Sit down in the middle
Of their common-room
Soon they’ll all start talking
– April, May and June
They’ll get so inquisitive
To find out who you are
They’ll tell all about themselves
How they’ve travelled far
You’ll have to drag yourself away
Drunk as if on wine
Promising to return soon
At some later time
There are so many friends to make
In an old peoples home
They all sit waiting for you
You will never be alone
I live in a world
I live in a world in love with the ancient gods
Mass industry did not bury them
World war was a cloak around their feet
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Let us discuss the mountain of the gods
And of how many hands reassemble its pixels in the clouds
And remember how once, looking from the plains
Ancient man trembled to see a mountain
Lashed by smoke and lightning
And of how a man with the eye of a needle
Was staked out before them
In ominous silence
The strength of people
The strength of people
The strength of each person
The strength of people that I learn about
The strength of people who stay strong
Those on the high seas of dark nights
Those on the calm waters strewn with flowers
Amazes me, moves me
Teaches me, gives me a home
I find a home in other people’s stories
I find a home in other people’s experiences
For us there is no other home
Except in sharing what we do
If stones have the names of people
If stones have the names of people
If people leave their names in stone
If stones are the hearts of the dead
Is the heart of death inside the stone?
That’s how past times were hardened
Against the sea, against the moon light
In hardship and in depression
The stones formed on the seashore
Blood and gold are in the heart of kings
Who hatched from stones with leathery wings
With jewels hanging around their necks
Their teeth as sharp as flint stone chips
Can you walk upon a stony beach?
Without the suspicion you stumble on bones
Where phantoms cry in salty air
For from these stones are the souls of dawn
Let them out, those creatures of the dark
Let them out, those creatures of the dark
Seize them, free them, expel them
For you don’t know who they are
Or why they’ve stayed so long
Or what stayed wrong or any of their names
Or understand their lies, those vultures of Hades
Every mistake you made or succumbed to or had tattooed on you
Shouldn’t live longer than a breath of air
Or every breath you take will sustain them
As unwelcome guests in your hair
And all your breath will be stolen
As you cry a tear, an outcast of the atmosphere
The fears that build a nest in you
Behind the draperies of your mind
Road blocking every incoming light
Becoming your babies in their wombs of night
Evict them you can live without them
Just breathe in a breath of freedom; they tell you lies, you do not need them.
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