Too Late To Be A Lady (Song Lyrics)
Love Is Everything (Song Lyrics)
The Keeper Of The Flame (Song Lyrics)
Cicada,
old friend.
Is it that time?
The time of
leaving behind the shell
of who you were,
and emerging for a moment
to live so intensely
that you cannot last
beyond the ecstasy?
Is it that time of
giving birth
and dying?
The time of filling the world
with your voice,
your way of
disappearing into nothing?
The time of dissolving yourself
with your song,
becoming what you give
until you are
all gone?
Soon
the world
will be quiet again,
this mad quest for attention
will be over,
this desperate struggle
to leave a mark,
to make your presence
count.
Soon, the world will be quiet again.
But for now
the sound of your dying and living
is everywhere,
like a beautiful flower
of noise
blossoming on the terrible tree of silence.
Old friend,
I have died at the end
of many summers
listening to you;
your raucous, desperate sound
brings the pain of things lost to me,
an awful feeling of emptiness
and loneliness,
but also tears
of happiness for
knowing what life could be,
if only
for a moment
that cannot last.
The most beautiful
hate themselves the most.
The greatest doubt
themselves the most.
The most talented
struggle to arrive at
everyone else’s starting point.
For years
the wild horse believed he was a cripple,
until suddenly
one day,
almost by accident,
he began to run
faster than the lies
that held him back.
For years,
the moon thought she was dark,
until one night
she saw eyes of love
looking up at her,
and realized she was a light.
Don’t give up.
Don’t become
what they do not fear.
Don’t let yourself become
what they "need",
if they don’t know what it’s all about,
to begin with.
Somehow, it seems all the torture
is only like some great cosmic force at work,
busy constructing a wormhole
on the dark and rainy nights
of your life,
that will one day allow you to
bypass all the linear time lost
in struggling not
to be swallowed up
by your own force.
And somehow,
you will pass from one edge of the universe
to another
in just a single moment of awakening
that will make all
the getting there
worthwhile.
For you were never behind the others,
you were only making a path
through another dimension;
and every one of your defeats
was a source of power,
needed to open the door.
Always remember, whenever
you think of lost years,
how the flower
blossoms only for a
moment.
Most of its life is
spent underground,
waiting to be born.
And yet, that single moment
of blossoming is its
purpose.
You did not need to be a flower
all those years,
the one day that's coming
will be enough!
Forget all the time it has taken,
and keep moving towards that single day!
Most lives blossom only in
the world,
but to God,
they are buds
that never opened.
Blossom here
AND there!
Keep on moving
towards your day!
Nothing is lost.
It’s just the way of
getting there.
What the hell’s wrong with you women?
Why do you all look so good?
Too many,
every size and shape
and color face,
you drive me mad
like a bee that cannot get
to every flower.
I want you all!
Is that Nature’s way of
making sure
whoever I get
will be just fine?
I guess only one beauty
on the planet
would never do.
But how problematic,
Nature’s kindness!
What a torment,
this generosity!
For me,
every one of you is like Lady Godiva
riding naked on her horse.
When I see you,
I feel like
running up into the tower of the church,
and ringing its bell
over and over again.
I feel like writing the world’s greatest poem,
or killing the world’s
most frightening dragon.
In some ways it’s good,
I’m like the arms of a windmill
turned and turned
by this
unending wind of beauty,
propelled by your energy
to do a thousand incredible things.
And yet, each one of my accomplishments
is dripping with the blood of
not having you.
Of course, I know you’re too
much for me.
I would drown if I ever tried to swim
in a sea of so much beauty,
the only safety
is here on the shore
looking out at the waves
that can never be possessed.
But still,
the desire to taste
every drop of water
in the ocean
remains.
And every day
my common sense and my kindness,
not wanting to hurt another,
are tested to the limit.
I feel a part of myself
escaping,
and must try to hold it back.
"No, don’t go to her," I plead with myself,
"go to this poem instead."
And I seize up her beauty,
like Helen of Troy,
and run off with it
into another act of creation,
a poem or a song or even a political concept,
using her, and the reward she could (but will never) be,
to change a little piece
of the world.
All the nakedness and kissing I lose in this way,
gives me the power
to transmute lead
into gold.
My longing and denial
is a form of alchemy,
though I would so much rather be swallowed up
by the intimacy of her body
and hear her whisper my name
in that secret voice
never shared with the world,
the voice Eve saves for Adam,
than be the owner of so much
of the gold of loneliness.
God help me,
why did you have to make them be so beautiful!?
Why did you have to make me
want them all?!
Do my poems,
wounded with impossibility,
really mean that much?
I said I’d take you to
that restaurant when I
finally succeeded.
Years passed.
Now you’re gone
and even the restaurant’s gone.
And I’m still struggling,
closer to nothing
except my death.
Whenever I pass by the
building in which the
restaurant used to be,
its empty windows, without the
menu,
bring a terrible pain
into my heart.
And I wonder:
can anything I plan to do,
anything I plan to be,
be worth this?
Don’t look for him,
he’s gone now,
he went to the poem planet
to find a word
to take to the love planet
to meet his muse,
he won’t be back
until someone breaks his door down.
Strange,
how he never needs to wear
a spacesuit
except on his own planet.
Too Late To Be A Lady (Song Lyrics)
(Spoken) Once upon a time
a knight came knocking upon a lady’s door.
But she told him
she wasn’t a lady any more.
(Spoken) Thanks, she said, for thinking of me
and coming, my dear knight.
But I can’t be with you right now,
let me tell you why:
In the castle tower I waited, bound in chains
for a knight to rescue me like in the olden days
But years of hope and years of dreams just passed away
And the knight I was waiting for never came
So I had to take matters into my own hands
I had to do it all myself, can’t you understand?
You have to survive, sometimes, any way you can
I used what I had, and became who I am
And it’s too late to be a lady
too late to be a lady
it’s too late
to be your girl
Too late to be a lady
too late to be a lady
I did what I had to
to make it in the world
It’s too late to be a lady
too late to be a lady
too late
to be your queen
It’s too late to be a lady
too late to be a lady
too late
for you and me
I used to dream of going to a wedding dressed in white
something like the author of a fairy tale writes
Then to go home to a palace with a loyal, loving knight
If you’d only come earlier, I coulda been your wife
But that fantasy of wedding bells, for a prince and a princess,
is gone now like a puff of smoke, just like that wedding dress
A wild cat and tramp, tattooed and pierced is who is left
the street girl who did it on her own when no one came for the princess
And it’s too late to be a lady
too late to be a lady
too late
to be your girl
Too late to be a lady
too late to be a lady
I did what I had to
to make it in the world
It’s too late to be a lady
too late to be a lady
too late
to be your queen
It’s too late to be a lady
too late to be a lady
too late
for you and me
And my only weapon was what they wanted
And my only chance was to be their dream
I left behind who I coulda been
To be the only thing that they could see
And it’s too late to be a lady
too late to be a lady
too late
to be your girl
Too late to be lady
too late to be a lady
I did what I had to
to make it in the world
It’s too late to be a lady
too late to be a lady
too late
to be your queen
It’s too late to be a lady
too late to be a lady
too late
for you and me
When a man stepped on the moon
He stole it from the poets
The mystery is killed
the moment that you know it
And though the loneliness hurts so bad,
the pain of this solitude
My greatness comes
from not having you
Like the darkness makes the torch
Like the ocean makes the ship
So the beauty of wanting something
comes from not having it
As Helen launched a thousand ships
just by being gone
So Maud Gonne’s "No"
was what gave William Yeats his songs
And though I miss you and feel
like my life has gone away
I never would have been anything
if you’d said "Yes", and stayed
No, having something so beautiful
instead of longing for or missing it
Suffocates the flame of greatness
that burns when you don’t have it
Yes, having something in your hands
and I know it makes no sense
Takes away all the power
that comes from its absence
And though I miss you and feel
like my life has gone away
I never would have been anything
if you’d said "Yes" and stayed
When a man stepped on the moon
he stole it from the poets
The mystery is killed
the moment that you know it
And though the loneliness hurts so bad
the pain of this solitude
My greatness comes
from not having you
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
I went
to the job interview
You said
What can you do?
I told you
Whatever you want me to
You said
Don’t call us
we’ll call you
So all week long
I waited for news
until
my rent came due
And that’s when
that’s when I knew
that I’m not
good enough for you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Well, I went out
past the edge of the blues
Baby, that’s when
I thought I found you
You had a heart-shaped
tattoo
And beautiful eyes
that seemed to have room
That night we ran
away to the moon
But next day your
smile was in ruins
And that’s when
that’s when I knew
that I’m not
good enough for you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
So demanding, like the Normandy landing
everyone’s looking for an easy fit
and opens fire on anything
that’s different
So very picky, spider web sticky
everyone thinks they’re God On High
they make you into their image
or leave you to die
And I’m -
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Not good enough
Not good enough
Not good enough
For you!
Love Is Everything (Song Lyrics)
Love, love
is everything
What’s not love
is nothing
Love, love
is all there is
There’s only love,
that’s it
Love is why the soldier fights
Love is why the poet writes
Love is why the sun gives light
Love’s what the moon looks for all night
Hate is love that lost its way
Greed is love that went astray
Pain is love that got away
Death is love that came too late
Love, love
is everything
What’s not love
is nothing
Love, love
is all there is
There’s only love,
that’s it
Love is why some people pray
Love is why the faithful stay
Love’s why wild horses run away
Love’s why tomorrow wants to come today
War is only love denied
Or sometimes love put above life
Peace is made because love cries
When love comes to the dark with light
Love, love
is everything
What’s not love
is nothing
Love, love
is all there is
There’s only love,
that’s it
Love is why the dancer shakes
Love is why the watcher breaks
Love’s why one man robs and takes
Love’s why another gives everything away
Cruelty is love that bled
Silence is the hole love left
Or else love’s greatness, that can’t be expressed
And when love runs out, that’s called death
Love, love
is everything
What’s not love
is nothing
Love, love
is all there is
There’s only love,
that’s it
The Keeper Of The Flame (Song Lyrics)
The keeper of the flame
will never have a name
it doesn’t matter
it’s enough he came this way
The keeper of the flame
has just one more thing to do
before he’s gone
to pass his light to you
He took
what no one else would take
the abandonment
and the hate
The pain
of being out of place
The coldness
of your face
The wounds
ideals make
The price
dreams make you pay
To be forgotten
and put away
To keep the fire
of yesterday
burning in the darkness
of today
giving hope to
what’s on the way
And though it cost him
every chance that came his way
he wouldn’t have had it
any other way
Because that’s how much
it meant to him
To be the keeper of the flame
The keeper of the flame
will never have a name
it doesn’t matter
it’s enough he came this way
The keeper of the flame
has just one more thing to do
before he’s gone
to pass his light to you
Maybe you even saw him one day
Standing tall like a flag of the olden days
Did your expectations get in the way?
What did you think he’d do or say?
Just being there, that was his way
Of fulfilling his duty, of keeping the flame
Did your expectations get in the way?
What did you think he’d do or say?
The keeper of the flame
will never have a name
it doesn’t matter
it’s enough he came this way
The keeper of the flame
has just one more thing to do
before he’s gone
to pass his light to you