[From the movie Anastasia…]
One step down this road.
I know someones waiting.
Years of dreams just can’t go wrong.
Arms will open wide.
I’ll be safe & wanted.
Finally home where I belong.
Yes, let this be a sign.
Let this road be mine.
Let it lead me to my past.
& Bring me home at last.
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home;
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
Which seek thro’ the world, is ne’er met elsewhere.
Home! Home!
Sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home
There’s no place like home!
Take me to your heart
Feel me in your bones
Just one more night
And I’m comin’ off this long & winding road
I’m on my way, I’m on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight, tonight
I’m on my way, I’m on my way
Home sweet home
Does it feel that you life’s become a catastrophe?
Oh, it has to be for you to grow, boy.
When you look through the years and see what you could
Have been oh, what might have been,
If you’d had more time.
So, when the day comes to settle down,
Who’s to blame if you’re not around?
You took the long way home
You took the long way home…
I was inside looking outside
Oh the millions of faces but still I’m alone
Waiting, hours of waiting
I could feel the tension, I was longing for home
I’m looking out for the two of us
And I hope we’ll be here when they’re through with us
I’m coming home
Monday, sad sad Monday
She’s waiting for me
But I’m a long, long way from home
Through the last town
Through the week
I kissed you once on a sunny street
I want to get to know you inside out now
I want to get to know you inside out now
I promise you all that I have soon
And there’s enough in the blues
This is a new day
This is the faith
I’ll be the founder
And you’ll be the way
Please
Say the right words
Or cry like the stone white clown
And stand forever
Lost forever in a happy crowd
No one lifts their hands
No one lifts their eyes
Justified with empty words
The party just gets better and better
I went away alone
With nothing left
But faith
[OK, old Cure songs…]
So they close together
Dressed in red and yellow
In a song forever
Sleeping children in their blue soft rooms
Still dream
Further we go
And older we grow
The more we know
The less we show
God made the mountains
God made the sky
God made the people
God knows why
He fixed up the planet
As best as He could
Then in come the people
And gum it up good
The first thing you know
Each little flow’r that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.
It’s a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say
It’s a beautiful world
It’s a beautiful world
It’s a beautiful world
For you
For you
For you
It’s not for me
The colors of the rainbow,
So pretty in the sky.
Are also on the faces,
Of people going by,
I see friends shaking hands.
Saying, “How do you do?”
They’re really saying,
“I love you”.
I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow,
They’ll learn much more,
Than I’ll ever know.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
Once he was a child with burning desires
With hopes and dreams of what was to come
So he’s lost some faith but still there are fires
Deep inside that he must drench to numb
If we could try to share some of his wounds just for a while
But we’re all just people passing by
Elixir of laughter seeps from the whim
Of a man distant from misery
Removed from treachery
Don’t tell me
Of skies remaining gray
Speak to me of children’s hands
Locked tightly in play
After the fire
Hearts sing higher
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'cause fire is the devil’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan’s spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of Judgment, God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh Lord yeah!
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You’re nearly a good laugh, almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel, you’re hot stuff with a hat pin,
And good fun with a handgun.
You’re nearly a laugh, you’re nearly a laugh,
But you’re really a cry.
Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel.
Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel.
In the underpass, the blind man stands.
With cold flute hands.
Symphony match-seller, breath out of time.
You can call me on another line.
Now from his pocket quick he flashes
The crayon on the wall he slashes
Deep upon the advertising
A single-worded poem comprised
Of four letters
And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding
The poem across the tracks rebounding
Shadowed by the exit light
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night
In a trance petrified to dance
You wait in the wings for your curtain call
On your marks come on, get set go
People defend your sovereignty
We had a deal, you were divine
We had a feel that was smoking
I’m not fooling around,
As the merry go round
Or convulse on the floor like a rabid
Scratch your name
The truest love is insane