Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day’s useless energy spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
Be it sight, sound, the smell, the touch.
There’s something,
Inside that we need so much,
The sight of a touch, or the scent of a sound,
Or the strength of an oak with roots deep in the ground.
The wonder of flowers, to be covered, and then to burst up,
Through tarmack, to the sun again,
Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing,
To lie in the meadow and hear the grass sing,
To have all these things in our memory’s hoard,
And to use them,
To help us,
To find…!
The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot’s stone
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
A fight, a bet the flange of a bow
The bed of the well, the end of the line
The dismay in the face, it’s a loss, it’s a find
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, a drop, the end of the tale
My blood my heart
My soul my hands my feet
My hair and eyes
My head my lips and teeth
My arms my legs
My cock my choice and life
My lungs my mind till the day I die
Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
God is on the cell phone
God is on the net
God is in the warning
God is in the threat
God is freedom
God is truth
God is power
God is proof
God is fashion
God is fame
God gives meaning
God gives pain
Jesus is just alright with me
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright with me
Jesus is just alright
I don’t care what they may say
I don’t care what they may do
I don’t care what they may say
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Hark, the herald angels sing.
Jesus, the light of the world.
Glory to the new-born King.
Jesus, the light of the world.
Seeing out the angel
From the shadow of a day
That stands alone and crying young
Singing fascination
For the twist in anxious days
That stand alone and crying young
Seeing out the angel
From the restive pools of life
That stand alone and crying young
Undercover angel, midnight fantasy
I’ve never had a dream that made sweet love to me
Undercover angel, answer to my prayer
You made me know that there’s a love for me
I found out she’s an angel
I don’t think she knows I know
I’m worried that something might happen to me
If anyone ever finds out
I walk into an empty room
And suddenly my heart goes boom
It’s an orchestra of angels
And they’re playing with my heart
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold, angel is the centerfold
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
Angel is the centerfold
The end . . .
Is just a little harder when brought about by friends
For all you care this wine could be my blood
For all you care this bread could be my body
The end!
This is my blood you drink
This is my body you eat
If you would remember me when you eat and drink . .
Here, taste my flesh
My bloody humanness
I am no phantom guest
No skinless martyr
So taste and feel
There’s nothing to conceal
You always knew the deal was sacrifice
Stand up, be strong
When all you’ve got is gone
I left the light turned on in paradise
Though it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Though it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night
Paradise by the dashboard light
You got to do what you can
And let Mother Nature do the rest
Ain’t no doubt about it
We were doubly blessed
'Cause we were barely seventeen
And we were barely dressed.
Born a poor young country boy, Mother Nature’s son
All day long I’m sitting singing songs for everyone
Sit beside a mountain stream, see her waters rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies
I’ve been alive forever
And I wrote the very first song
I put the words and the melodies together
I am music and I write the songs
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
This night these memories lost and found
Are taking over me
I could see your picture and hear the sound
Of the song you sung to me
You gotta feel and take every chance
You did the right thing
Drove a thousand miles away