| VOL. 2 No. 6 |
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Fall 2011 |
THE STAR OF BANNACK
Under the lamplight's flickering gleam
in the dust of the dancehall floor
the beautiful star of Bannack lies
never to shine no more
Her beauty that once was pure and sweet
as the sun in a yellow rose
now lies in the dust at the miner's feet
and the sweat that clings to their clothes
She had a sweetheart good and true
in the East which she left behind
when she came to the West as so many do
her fame and her fortune to find
Her fame she did find on the dancehall floor
where her beauty would turn men's heads
She was queen of the starts in the smoke choked sky
now the beautiful star is dead
Her's was a heart that knew not it's own thorns
a flower so wild and fair
she trusted her friends and did never dream
a bullet would find her there
a bullet would find her there
Now many an eye with tears is wet
and many a laugh is still
for the beautiful star of Bannack lies
in a grave on the lonely hill
CONSEQUENCE
Every word that comes out of my mouth
seems so damning right after it's said
and I wish I'd a heart that could sing you a song
that said nothing at all and left nobody dead
left nobody dead
And every time that I part my lips
I watch the bodies fall out of my mouth
and every sentiment I deem sincere
spends such a short time in the air
before it turns south
before it turns south
But I wish, my love, I could sing to you
yeah I wish more than anything to bring to you
all the pieces of my heart
all the pieces of my heart
all the pieces of my heart
without a single word
If I sing here without substance
if I sing without my weight
there is nobody here that I can destroy
and no idol that I can desecrate
With words that I mean
I say so much more
than I ever intend
I will break down the door
to your heart and your mind I will leave you behind
in a trail of despair that I've woven from air
But I wish, my love, I could sing to you
yeah I wish more than anything to bring to you
all the pieces of my heart
all the pieces of my heart
all the pieces of my heart
without a single word
and I hope that maybe just this once
I might sing without the consequence
of my words after they're born
of my words after they're born
of my words after they're born
from my head
L'AMOUR FOU
When God was a boy
and everything was boring
he never dreamed that his love would get so big
but it leapt out of his heart like a dancer
before the moon had time to wink
Now it spreads across the world like a cancer
it's crawling up the walls
and his love has the chances of a blind man
spinning on a high-wire with his fingers in his ears
But as long as the moon
is just a powdered balloon
I'll be a fool in the name of music
and we can party in the name of love
Welcome to my love it's a rose growing out of a radio
a finger pressing down on the buttons of your feelings
part God part animal a run in the fabric of a man
my hand closing slowly round your fingers
and my love is a garden that we've all been banished from a long time ago
and my love has the chances of a blind man
spinning on a high-wire with his fingers in his ears
But as long as the moon
is just a powdered balloon
I'll be a fool in the name of music
and we can party in the name of love
I'm a drug I'm a medicine take me if you dare
buy the ticket, take the ride
but don't blame me if the roller-coaster crumbles while we're spinning in the air
oh my love is a freedom fighter living in my skin
rising up against the state of my mind
and my love has the chances of a blind man
spinning on a high-wire with his fingers in his ears
But as long as the moon
is just a powdered balloon
I'll be a fool in the name of music
and we can party in the name of love
I'll be a fool in the name of music
and we can party in the name of love