Like a Hurricane

by Neil Young

Once I thought I saw you in a crowded, hazy bar
Dancing on the light from star to star
Far across the moonbeam: I know that's who you are
I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire

You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye
And I'm getting blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays
I want to love you, but I'm getting blown away

I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream
You could have been anyone to me
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip

To You, O Lord, I Fly

Anonymous
from The Psalter

To you, O Lord, I fly
And on your help depend;
You are my Lord and King Most High;
Great God, my soul defend.
A heritage for me
Jehovah will remain;
My portion rich and full is he,
My right he will maintain

The lot to me that fell
Is beautiful and fair;
The heritage in which I dwell
Is good beyond compare.
I praise the Lord above
Whose counsel guides aright;
My heart instructs me in his love
In seasons of the night.

I keep before me still
The Lord whom I have proved;
At my right hand he guards from ill,
And I shall not be moved.
Life's pathway you will show,
To your right hand will guide,
Where streams of pleasure ever flow,
And boundless joys abide.

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

by Bernie Taupin

And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just
Pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow
In New York City

Until you've seen
This trash-can dream come true
You stand at the edge
While people run you through
And I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say, 'Good morning,' to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't, and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light

This Broadway's got
It's got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes I might join in
I'll go my way alone
I grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown
In New York City

The subway's no way
For a good man to go down
Rich man can ride
And the hobo, he can drown
And I thank the Lord
For the people I have found

The Church

by Derek Webb

I have come with one purpose
To capture for myself a bride
By my life she is lovely
And by my death she's justified

I have always been her husband
Though many lovers she has known
So with water I will wash her
And by my word alone

So when you hear the sound of the water
You will know that you're not alone

'Cause I haven't come for only you
But for my people to pursue
And you cannot care for me
With no regard for her
If you love me you will love the church

I have long pursued her
As a harlot and a whore
But she will feast upon me
She will drink and thirst no more

So when you taste my flesh and my blood
You will know that you're not alone

There is none that can replace her
There are many who will try
And though some may be her bridesmaids
They can never be my bride

'Cause I haven't come for only you
But for my people to pursue
And you cannot care for me
With no regard for her
If you love me you will love the church

Spirits in the Night

by Bruce Springsteen

Crazy Janey and her mission man
Were back in the alley trading hands
Along came Wild Billy with his friend G-man
All duded up for Saturday night
Well Billy slammed on his coaster brakes
And said, 'Anybody wanna go on up to Greasy Lake?
'It's about a mile down on the dark side of Route 88
'I got a bottle of rose, so let's try it
'We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
'And I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
'They're built like light'
And they dance like spirits in the night, all night
Oh, you don't know what they can do to you
Spirits in the night, all night
Stand right up now and let it shoot through you

Well now, Wild young Billy was a crazy cat
And he shook some dust out of his coonskin cap
He said, 'Trust some of this it'll show you where you're at
'Or at least it'll help you really feel it'
By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake
I had my head out the window, and Janey's fingers were in the cake
I think I really dug her 'cause I was too loose to fake
I said, 'I'm hurt,' she said, 'Honey let me heal it'
And we danced all night to a soul fairy band
And she kissed me just right like only a lonely angel can
She felt so nice
Just as soft as a spirit in the night, all night
Janey don't know what she do to you
Like a spirit in the night, all night
Stand right up and let her shoot through me

Now the night was bright and the stars threw light
On Billy and Davy dancing in the moonlight
They were down near the water in a stone-mud fight
Killer Joe gone passed out on the lawn
Well now, Hazy Davy got really hurt
He ran into the lake in just his socks and a shirt
Me and Crazy Janey was making love in the dirt
Singing our birthday songs
Janey said it was time to go
So we closed our eyes and said goodbye to gypsy angel row
Felt so right
Together we moved like spirits in the night, all night
Baby don't know what they can do to you
Spirits in the night, all night
Stand right up and let it shoot right through you

East Coker (Pt. IV)

[Pt. III here]
by T.S. Eliot

The wounded surgeon plies the steel
That questions the distempered part;
Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
The sharp compassion of the healer's art
Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.

Our only health is the disease
If we obey the dying nurse
Whose constant care is not to please
But to remind of our, and Adam's curse,
And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.

The whole earth is our hospital
Endowed by the ruined millionaire,
Wherein, if we do well, we shall
Die of the absolute paternal care
That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere.

The chill ascends from feet to knees,
The fever sings in mental wires.
If to be warmed, then I must freeze
And quake in frigid purgatorial fires
Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars.

The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood—
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

[Pt. V here]

Video Killed the Radio Star

by Trevor Horn

I heard you on the wireless back in '52
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you
If I was young, it didn't stop you coming through

They took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine and new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see

I met your children
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Pictures came and broke your heart

And now we meet in an abandoned studio
We hear the playback, and it seems so long ago
And you remember the jingles used to go

You were the first one
You were the last one
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car
We can't rewind; we've gone too far
Pictures came and broke your heart
Put the blame on VTR

You are the radio star
Video killed the radio star