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May. 30th, 2003 12:46 amI'm retiring this song off my playlist tonight. It's just become too depressing to listen to.
"Too many deadlines clouding up my sight
too many voices in my head
too much of daytime, take me to the night
where the truth goes walking out beside the fear
These conversation, we have in the dark
well, they rattle through the empty in my soul
You're my salvation; you have struck a spark
now I'm following a trail I thought was cold
How did one so young become so wise?
I think you've opened up my eyes
And if you and I go wandering down the days imagining
we will find the things that we hold dear
like the shadows on the snow
like the light this time of year
like the birds that never go
like the words that bring a tear
Too many dollars to pretty up the lies
well I add my contribution to the din
'till I wake up sweating and find to my surprise
I can't go out the door that I came in
That old temptation that roots me to the spot
I can't imagne giving up the game
You're my inspiration; you show me what I've got
'tho you call it by a dozen different names
How did one so young become so wise?
I think you've opened up my eyes
And if you and I go wandering down the days imagining
we will find the things that we hold dear
like the shadows on the snow
like the light this time of year
like the birds that never go
like the words that bring a tear
There's too much delusion dressed up as delight
there's too much phony silence being sold
I'm in confusion, take me to the night
where the foolish go out walking with the bold
this course correction may be into the wind
but you somehow make my worrying absurd
you're my connection to where all songs begin
and I hope I've got a few you haven't heard
How did one so young become so wise?
I think you've opened up my eyes
And if you and I go wandering down the days imagining
we will find the things that we hold dear
like the shadows on the snow
like the light this time of year
like the birds that never go
like the first star to appear
like the coming of the dawn
like the running of the deer
like love's old sweet song
like the words that bring a tear"
-David Buskin
"Too many deadlines clouding up my sight
too many voices in my head
too much of daytime, take me to the night
where the truth goes walking out beside the fear
These conversation, we have in the dark
well, they rattle through the empty in my soul
You're my salvation; you have struck a spark
now I'm following a trail I thought was cold
How did one so young become so wise?
I think you've opened up my eyes
And if you and I go wandering down the days imagining
we will find the things that we hold dear
like the shadows on the snow
like the light this time of year
like the birds that never go
like the words that bring a tear
Too many dollars to pretty up the lies
well I add my contribution to the din
'till I wake up sweating and find to my surprise
I can't go out the door that I came in
That old temptation that roots me to the spot
I can't imagne giving up the game
You're my inspiration; you show me what I've got
'tho you call it by a dozen different names
How did one so young become so wise?
I think you've opened up my eyes
And if you and I go wandering down the days imagining
we will find the things that we hold dear
like the shadows on the snow
like the light this time of year
like the birds that never go
like the words that bring a tear
There's too much delusion dressed up as delight
there's too much phony silence being sold
I'm in confusion, take me to the night
where the foolish go out walking with the bold
this course correction may be into the wind
but you somehow make my worrying absurd
you're my connection to where all songs begin
and I hope I've got a few you haven't heard
How did one so young become so wise?
I think you've opened up my eyes
And if you and I go wandering down the days imagining
we will find the things that we hold dear
like the shadows on the snow
like the light this time of year
like the birds that never go
like the first star to appear
like the coming of the dawn
like the running of the deer
like love's old sweet song
like the words that bring a tear"
-David Buskin
