Secret Volcanoes
By
belljar
The complete lyrics
Copyright: belljar 1999
Published by ffg 1999
Black Horse Coming
Black horse coming, over the hill
I wonder if he’ll see me if I keep quite still
Black horse coming over here
And it fills me with wonder and it fills me with fear
Black horse coming, coming my way
And I’ve been watching him from the very first day
Black horse coming, breathing down my neck
And I don’t know, no I don’t know if I can face him yet
If I can face him, if I can face him yet
Black horse coming, nearer each glance
Should I stand my ground or should I take my chance
Black horse coming, hooves are getting loud
Will he knock me down, will he knock me down, If I stand my ground?
If I stand, if I stand my ground
Black horse coming I’ve known it a while
Such a beautiful sight but it don’t make me smile
Black horse coming tearing down my walls
Tearing down my fortress, my precious fortress and destroying it all
Black horse coming, stole into my room
Tried to hold him off but he came too soon
Black horse coming he tore me apart
Blocked out the sun, blocked out the sun and sowed pain in my heart
And he sowed; he sowed pain in my heart
At my heels
I tried to put you down, to put you to bed
I closed the curtains, I turned off the light
I drew the door gently too and I bid my goodnight
But you burn on, you burn on
I had it all planned, I’d worked it all out
I’d buried you deep, I’d covered my tracks
I left no name and no mark and I didn’t look back
But I can’t shake you off,
You’re like a dog at my heels
And I can’t walk away,
You’re like a dog at my heels
But you burn on, you burn on
I tried to put you down, to put you to bed
I closed the curtains, I turned off the light
I drew the door gently too and I bid my goodnight
But I can’t shake you off,
You’re like a dog at my heels
And I can’t walk away,
You’re like a dog at my heels
But you burn on, you burn on
Second Time Around
The cynic says you can’t teach this old dog any new tricks
The cynic says you’re way past your best
The cynic says been there, done that, bought the T-shirt
The cynic says put your feet up, stay home and rest
Just when you think you’ve got it sorted
Just when you think you’ve got it contained
It all breaks out again
Second time around and I’m not forcing it
Second time around and we’re speaking in whispers
Second time around and I’m just letting it
Fall to the ground, where it all breaks out again
The innocent says, now that irony’s over
The innocent says, perhaps we’ll give it one more try
The innocent says, more of the dove, less of the serpent
The innocent says I’ll live even when I die
What would I say, now that irony’s over?
What would I say, would I give it one more try?
What would I say, more of the dove, less of the serpent?
And do I believe I’ll live, even when I die?
Sigh of relief
I’d cranked it up, twisted it tight,
Raised the stakes and I climbed out of sight.
I’d shortened the odds, placed my bets,
Narrowed the field and I took a deep breath,
A sigh of relief
And I took a deep breath
Coming down
Feeling human
I’d scaled the heights, reached for the stars,
Ran out of air ’cos I pushed it too far
Down a lonely road, the one I knew best,
But the wind was chill and I took a deep breath,
And today I feel like I’m just coming down.
The air up there was getting pretty thin.
And I’m feeling like I’m just looking around
And I’m taking it in - trying not to stare.
The views were great, but I couldn’t see,
My eyes were closed to all beauty could be.
And it seemed so right, that living death -
Come down and live, so I took a deep breath,
Maybe Sometimes
Maybe sometimes
There’s no need to make a sound
Maybe sometimes
The words just can’t be found
Maybe sometimes,
Could even be more times
You’re better off leaving your thoughts in your head
Maybe sometimes
They’re just better unsaid
Maybe sometimes
You should keep your advice
Maybe sometimes
You should keep your lips shut tight
Maybe sometimes,
Could even be more times
The world’s just too big and your words aren’t big enough
Maybe sometimes,
To be quiet is to love
Save me from speaking, I’m always speaking
And I know that when I’m speaking
I’m not looking in your eyes
Save me from crowding, I’m always crowding you out
And I know when that when I’m crowding
That your heart just passes me by
Small is Beautiful
Small is beautiful, I’ve heard it said
When things get too big you can’t
Keep them in your head
You can take your big ideas and your big hat and your big shoes too
’Cos small is beautiful and I don’t need you
Spoiling the view
I’d rather know two or three than a thousand, smiling, nameless faces
So won’t you let me be ’cos I won’t be thinking of changing places
Small is beautiful, keep it that way
If you let it get too big, you can’t give it away
You can take your techniques and your ten top tips for success
’Cos small is beautiful and I’m convinced that more is less
Bethlehem’s Hospital
Let’s all go down to Bethlehem’s hospital
Let’s all go, won’t you take my hand?
And if your mind’s too weak for the weight of the world
Let’s all go to the healing land
And don’t you be scared by the needles they use
And don’t you worry there’ll be a bed
And don’t be anxious as you wait in the queue
They’ll give you something to ease your head
And don’t you be scared to admit that you’re weak
And don’t you be ashamed to lay it all bare
‘Cos the world’s too big and bad and it’s got you beat
Bring in the pieces, sit down, give them in right there
There’s really nowhere else left for you to go
For help to heal a broken mind
Hold my hand and we’ll take it nice and slow
And I’m sure they’ll be gentle and I’m sure they’ll be kind
Such a Fall
Your hands could hold so much
I never thought of such a fall
But I’m seeing how frail it all is
This life that we live
Stretching silk and hoping for steel
Your hands could hold so much
I never thought of such a fall
But fall you did
Never thought I’d see it come to this
But fall you did
And I am undone
Your heart had felt so much
The beauty and the touch of it all
But it’s breaking apart at the seams
Stealing your dreams
Showered glitter that turned into dust
Your heart had felt so much
The beauty and the touch of it all
You’re old now - thought you’d always be young
You’re weak now -thought you’d always be strong
You’re slow now -thought you’d always be quick
You’re old, you’re weak, you’re slow - and I am undone
Your eyes had seen the world
Grace like a flag unfurled in the wind
But now you’re calm and so still,
Been dragged through the mill
Came up breathing, but only just
Your eyes had seen the world
Grace like a flag unfurled in the wind
Virtual Grace
We live in a virtual place
We’re touched by virtual grace
Out of mind, not defined
Perfect in virtual space
We live in virtual time
Treading a virtual line
Not quite yet, still not set
The future’s virtually mine
But I want to feel my body
Touch the earth beneath my feet
I want to kneel in a real place
Touch your hand and get complete
I have my virtual friends
On them I virtually depend
Send messages, read bulletins
They’re means to virtual ends
I Believe
And I believe in secret volcanoes
And I believe in the world below.
And I believe in secret volcanoes
And I believe in the world below.
And I believe that this ship will reach its port.
I believe that behind the mist
The sun waits.
I believe that beyond the dark night
It’s raining stars.
They will not rob me of hope,
And it shall not be broken,
They will not rob me of hope,
And it shall not be broken,
And I believe in secret volcanoes
I believe in the world below.
And I believe in secret volcanoes
And I believe in the world below.
And I believe that this ship will reach its port.
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