Words Waiting for Music - One 2002
end of story
song complete
feeling weary
hate defeat
25th January 2002
is
are
does
be
perceive
through a window
on
reality
see
feel
touch
sense
make real
what you know
in
experience
9th February 2002
Are we valid complete entities?
Are there boundaries that define?
Can we self-support and co-exist
Independently in humankind?
Are we beings worth development?
Are there secrets we should know?
Can we justify much deep investment
In efforts to survive and grow?
9th February 2002
Do I really need another
To make me feel complete
Or can I develop and adapt
Evolve to meet the need?
9th February 2002
In this large universe
There is nowhere to hide
From the significant part
That is living inside
2nd March 2002
strange landscape
wild place
route unclear
out inside space
in time explore
each embrace
disclosing more
truth to face
2nd March 2002
tragedy queen
tragedy queen
there's more to you
than a tragedy queen
come on girl
fight, kick and scream
there's more to you
than a tragedy queen
10th March 2002
Now that you've searched for me in the skies
You need to turn your head and close your eyes
To avoid the truth and live in peace with lies
While you do the right thing
Do the right thing
You have to do the right thing
Now that you've wrestled with evil and good
You have to harden your heart to do what you should
You've gone as far as you can and done all that you could
While you do the right thing
Do the right thing
You have to do the right thing
Now that you've struggled with the rights and the wrongs
You know why my eyes are filled with songs
Your body aches and your heart still longs
While you do the right thing
Do the right thing
You have to do the right thing
Do the right thing
Do the right thing
Is it wrong to do the right thing?
Do the right thing
Do the right thing
Do you have to do the right thing?
Do the right thing
Do the right thing
You have to do the right thing
Do the right thing
Do the right thing
Could it be wrong to do the right thing?
10th March 2002
A little bit of bigness
Pierces through the wall
Front line trickles crack and grow
Speed and pressures build and flow
Bowing to the greater will to change
Infrastructures rearrange
God is too large to be contained
In man made vessels bound or tamed
Who is the man who does not sin?
Benevolence and grace will win
Are judges and judged not one and the same?
Forgiveness is a safer game
Barriers and lies will fall
Who is the greatest One of all?
31st March 2002
love and fun
intertwine
when rain and sun
fall together
trace a gentle sign
wonderful who whatever
colouring hope
8th April 2002
golden soaked path
waybridge bathed
floodlit under
silver tuppence
huge things of wonder
rise, reach high
through inky quiet
lapping silence
rock light
water sky
wild
touch
gentle
fire
untameable
unknowable
undeniable
12th April 2002
anger
the quieter, the stronger
deeper and longer
I don’t want you to shout
can’t bear it when you let it all scream out
but this silence tears my soul in two
and I’m missing, really missing you
15th July 2002
Feeling complicated
Has something deep down
Disconnected?
I can’t talk right now
Don’t want to talk right now
So let’s say everything is fine
Nothing to worry about
There is nothing on my mind
No shadow, no fear, no doubt
Feeling complicated
Has something deep down
Disconnected?
Just can’t talk right now
Wouldn’t help to talk right now
I can’t talk right now
Don’t want to talk right now
I can’t talk right now
I can’t talk right now
Everything is therefore fine
Nothing to worry about
There is nothing on my mind
No shadow, no fear, no doubt
1st July 2002
Can you hear the words in the gaps and spaces?
Can you live your life in so many places?
Do you know what it means to feel like this?
Do you understand mislaid happiness?
Will you come to me as you say you will?
Should I turn away or remain here still?
The voice that whispers the nagging doubt
Grows loud in the silence falling roundabout
We’re both good at not saying anything
We’re both good at putting up and suffering
We’re both of the type that only goes so far
Then it’s all too late and well beyond repair
Can you hear the words in the gaps and spaces?
Can you live your life in too many places?
Do you know what it means to me to feel like this?
Do you understand misplaced happiness?
20th June 2002
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