Frightening Beauty - Real Audio / Mono
You rise to meet
The darkness you deny
Too loose, too timid
Storm clouds go rolling by
Too dark to hide . . .
Wield, fly out,
Cry loudly,
S e e . . .
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Shadows of light
Inner sight, frightening beauty
To learn, to grow . . . (it’s) your human duty . . .
1st Chorus:
Cry out . . . fly
Fly out . . . try
To learn to grow . . .
It’s your human duty
To try to find
The frightening beauty -
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2nd Chorus:
Cry out . . . fly
Fly out . . . try
To find
The frightening beauty,
I n y o u r * m i n d !
© (p) 1999, Xyra Harper-Cann - All Rights Reserved
When She Walks Into The Room - Real Audio / Mono
(Xyra's Song For Nico) 15 sec mpg
When she walks into the room,
How many men salute?
How many centuries does she recall?
Everything is nothing - she sees through it all
When she walks into the room
Pretensions rise, the nations fall
She wears the costume of the timeless call
The next millennium will tell the tale
Of where she is going and from where she hails
When she walks into the room
Eyes of Skye,
Saturated hopefulness
Forbidden gaze - a captivated audience
Stands stunned, amazed
Afraid of love, in shock
Catch the meaning,
Learn the lesson - please take stock!
When she walks into the room
Been a queen in designer diadems
Been the fair chanteuse of the inner screams
Hated, envied, and revered - at once
A woman of the future
In a time-warp, crushed
Abandoned Love, she found a throne
Made of needles and Methadone
She, in the sunlight fell
Speaking the language of The Secret Belle
When she walks into the room
Now, the room has no walls, at all
No ceiling to bind her, no matter how tall
Her spirit is freed, and she wants you to know
The road that she met you on
Was the wrong way to go
Listen slowly, to the voice low
The lesson she lived, the magic aglow
A vision gone frightening
A life to behold
A realization, never foretold
Eyes in the Spirit,
An aura of Gold
She Waits Amongst us
But soon She must go
Into the White Light of Freedom, NOT Fear
Remember her softly
Feel her songs with your tears
© (p) 1999, Xyra Harper-Cann - All Rights Reserved
You Forgot To Answer
(Nico's song for Jim Morrison)
(Lyrical adaptation - by Xyra)
When I remember what to say
When I remember what to say
You will know me again
And you forget to answer,
All, all, all, all, all, all
You seem not to be listening
You seem not to be listening
The high tide is taking everything
And you forget to answer,
All, all, all, all, all, all
You seem not to be listening
You seem not to be listening
The high tide is taking everything
And you forget to answer,
All, all, all, all, all, all
Why aren't you listening?
Why aren't you listening?
The high tide is taking everything . . .
Why aren't you listening?
The high tide is taking everything . . .
© 1974, Nico / Jo Lustig Ltd - All Rights Reserved
Arrangement © Xyra & Verborgen, w/Marco Delmar
Delicate Anger
Out of touch with me, with life
Out on a limb of steel, you feel alive
Taking chances, nobody takes
Making up reasons, you plan your escape
1st Chorus:
Out of excuses, but
You want a debate
I answer your questions,
The answers come late
How many times have we been through this?
Can’t we move on, get over the hits
We take emotionally - why can’t we stop?
Let go of the anger, and rise to the top!
2nd Chorus:
Delicate anger,
Memories lapse
All of life’s balance
On the verge of collapse
The woes of the world are on my plate
But I feel empowered, now, and I won’t hesitate
To set a new course - why should I wait?
The delicate balance is the prize and the bait!
3rd Chorus:
The present looks frightening
The future looks grave
Hearts full of sorrow
Must, somehow, be brave!
B e b r a v e !!!
© (p) 1999, Xyra Harper-Cann - All Rights Reserved
Find Me - Real Audio/stereo
© 1999, Xyra Harper-Cann
When the time has come between
What we are and what we’ve seen
I know you haven’t lost -
Only one . . .
You know more than times before
All downstream, or has it been?
Find me . . .
Where can you find me?
The days are moving slowly on
The faces changing, you don’t belong
The streets are singing the same, sad song . . .
Find me, find me, find me -
Only one . . .
Sitting where you found me last
Sorting out the tangled past
I know we haven’t lost -
Only won . . .
Sitting in a room of glass
Thinking of what life’s amassed
Nothing’s lost -
Only one . . .
Time spent in lust, so readily
Seems long ago - a travesty
When all seems lost, we cannot see
Find me, find me, find me -
Only one!
Minstrel of the Grail
© 1999 - Xyra Harper-Cann
A restless soul
Gathers no moss . . .
No time to lend,
No love is lost!
Is it onward to another disaster?
Someone ask him what he’s after!
Settled-in see
Rootless few
Understand NOT
What they do . . .
Waters darkly rise,
To drown the passerby . . .
Ah, but not the one
With the Crown of Light!
He looks toward the center of all things . . .
Vague thought of what tomorrow brings!
Only, the Minstrel of the Grail
Understands NOT . . .
That on Earth,
He is frail!
Settled-in see
Rootless few
Understand NOT
What they do . . .
Waters darkly rise,
To drown the passerby . . .
Ah, but not the one
With the Crown of Light!
He looks toward the center of all things . . .
Vague thought of what tomorrow brings!
Only, the Minstrel of the Grail
Understands NOT . . .
That on Earth,
He is frail! He is frail! - He is frail!
Prisoners in a Free Society - Real Audio/stereo
© 1999 Xyra Harper-Cann
You seal your mind
With the spirits deep inside
Within the fortress of illusion, out of time
Hope is here, but the moment’s wrapped in fear
You abide in the reckless clattering of lies
Why are we - prisoners in a free society?
Why are we prisoners?
Numbers for a face
Drowning in the drones of clones
Brave Earth, mother to our kind, no more
In the momentary fear, I cry a tear
The cloven hooves reappear
Why are we - prisoners in a free society?
Why are we - prisoners?
We are asleep
We are the sacrificial sheep
Given up - the climbing has become too rough
Tomorrow, in our sorrow
We’ll abide, if, from the truth,
We try to hide
Why are we - prisoners in a free society?
Why are we - prisoners?
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Why are we - prisoners?
- prisoners?
- prisoners?
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