December 8, 2004
LISTENING:
Van Morrison, Hymns to the Silence, On Hyndford Street
And reading Mr. Jelly Roll
and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues"
by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums"
by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late at night
over Beechie River
And it's always being now,
and it's always being now
It's always now
Can you feel the silence?
On Hyndford Street where
you could feel the silence
At half past eleven
on long summer nights
As the wireless played
Radio Luxembourg
And the voices whispered
across Beechie River
And in the quietness we sank
into restful slumber in silence
And carried on dreaming in God.
Pink Floyd, Delicate Sound of Thunder, On The Turning Away
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite in a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away from the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
Posted by Vanderleun at December 8, 2004 1:28 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.