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Replies to post #45 on dylan

Replies to #45 on dylan

mulholland drive

02/04/02 11:55 AM

#46 RE: mulholland drive #45

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.

Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.



mr.mark

02/05/02 4:08 AM

#49 RE: mulholland drive #45

belle isle

one evening for pleasure
i rambled with you
in the fair fields all alone
down by the banks of loche erin
where beauty and pleasure were known
i spied a fair maid at her labor
which caused me to stay for awhile
and i thought of her goddess of beauty
the blooming bright star of brighte isle

i humbled myself to her beauty
fair maiden where do you belong
are you from heaven descended
abiding cupid's bare throne
young man i will tell you a secret
it's true i'm a maid that is poor
and to part from my vows and my promise
tis more than my heart can endure
therefore i remain at my service
and go through with my hardship and toil
and wait for the lad that has left me
all alone on the banks of belle isle

young maiden i wish not to banter
tis true i come here in disguise
i came here to fulfill my last promise
and hope to give you a surprise
i know you're a maid i love dearly
and you've been in my heart all the while
for me there is no other damsel
than my blooming bright star of belle isle

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