John Cale

"Hallelujah" I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah

[ti:Ghost Story] [ar:Sting] [00:16.91]I watch the western sky [00:35.26]The sun is sinking [00:39.48]The geese are flying south [00:43.17]It sets me thinking [00:46.40]I did not miss you much [00:50.48]I did not suffer [00:55.28]What did not kill me

She's back from Amsterdam And I think the journey did her well Her face has lost it's touch The tell tale signs of loneliness inside But I love her still And need her company still more Come down, come down once more And I think, the journey, did her

Words: Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do n

When I stand, my back to the sea A big white cloud, looking right down on me Sound of sun, missing my eyes Everything's clear, everything's bright Big white cloud, big white cloud Big white cloud on me Big white cloud, big white cloud Big white cloud

She makes me so unsure of myself Standing there but never talking sense Just a visitor you see So much wanting to be seen She'd open up the door and vaguely carry us away It's the customary thing to say or do To a disappointed proud man in his grief

With mistletoe and candle green To Halloween we go Ten murdered oranges bled on board ship The cattle graze bold uprightly Seducing down the door To saddle swords and meeting place We have no place to go Then wearily the footsteps worked The halleluj

I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it I wish someone would show me where to draw the line I'd lay down my sword if you would take it And tell everyone back home I'm doing fine I was with you down in Acapulco Trading clothing for some wine Smel

When Abilene was young and gay And thunder storms filled up the day The cattle roamed outside the town Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Then tracks were lain across the plain