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Tapestry - Carole King

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hues.
An ever lasting vision of the ever changing views.
A wondrous world of magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see impossible to hold

Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, just a drifter passing by.
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow green on either side

He moved with some uncertainty as if he didn't know
Just what he was there for or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand cam down empty.

Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and he turned into a toad
It seems as if he'd fallen into someones mistic spell
And I wept to see him suffer tho I did not know him well

As I watched in sorrow there suddenly appeared
a figure grey and ghostly beneath the flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unraveling he's come to take me back

The Brothel - Susanne Sundfør

Purple pavements
Crooked fingers knocking on windows without souls
Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles
Howling through hollows
Restless nights in one night cheap hotels
Oh, I'm only drifting to always come back

And I search for something
Oh, whatever I don't really care
Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere
Rolling down their windows
Open car with open mouths
Golden teeth and golden cards

You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow my trail
I'll do it all, I'll do whatever you say, God has left me anyway

Lava laiden pavements
Stars with stains and the heaven and afterglow
Beneath the ashes our echoes are buried alive
They are howling through hollows
Once we've shared their temple of halls
Now our heads are hung up on walls

We are ruins within ruins
On every corner a gladiator is begging for another century
When no one cut your tongue to know nothing and to know it all
To be both the animal and god

You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway

There are echoes in the garden is anybody listening
There are echoes lost in the garden is anybody listening
They whisper:
The ones who are only living is the ones who are only dying

Empty Chairs - Don McLean

I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night
Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright
Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would

Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face
While chestnut hair fell all around the pillow case
And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
A sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would

Never thought the words you said were true
Never thought you said just what you meant
Never knew how much I needed you
Never thought you'd leave, until you went

Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories I can't forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would