This song is so damn good I had to include all the lyrics. Presumably, it's about Buddhism. Run a silent path to nowhere, everything is all You could have a pleasant life if Summer had no Fall Treat yourself so gently though the task is often hard Man is not a God it seems, who holds the final card Close your eyes and feel the darkness, speak and hear the sound, We only catch a glimpse of all the life that is around, The man is not alive who knows the value of his soul, And when our lives are pulled away, there's more to fill the hole I wonder what you'd think if all the changes didn't come, For growing old is only going back to where you're from Far beyond our senseless thoughts there lies a core of gold Where essence of the newborn child is waiting in the old, The Master Plan is well conceived, it's there for all to see And each day that is spent in thought is living harmony Reach into the depths of being, pass beyond the years, Time is lost in stillness, where there are no hopes and fears, Linger in the void, and like a beacon in the night Purity will fill your soul with ever-present light Everything you've seen is waiting patiently within For growing old is only going back to where you've been Kansas, Hymn to the Atman
"...That's right, it filets, it chops It dices, slices, never stops Lasts a lifetime, mows your lawn And it mows your lawn And it picks up the kids from school It gets rid of unwanted facial hair It gets rid of embarrassing age spots It delivers a pizza And it lengthens, and it strengthens And it finds that slipper that's been at large Under the chaise longe for several weeks And it plays a mean Rhythm Master It makes excuses for unwanted lipstick on your collar And it's only a dollar, step right up It's only a dollar, step right up 'Cause it forges your signature. If not completely satisfied Mail back unused portion of product For complete refund of price of purchase Step right up Please allow thirty days for delivery Don't be fooled by cheap imitations You can live in it, live in it Laugh in it, love in it Swim in it, sleep in it Live in it, swim in it Laugh in it, love in it Removes embarrassing stains from contour sheets That's right And it entertains visiting relatives It turns a sandwich into a banquet Tired of being the life of the party? Change your shorts Change your life Change your life Change into a nine-year-old Hindu boy Get rid of your wife And it walks your dog, and it doubles on sax Doubles on sax, you can jump back Jack See you later alligator See you later alligator And it steals your car It gets rid of your gambling debts, it quits smoking It's a friend, and it's a companion And it's the only product you will ever need Follow these easy assembly instructions It never needs ironing Well it takes weights off hips, bust Thighs, chin, midriff Gives you dandruff, and it finds you a job It is a job And it strips the phone company free Take ten for five exchange And it gives you denture breath And you know it's a friend, and it's a companion And it gets rid of your traveler's checks It's new, it's improved, it's old-fashioned Well it takes care of business Never needs winding Never needs winding Never needs winding ... You got it buddy: the large print giveth And the small print taketh away Step right up" -Tom Waits, Step Right Up
Or, for a more poetic Waits, I like this one: "No shadows, no stars, There's no moon and no cars, November. It only believes in a pile of dead leaves, And a moon that's the color of bone. No prayers for November to linger longer, Stick your spoon in the wall and we'll slaughter them all. November... has tied me to an old dead tree, Get word to April to rescue me. November's cold chain made of wet boots and rain, And shiny black ravens on chimney smoke lanes. November seems odd, You're my firing squad, November. With my hair slicked back with carrion shellac. With the blood from a pheasant and the bone from a hare, Tied to the branches of a roebuck stag, Left to wave in the timber like a buck-shot flag. Go away you rainsnout, Go away, blow your brains out, November." But it has to be in combination with the music:
Not full quotes, just snippets. — Metallica, "Welcome Home (Sanitarium)" Add a bunch of other songs from Ride the Lightning and Master of Puppets, particularly the latter. I wish more metal bands had lyrics like them. — Lamb of God, "Nightmare Seeker (The Little Red House)" Really the conveys the sense of being burdened with your knowledge.
Canibus - Poet Laureate II [Sample] Uhh I dont understand how a writer could ever get writer's block, so called My problem is having too much.. and being unable to get it down... Yo, why is the ripper so ill? That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal! He said "One of these days, all eyes would be on me when they look up in the sky and see the neon C" Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in glass with an ion beam for longevity For more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories the first time the machine inventor will mention me Canibus was a visionary indeed he believed light could travel in multiples of C The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of Clan Calusa with 2 blue metric rulers Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler and he never liked to propagate rumors Smoked Canary Island cigars liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize about rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time but he would never take it out his archives He wrote 2 songs per day and was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey he got an F but he deserved an A I followed his career from the first day it seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays with deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame" Public humiliation was the worst pain he was spinnin out of control like a class 5 hurricane He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same Especially when there's nothing to gain He was the illest alive but nobody would face it he spit till his toungue was too torched to taste, it properly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations to extract the information They found it utterly amazing they claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take 10 Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language with sound but without shape or signature Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS in a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock he apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds so many rhymes that were intricately designed He WAS Poet Laureate of his time and if you dont mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom adjusting the focus of the moon One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume is nothing more then a subjective conclusion What is the maximum field rate application? the run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin affects the population, fluctuation on a continuous basis but thats just the basics The juxtaposition of Canibus's position the precision something no other has written Way above and beyond what was intended the unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence You didnt go to college obviously I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds when the brain orders the body not to breathe Incompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league you couldnt possibly be hotter then me Or oppositely your minus 25 degrees, you'd squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please my intellectual properties are about the size of Greece Your counselor advised you not to speak my counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beat In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better" even though it sort of urked me He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination but he felt he was at its mercy Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me Couldnt understand what I mean by ill unless you try to translate what I print to film This is the line of will, the circle of time the cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied Ive personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni A wise man sees failure as progress a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic And loses his soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content My style is masterful, multi-lateral I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel Words of scourn are a disasterous tool from an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2 my attitude is fucked up but abrogable Different methods interpreted into different forms from entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms Not to spit in the palm theres much more involved theres much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve 48 orders of mechanical laws and rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars Maybe I am self-obsorbed but thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was permitting you heard of Beezlebub A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club with the DJ doing the needle rub Chances are you'll never see me son yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub I came to holla at some big booty bitches and listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from? Im so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up its deep as fuck, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough Really unbelievable stuff theres a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck I should leave this rap shit alone and kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home My imagination is my own delibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram and become "Cani-millenia man" Grave my back with the emperor's stamp been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang Every warrior has an axe to bury but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane It's suicide its controlled flight into terrain" I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames and got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame For two bars I kept hearin in my head over and over again, it cost me everything I'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake Where people create language that pretends to communicate Euphamisms are misundertood as mistakes but its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make From an extroverted point of view I think its to late Hip Hop has never been the same since '88 Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception in the movement in any direction as progression Even though of the potency of it lessens big money industries writing checks to suppress the question And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store ever since the influence of Moore's Law But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr his son Aage, Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob to the right full throttle and added panache Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth? That's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do Dialysis and analyses of battle MC's sometimes I say things I myself can't believe My lyrical is so skillfully eliptical I can understand how it makes you miserable You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me or why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes "Canibus why don't you speak to me?" Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me That's why I said it so vehemently You need to replace the hate with respect I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!! [Sample] Generally I take.. I go with the given.. ya know with what comes to me .. over the celestial wireless .. whenever it comes, you're lucky when you get it..
Evanescence's Imaginary is a fantastically surrealist monologue about how the speaker's dreams are better than her life: Spoiler: Video I linger in the doorway Of alarm-clock screaming monsters calling my name Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple skies fly over me Don’t say I’m out of touch With this rampant chaos your reality I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge The nightmare I built my own world to escape ...
Tool - Vicarious Don't look at me like I am a monster Frown out your one face, but with the other Stare like a junkie into the TV Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child Watches him die Hands to the sky cryin "why, oh why?" Cause I need to watch things die from a distance Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies You all need it too don't lie Anything from Tool is poetry.
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond. You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze. Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine! You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon. Shine on you crazy diamond. Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light. Shine on you crazy diamond. Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze. Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
No Springsteen yet? Come on! "Seems you can't get any more than half free." -"Straight Time" Pretty much all of "Backstreets", but especially "Blame it on the lies that killed us Blame it on the truth that ran us down You can blame it all on me Terry It don't matter to me now When the breakdown hit at midnight There was nothing left to say But I hated him And I hated you when you went away." and "Remember all the movies, Terry We'd go see Trying to learn to walk like the heroes We thought we had to be Well after all this time To find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park And forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets." “It was a small town bank It was a mess Well, I had a gun You know the rest” - "Highway 29" "Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge, Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain." - "Jungleland" "The dogs on Main Street howl Cause they understand. If I could take one moment into my hands. Mister, I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man, And I believe in the Promised Land." - "Promised Land" "Some guys they just give up living And start dying little by little, piece by piece Some guys come home from work and wash up And go racing in the street" - "Racing in the Street" "Now Tom said, 'Mom, wherever there's a cop beating a guy Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries Where there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air Look for me, Mom, I'll be there Wherever somebody's fighting for a place to stand Or a decent job or a helping hand Wherever somebody's struggling to be free Look in their eyes, Ma, and you'll see me' The highway is alive tonight Where it's headed everybody knows I'm sitting down here in the campfire light With the ghost of old Tom Joad" - "Ghost of Tom Joad" (no idea how much of this is in the Steinbeck original) And pretty much all of "The River" too, but especially "Now those memories come back to haunt me they haunt me like a curse Is a dream a lie if it don't come true Or is it something worse that sends me down to the river though I know the river is dry."
I came here to quote him as soon as I saw the thread title. I think my favorite lyrics by him are Darkness on the Edge of Town: "Everybody's got a secret, Sonny Something that they just can't face Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it They carry it with them every step that they take Till some day they just cut it loose Cut it loose or let it drag 'em down Where no one asks any questions or looks too long in your face In the darkness on the edge of town" Led Zeppelin has some great songs: Rain Song: "These are the seasons of emotion And like the wind they rise and fall This is the wonder of devotion I see the torch we all must hold This is the mystery of the quotient Upon us all a little rain must fall" No Quarter: "Walking side by side with death The devil mocks their every step The snow drives back the foot that's slow The dogs of doom are howling more They carry news that must get through To build a dream for me and you" Stairway to Heaven: "As we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last When all are one and one is all To be a rock and not to roll" Kashmir: "Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear" I never feel like I fully understand anything by Bob Dylan, but he has some of my favorite lyrics: It's All Over Now, Baby Blue: "Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you The vagabond who's rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore Strike another match, go start a new It's all over now, Baby Blue" Like a Rolling Stone: "You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone" Visions of Johanna: "Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while" Hey Mr. Tambourine Man: "Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming" Gates of Eden: "The foreign sun, it squints upon A bed that is never mine As friends and other strangers From their fates try to resign Leaving men wholly totally free To do anything they wish to do but die And there are no trials inside the gates of eden"
"You run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death" - Time by Pink Floyd "I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes Listened as the crowd would sing Now the old king is dead long live the king One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand" - Viva la Vida by Coldplay "Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free" - Blackbird by Paul McCartney
"I couldn't find quiet, so I went out in the rain, I was just soaking my head to unrattle my brain." - The National, 'Pink Rabbits' and from the same song... "You didn't see me I was falling apart, I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls at the park, You didn't see me I was falling apart, I was a television version of a person with a broken heart."
"Monsters," originally by Sick Puppies though I personally prefer the Nightcore-version by Youtuber CUTLoveRx: Somewhere inside this closet, your whole life exists An evil little secret that keeps you so nervous You're boarding up your windows and fetal on the floor But what you're keeping out is on the wrong side of the door
Bruce Cockburn: After the Rain After the rain in the streets light flows like blood I can just taste salt on the humid wind Here comes that gasoline Spreading hungry rainbow over shiny black tar I'm blown like smoke and blind as wind Except for when your love breaks in Maybe to those who love is given sight To pierce the wall of seeming night And know it pure beyond all imagining Engine throb street cruise light bullet car flash Hollow beauty night gleam oily river tension glass Ultraflame! Glittering dust falling in slow motion Clouds tumbling one over another into apparent emptiness It's like a big fist breaking down my door I never felt such a love before Maybe to those who love it's given to hear Music too high for the human ear And clear as hydrogen to go singing
Bruce Cockburn: Incandescent Blue I sneaked across the border -- it was threatening rain -- So I could stand in this tunnel, waiting for the roaring train And watch those black kids working out kung fu moves If you don't want to be the horses' hoofprints you got to be the hooves Hear that lonesome violin play See the notes float up into the overcast and change to white birds as they sail on through and soar away free into incandescent blue People getting ready behind all those rectangles of light "Put on your grin mask, babe, you know we're steppin out tonight" You hear that sound, like hammers only small? It's what the people's heads say when they beat them against the wall Hear that lonesome violin play See the notes float up into the overcast and change to white birds as they sail on through and soar away free into incandescent blue Concrete vortex sucks down the wind It's howling like a blinded violin. Oh -- tongues of fire, come and kiss my brow if I ever needed you, well I need you now Hear that lonesome violin play See the notes float up into the overcast and change to white birds as they sail on through and soar away free into incandescent blue
Ian Anderson: Wond'ring Again (recorded by Jethro Tull) There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea, and the motor car magical world long since ceased to be, when the Eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree. Incestuous ancestry's charabanc ride, spawning new millions throws the world on its side. Supporting their far-flung illusion, the national curse, and those with no sandwiches please get off the bus. The excrement bubbles, the century's slime decays and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control and we'll soon be on our way to a grand year for babies and quiz panel games of the hot hungry millions you'll be sure to remain. The natural resources are dwindling and no one grows old, and those with no homes to go to, please dig yourself holes. We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow. Searched for the last pigeon, slate grey I've been told. Stumbled on a daffodil which she crushed in the rush, heard it sigh, and left it to die. At once felt remorse and were touched by the loss of our own, held its poor broken head in her hands, dropped soft tears in the snow, and it's only the taking that makes you what you are. Wond'ring aloud will a son one day be born to share in our infancy in the child's path we've worn. In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise we'll open his eyes.
Eric Anderson: Violets of Dawn Take me to the night I'm tippin' topsy turvy turning upside down Hold me tight and whisper what you wish For there is no one here around Oh you may sing song me sweet smiles Regardless of the city's careless frown Come watch the no colors fade blazing Into petal sprays of violets of dawn In blindfold wonderments enchantments You can lift my wings softly to fly Your eyes are like swift fingers reaching out Into the pockets of my night Whirling twirling puppy warm Before the flashing cloaks of darkness gone Come see the no colors fade blazing Into petal sprays of violets of dawn Some prince charming I'll be On two white steeds to bring you diamond crowns And climb your tower sleeping beauty Before you ever know I've left the ground You can wear a Cinderella Snowhite Alice Wonderland gown Come watch the no colors fade blazing Into petal sprays of violets of dawn But if I seem to wander off in dream like looks Please let me settle slowly It's only me just staring out at you A seeming stranger speaking holy I don't mean to wake you up It's only loneliness just coming on So let the no colors fade Blazing into petal sprays Of violets of dawn Like shadows bursting into mist Behind the echoes of this nonsense song It's just chasing whispering trail Of secret steps see them laughing on There's magic in the sleepiness Of waking to a childish sounding yawn Come watch the no colors fade blazing Into petal sprays of violets of dawn
"Televators" Mars Volta Just as he hit the ground They lowered a tow that Stuck in his neck to the gills Fragments of sobriquets riddle me this three half eaten corneas who hit the aureole Stalk the ground Stalk the ground You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway Auto-da-fe A capillary hint of red Only this manupod Crescent in shape has escaped The house half the way Fell empty with teeth That split both his lips Mark these words One day this chalk outline will circle this city Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face A room colored charlatan Hid in a safe Stalk the ground Stalk the ground You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway Auto-da-fe A capillary hint of red Only this manupod Crescent in shape has escaped Pull the pins Save your grace Mark these words On his grave You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway Auto-da-fe A capillary hint of red Everyone knows the last toes are Always the coldest to go
Five Finger Death Punch (5FDP) "Matter Of Time" What kind of man would I be If I accepted defeat What would my eulogy read Here lies a wasted soul What would my destiny be What sort of life would I lead Consumed by apathy Spinning out of control It's how we live How we live that defines us What we change And what we leave behind You know you can't You can't take it with you Your day will come It's just a matter of time What type of man should I be You know - so you tell me Stomp out my identity So I can be just like you What kind of life should I lead You'd have me down on my knees Treat me like I'm the disease Fuck you It's how we live How we live that defines us What we change And what we leave behind You know you can't You can't take it with you Your day will come It's just a matter of time It's how we live How we live that defines us What we change And what we leave behind You know you can't You can't take it with you Your day will come It's just a matter of time
"Die Young"- Rob Flynn (Machine Head) Gather the wind Though the wind won't help you fly at all Your back's to the wall Then chain the sun And then it turns around and face you As you run, you run, you run! Behind a smile There's danger and a promise to be told You'll never get old Life's fantasy To be locked away and still to think you're free We're free We're free! So live for today ´Cause Tomorrow never comes Now you´re gone, Now you´re gone Can't you see the writing in the air? Now you´re gone nanna, Now you´re gone Someone stopped the fair Gather the wind Though the wind won't help you fly at all Your back's to the wall Then chain the sun And then it turns around and face you As you run, you run, you run! So live for today Tomorrow never comes Die young, young Die young, die young Die young, die young, young Die young (x7)
They're a different sort of band to get used to, but The Front Bottoms' song "Twin Size Mattress" has an opening line that knocks me on my ass every time: "This is for the lions living in the wiry, broke-down frames of my friends' bodies."
Human beings in a mob, What's a mob to a king? What's a king to a God? What's a God to a non believer, Who don't believe in, anything?
Father William saved her from the streets, She drank the life blood from the saviors feet, She's Sister Mary now eyes as cold as ice, he takes her once a week on the alter like a sacrifice. Queensryche, Spreeding the Disease.
The walls of my memory divide the thorns from the roses. INXS - Afterglow I look at the world and I notice it's turning While my guitar gently weeps With every mistake we must surely be learning Still my guitar gently weeps. The Beatles - While My Guitar Gently Weeps (Written by: George Harrison) Old man look at my life I'm a lot like you were. Neil Young - Old Man Heaven, does it come for me? In the dreaming that my soul's been freed and the torment of my madness gone away. And though God says he loves, and I, I think of love. I cannot change the way I am. Toni Childs - The Dead Are Dancing
I heard The Stolen Child by The Waterboys and fell for it immediately. WOW. Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. Away with us he’s going, The solemn-eyed: He’ll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal chest. For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand. Then....realised lyrics were lifted from one of WB Yeats's greatsies. A work of his I'd not strayed across had been put to music.