Alba s touto skladbou:
Memory And Humanity ,
Hands,
Ghosts,
Ghosts,
Monsters In The Closet,
Startin With Me,
The Promise of Hell,
Sound Soldier,
Carry on,
Velocifero,
The air is heavy, and the lights lead somewhere
far away,
and the night is, uh...
powdered!
and I'm headed into another black coffee
dawn.
Nights like this I feel the weight of history,
and I hear somebody explaining it in my ear up close,
all these
obligations.
The coffee cup--
that one with the lipstick stain--
is on my mind:
a dried coffee ring, a ring around the moon,
and neon
in a haze.
I figured that tears is nothing
when I see a floodplain stretch out
harsh
in the moonlight--
and the river of blood that flows thru it.
They tore down the Wilson-Shute last year and built up a new one
but I will not cross that bridge.
I know why.
And I don't know.
I know.
And I don't know.
In this way it had to end.
There comes a time when people don't understand,
when the stones will speak in a strange language,
and all those dreams,
all those fears and hopes,
won't make any sense
any more.
Something tired,
something weary,
something hurt
hangs in the air: fearsome,
terrible!
and they leave the lights on
in this town
all night
for fear of the darkness.
When you're young you learn to love
the thing that is despised,
that is unloved itself
and unwanted.
And you may come to dream a dream
and see a vision of a future that will never be.
But what if the vision is too strong
and the vision comes at an age
that's too young?
So what does happen to the dream deferred?
Does it shrivel like a raisin in the sun?
I know.
And I don't know.
We all live in ghost towns one way or the other.
Each of us lives in a ghost town.
And they leave the lights on
in this town
all night
for fear of the darkness,
and a radio is playing all night
for the fear of silence,
the silence of someone's
thoughts.
