Masterlist of Lyrics
Nighttime for a While
Flute and Rain
The Beginning of a New Day
Reaching for the Sky (the Lawn Chair song)
Square 1 Ė 4:26 They send the letter and the next day youíre out on the highway They send the letter and the next day youíre out on the road They send the letter and all semblance of sanity flies away Pick up the letter and you carry the load They send the message and the next day youíre up at the daybreak They send the message and the next day youíre up at the dawn They send the message and itís back to your own private earthquake Got a day to decide what is right, what is wrong And they send you down the river And youíre sailing toward the falls And youíre screaming to the sky And thereís no reply at all They send the letter and itís back to their down the wire They send the letter and itís back to their tricks of the mind They send the letter and you try to get truth from a liar And the dreams of the heart are so far down the line When they send you down that river And youíre sailing toward the falls And youíre screaming to the sky And thereís no reply at all... Back to top Bach - 1:33 (instrumental) Back to top Returning - 10:38 I canít remember, maybe ten years old But itís all blurred like a life that flew by in front of an eye with a shutter speed way too slow The memoryís there, but clouded A crowded way of life shut the memories out And who you knew before becomes irrelevant A crowded way of life shut the memories out And what you knew before - all forgotten Another empty day, another silent hour We have machines now to prove we have no messages Another bill to pay, another office tower Comes between us Sitting cross-legged on the floor, discussing philosophy Amazingly on top of it for a ten-year-old I had the bright idea, I had the philosophy That maybe what we had was all we needed A little time, a little care It seems a million miles ago And I know I canít preserve it It seems a millions miles away And I know I canít remain Sitting alone on the floor Singing softly to myself Trying to justify my own existence I feel that bitter melancholic mood, pretentiously outlining the applications of modern philosophy to my current position It seems a million miles ago And I know I canít preserve it It seems a million miles away And I know I canít remain Sitting cross-legged on the floor, discussing philosophy Amazingly on top of it for a ten-year-old... Life is a beautiful thing Itís just a shame it holds so many tragedies You have to go on with the hectic routine Ignoring whatís knocking at your door So here I am some years later, watching the embers glow The image is there still engrained in my vision, but the fire is gone Gather branches off the ground and set the sticks to burn Strike the match upon the rock and feel the warmth return Gather thoughts from years ago and lead them out from shelter As I am trying to return I could remember when I was ten years old But it got blurred in life It flew by in front of my eyes while I was blinking Somehow my life got crowded A clouded way of life shut the memories out The search to find yourself becomes more relevant A clouded way of life shut the memories out But they canít be forgotten So now I find Iím trying to hold on to yesterday And the philosophy of a ten-year-old Return to finally find myself Fifteen years ago Back to top Nighttime for a while Ė 8:10 The morningís filled with lullabies The nights are mostly silent And I lie awake, saying... Where is my home? I canít even see it from here Every day I just stray farther and farther I turn on every light in this house, until they shine so bright itís blinding But my way is not so bright, not like my mother and my father Iíve nothing to fear, (at least nothing more than at day) But itís at nighttime I just canít seem to keep my demons at bay So many storms in my head, until my sanity spins away Every day begins just as the day before Drive down the freeway in the new black four-by-four Leave behind houses that all look the same Start the commute and try to stay sane The last time you thought about home you thought about flying Decided philosophyís not worth the pain The last time you thought about life you thought about dying And let the truck drift over in the wrong lane And hopelessness surrounds you like the morning fog And sounds you cannot recognize distract you and youíre frightened And you feel the sticky helplessness as if youíre barely breathing And youíre seething underneath and unenlightened Direction comes so slowly if it ever comes at all And you canít decide if you should drive the truck into the wall And you wonder if thereís anyone whoís felt this same appalling sense of being so small And itís during these times that dying seems like heaven And youíd love to be anywhere but here But you finally get back at half past seven And all you wanna do is just lay back and disappear Philosophyís not worth the pain Then sleep overtakes you like the kind and generous curtain And somehow youíre back home Seated at the table, pass the bread if you are able Holding hands with all the loved ones never known You dream of mother, you dream of father You dream youíll get to dream again You dream of lovers, you dream of laughter You dream of one true friend And itís alright, sleep tight, itíll stay nighttime for a while And itís alright, sleep tight, itíll stay nighttime for a while... Every day ends just as the day before Fasten the locks, collapse on the floor Living in houses that all look the same Set the alarm and try to stay sane But after all is said and done and hours of thought pass by Weíre still left with moving on, apart, alone And knowing thereís a place out somewhere I can never be In a house that I will never call my home But itís alright Ďcause itíll stay nighttime for a while And itís alright Ďcause itíll stay nighttime for a while And itís alright Ďcause itíll stay nighttime for a while And itís alright... for a while... The morningís filled with lullabies The nights are mostly silent And I lie awake... Back to top Flute and rain - 1:33 (instrumental) Back to top TheBeginning of a New Day - 26:20 PART I I walk in a fair-line file, never ask never answer You show me the way to turn, Iím new here I come from a land far off where I once was a dancer I guess thatís over now. I walk in a fair-line file, never touch never talking You show me the way to learn, Iím new here I come from a land far off, with the door never locking I guess thatís over now. How do I feel? the voice asks from far away The message floating through the air waves I feel alone, so very very much alone I guess youíre over me ďBut, no (know), my son,Ē cries the voice from far away ďThis is only temporary, this too will pass away ďWe are here, so try not to be afraid ďHold on, soon weíre coming ďYou were always going somewhere ďYou have always known this ďYou were always more than you have been ďEverything in circles, now itís time you were beginning ďNow that youíre here, now that youíre hereĒ Nevermore shall we carry the weight of our captors on our shoulders Swim to shore, for there is more to living life than getting older...now Open up your eyes, see the sun shine down Feel the warmth given you for free yourself, and free your heart See the thin curtain fall Hear the lies fed to us all Listen to the sky See the sun shining, shining Donít cry mother, I am coming Donít cry father, I can hear I can hear the voices calling, ďRemember dear, remember dear, rememberĒ And the time is quickly passing Soon the moment will arrive I can hear the calling asking ďRemember, rememberĒ I have heard, my brothers I have heard With greater clarity than words Could it be, could it be I have been set free? From somewhere deep inside I rest assured I see the thin curtain fall I hear the lies fed to us all I listen to the sky And join the sun shining, shining Iíve walked in a fair-line file never touch never talking But youíve shown me the way to turn Ďtil Iím through here Iíve strayed to a land far off, with the door ever locking I guess thatís over now! Donít cry mother, I am coming Donít cry father Ďcause I can hear I can hear the voices calling, ďRemember, remember...Ē We are. PART II And now the time has come to move beyond those childhood ways And how the visions of the future slowly fade Stay! nothingís what it would have been And everything is missing from this dream Except this pale charade that others call reality Images fleeting from my sight Gone from the daydreams they once occupied Clarity confused with blurs of color Each the other, streaks of paint, or dust, or chalk upon the wall Clarity fleeting from my grasp I fall back in the mold where I was cast Everything I thought was broken, everything I thought was wrong Rose again, together now, to end the war that I had started And now the time has come for all good men to gather up their arms And summon all their courage for itís off to go to war Every human being has its rights But the world doesnít give a damn tonight Sisters wanting something more worthwhile for them to do Brothers waste their lives in line for corporate fools Freed from chains by capitalist tax We pay the price of freedom with our backs The soul is lost, the soul is gone, we send it off by courier To the nearest economic trading post And who is she? who is she? sheís nobody of consequence And who is he? who is he? well heís only one of many And who are they? who are they? they are guardians and the pullmen They are anchors of the corporate machine Empty-souled and pigeonholed we dedicate the framework Stereotype the neophyte and put him in a box Wither in that cubicle! Incarcerate the wildman! Who is HE to say heís so complex? And the dream spills over on my restless flight And the night is over as the morning meets the modern dreamer And my dream shall not die waking We were always going somewhere, we have always known this We were always more than we have been Everything in circles now, itís time I was beginning Now that I find myself here again And the dream spills over on my restless flight And the night is over as the morning meets the modern dreamer And my dream shall not die waking as I see the morning sky Over evergreen comes sunlight that the mountains cannot hide Hear the crackling in the distance of an ever-stronger fire See the sun rise in the eastern sky as the flame is lifted higher High in the sky the song is flying above the eager waiting Ten thousand strong all one in song illuminate the shading Of city lights below us Of thousands more unknowing Down in the street cafť the jazz manís playing A crowd has formed to watch and pour out heart and soul They drink and talk about the dayís transactions Is anybody listening? Is anybody listening? Applause, they hear the thunderous roar of thousands far away Singing from their choir loft high above Gazing high and wondering at this feeling they are missing But the music only plays when someoneís listening The music only plays when someoneís listening (Gather branches off the ground and set the sticks to burn) So who is she, who is... sheís a poet and a dancer And who is he, who is he... can sing and play guitar And who are they, who are they make beautiful creations But the music only plays when someone listens Who is she, who is... sheís a poet and a dancer (Nowís the time for all good men) And who is he, who is he, he can sing and play guitar (To summon up their courage) And who are they, who are they, make beautiful creations (And gather up their arms for now) But this song is not received by many ears (Itís time to go to war) Nowís the time for all good men to summon up their courage Gather up your arms for now itís time to go to war PART III Nevermore shall we carry the weight of our captors on our shoulders Swim to shore, for there is more to living life than getting older Weíve been chained by beliefs of those who have come before us and have chained ourselves by believing what they have told us And now... Your fatherís father on a boat escaped a captorís pen He landed in America to find that heíd been jailed again Hatred doesnít seem to die until we see the worth of women and men... ALL women and men. Break the chains of beliefs of those who have come before us and release ourselves from believing what they have told us And then Nevermore shall we carry the weight of our captors on our shoulders Swim to shore, for there is more to living life than getting older... Now. And the war, my friends, is in the soul And the journey is the drive to gain control And the war, my friends, is in the head For there are those whoíd take freewill and lay it dead And the war, my friends, is in the heart And the strength of soul to finally make a start And the war, my friends, is held within Yet the answers will not come Ďtil we begin And so youíre needing some conviction A little something to get by A little private revelation or inner motivation Or elevation to the sky This modern world has never cared about you This modern world means nothing when you die But underneath the earth has always held you And there has always been a clean and open sky And all the while the clock is ticking Count all the hours we waste away Another day, captivity When all the while we should play... So how many times have you stood in the middle of a field? Smelled the flowers around you, heard a rushing brook? And how many times have the flashing lights distracted you? You could have seen the world around you, but you didnít take a look And how many times did you lay the thought aside? Put the poetís pen away Ďcause you couldnít find the paper? And how many lies have you listened to today? How many sunsets have you seen? We should play... Donít turn you back on what weíre given Donít close your eyes, fall in line and fall away Just take the time to feel the earth beneath you And find a meaning to the dawning of the day. Running down the river, echo in the canyon Whisper on the highest plain Singing in the desert, ebbing in the wetland Everything is new again Itís so easy living lies, and itís so hard to break away But creationís here beginning her new day Donít turn away. Back to top Reaching for the Sky (the Lawn Chair song) - 3:48 Well my friend youíre welcome to this lawn chair And hereís an extra fishing line Well we can waste the day just waiting for the sunset, I donít mind My friend why do you call me crazy Just Ďcause Iím staring at the wall Imagination leaving for the blue sky, hereís the boarding call And now Iím sitting at the edge of the ocean Watching all the seagulls passing by The turning tide can set the sails in motion Reaching for the sky My friend you try to understand me With textbook psychotherapy Might I suggest itís probably easier to interview a tree And hey friend why do you look so frightened Do you not want to come along? Hey, all you need is one good friend, five minutes, and a song And now Iím sitting at the edge of the ocean Watching all the seconds passing by The turning tide can set the sails in motion Reaching for the sky So my friend before you call me crazy Pick up and heed the boarding call Imagination see the blue sky just get staring at the wall And my friend youíre welcome to this lawn chair And hereís an extra fishing line Well, we can waste the day just waiting for the sunset I donít mind. And now weíre setting at the edge of the ocean Watching all the seagulls passing by The turning tide can set the sails in motion Reaching for the sky Back to top Lotusí Land - 3:26 (instrumental) Back to top Back to B.O.N.D. page Back to Steve Unruh Home Special thanks to Christopher Frick for the transcript.