Angels with Silver Wings...shouldn't know such Suffering

Depeche Mode - Precious

they're coming to Toronto! A/C Centre May 18, 2006

http://www.musicomh.com/downloads/depeche-mode_0905.htm

DEPECHE MODE lyrics - "Precious"
www.OldieLyrics.com

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to you
We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through

Things get damaged
Things get brokenI thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering

I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two

Things get damaged
Things get brokenI thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Led Zeppelin from Houses of the Holy (1973)

Led Zeppelin lyrics
Album: Houses of the Holy [1973]

Over The Hills And Far Away
(Page/Plant) (4:42)

Hey lady- you got the love I need
oh Maybe- more than enough
oh Darling Darling walk a while with me
- oh you've got so much-

Many times I loved
Many times been bitten
Many times I've gazed
Along the open road.

Many times I've lied
Many times I've listened
Many times I've wondered
How much there is to know.

Many dreams come true
And some have silver linings
I live for my dream
And a pocketful of gold.

Mellow is the man
Who knows what he's been missing
Many many men
Can't see the open road.
Many is a word
That only leaves you guessing

Guessing 'bout a thing
You really ought to know
You really ought to know


http://lyrics.rockmagic.net/lyrics/led_zeppelin/houses_of_the_holy_1973.html#03

Aerosmith - Dream On

Aerosmith › Dream On

Everytime that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin’ clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isn’t that the way
Everybody’s got their dues in life to pay

I know what nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it’s everybody’s sin
You got to lose to know how to win
Half my life is in books’ written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages

You know it’s true
All the things come back to you
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it’s just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away(x2)

Dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on...

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it’s just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away

http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/aerosmith/4389.html

Creed - Higher

CREED LYRICS
"Higher"

When dreaming I'm guided to another world
Time and time again
At sunrise I fight to stay asleep '
Cause I don't want to leave the comfort of this place
'Cause there's a hunger, a longing to escape
From the life I live when I'm awake
So let's go there
Let's make our escape
Come on, let's go there
Let's ask can we stay?

Can you take me Higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me Higher?
To a place with golden streets

Although I would like our world to change
It helps me to appreciate
Those nights and those dreams
But, my friend, I'd sacrifice all those nights
If I could make the Earth and my dreams the same
The only difference is
To let love replace all our hate
So let's go there
Let's make our escape
Come on, let's go there
Let's ask can we stay?

Can you take me Higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me Higher?
To a place with golden streets

So lets go there, lets go there,
Come on, lets go there
Lets ask can we stay?

Up high I feel like I'm alive for the very first time
Set up high I'm strong enough to take these dreams
And make them mine
Set up high I'm strong enough to take these dreams
And make them mine

Can you take me Higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me Higher?
To a place with golden streets
Can you take me Higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me Higher?
To a place with golden streets

[ www.azlyrics.com ]
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/creed/higher.html

FALLEN ANGELS

FALLEN ANGELS
words/music Buffy Sainte-Marie(c)
Gypsy Boy Music

Fallen Angels
Fallen Angels...
I got a man in the business line
He power hungry
He’s a money mine
Smooth as satin he’s a big time shark
Fallen Angel

I got a brother, oo he mean as sin
He got a brother who’s just like himL
ivin’ over in Moscow, two of a kind.
How come the great power got the junkie mind?

chorus:Fallen Angels
they never get enough
Fallen Angels oo oo
They got the addictions
Fallen Angels
They litter the skiesFallen Angels
Doncha wanna turn em around

I got a man in the USA
He runnin' guns with the CIA
He’s the best that being bad can be
Lord he think he do it all for me

What’s it matter if you’re green or red
The yankee dollar or the commie threat when the
real power in the real world gonna
deny it all anyway

chorusFallen Angels...

You believe in the system from the top on down
Potential is a beautiful thing
It’s hard to keep believing in the big time
Now you’re sinking in the wind
Star light Star bright
Somebody going down tonight
Told the truth when it was time to lie
Got it right

chorus
Fallen Angels...
http://www.creative-native.com/lyrics/angelyr.htm

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http://www.angelssearch.com/FallenAngels/

picture: LP Cover Dave MatthewsBand

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald - Gordon Lightfoot

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
by Gordon Lightfoot


The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.

With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind

When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.

The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.T

hey might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.

And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.

© 1976 Moose Music, Inc.

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after i finished this post i went downstairs in our concourse here at the TD Towers (many many shops in which to spend your $$) and i wanted to go the bookstore to buy a gift card for my sister-in-law whose Birthday was yesterday; didn't i see a book about the Edmund Fitzgerald, a sort of children's story with pictures...what's the message? anything? nothing? i will read the story to find out

Interestingly i was looking for the Big Sur book by Jack Kerouac as suggested by John inatorpor42

(see also my post in katyab53Musings for cross reference)
February 22nd post

and sadly this great author was not there, i suppose he belongs in the literature section is why...
what separates fiction from literature? interesting to consider... in any case i shall look for him at Robarts one eve...i had made a pact with myself that i would visit the University Library at least once a week to research and write...have not made it there yet, but have started to scribble some stuff here

also, i did come across a catchy title and coverjacket....i believe it was called ShadowChild, with a fiddlebud photograph on the cover...i will check tomorrow to be sure of the title and author; the theme very much interested me, the power of nature to heal...a nice little counterbalance to the power of the sea over man in the above story....

i myself am a bit of a lone wolf and often return to nature in times to heal, so it was the above book in conjunction with this line in the Big Sur excerpt which together soothed me ....

The Church is blowing a sad windblown “Kathleen” on the bells ......//then he would secretly drive me to his cabin in the Big Sur woods where I would be alone and undisturbed for six weeks just chopping wood, drawing water, writing, sleeping, hiking, etc. etc.
Big Surby Jack Kerouac

and of course being that my name has the same root i wondered at the windblown and sad description and thought, yes, often times i feel exactly like those there bells