Brian Bourque's Music Blog – Bbelief.com

In our hands
All we ever need
My good old friends

When we were young
We laughed and played games
A little better then

When summer came
With endless days
That we knew how to spend
How to spend

My friends
Love me
Even after years
After years
My friends
I love you
You belong with me

In our heads
Songs we rarely sing
But live within
In subtle ways
Through endless changing keys
We follow them

My friends
Love me
Even after years
After years
My friends
I love you
You belong with me

Our midnight parties in the woods
Our dirty minds misunderstood
At home for dinner,
But waiting on the goods
And oh so good…

Whatever you need
Whatever you need

You know who you are,
You know who you are

You’re my friends
My friends
My friends

In our hands
All we ever need
My good old friends.

Devil are you about today?
I saw a giant man
It could’ve been you
Hunched neck, bloody eyes
Grinning he stopped traffic
Several times

He waits until the sun goes down
And always holds the door
He mingles with the crowds downtown
Admiring their smiles

And meanwhile I’m afraid
The ghosts outside know my name
They came in on the tide
But what of their boats?

Strange patterns in the windows
Like news some TV just forgot
He’d love to, he’d really love to

Head out, and leave the world
Covered in a garden…

He’d spend his time
At play with angels
That stayed away

He reads the minds
Of children as they play
He counts to 5, 6, 7, 8 or 9
10 times a day
It doesn’t matter when
He isn’t about to compromise his fun

It was only five
Lifetimes that God told him to go away for
It’s looking pretty grim
But maybe he’ll change his mind

Strange patterns in the windows
Like news some TV just forgot
He’d love to, he’d really love to

He’d love to be a kid again
An angel at God’s side
He thinks he’d be happy as
A child of God
A friend of man

Don’t call ahead
Just arrive
In the driveway
Hit the horn
Hit the horn

…til I appear
We’re getting out
We’re getting out of here
You and I

Between the lines
At the whims
Of highway signs
You and I

Twenty four hours a day
Anonymous faces
And signal changes
With powerlines
Trading truckstops
Three acre lots
Crooked buildings
And hiding cops
You and I

Between the lines
At the whims
Of highway signs
You and I

‘Cause you and I
Take a ride
Across America
We race the night
Trading truckstops
Three acre lots
Crooked buildings
And hiding cops
You and I

Between the lines
At the whims
Of highway signs
You and I

Radiowaves from your loving gaze
And your mischievous ways
Your smile is never just a smile
But a symphony, written for me
Written by you and by me

My body
Your body, embracing
A tangling mountain
Hands pulling me in
You’re pulling me in
I’m dangling and drowning
An extraordinary thing
Extraordinary thing…

When upstairs you call me on the phone
Just to say hello
Hello…

My body
Your body, embracing
A tangling mountain
Hands pulling me in
You’re pulling me in
I’m dangling and drowning
An extraordinary thing
Extraordinary thing…

It’s not quite time
So I sneak up behind you
You watch for me
Outside the storefront window
My reflection grows
As I approach
You turn to me
Our smiles glow…
With pure joy

Pure joy
Pure love
Pure life
Pure joy…

Fertile mind with little to do
Seeds waste water in the ground

They will not grow.

You did not show them the earth
They do not feel cabbages, rice, dirt

All is damp and overblown, oppressive

Why do some leave so quickly,
and others stay longer than they should?

We know the nervous strain,
The mangled tyranny of time.

Hurry on, hurry home,
Like warbling rats
Tracing tracks for food.

Throw names in the air,
To be wreaked by thunderbolts.

The pieces will form a new ground,
A new earth.

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I am nine hundred years old
Twelve billion hairs of the eternal beard
Eight acres of dirt

I am many days old
They stretch out behind me
Like worn skins covering earth
Your children have already grown

I walked east when days were hot
But never met the sun.

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