A SEA SONG, PART 2
Written and recorded on location in North Ryde, Sidney, Australia in 1989.
(C) (P) BY PAUL HALL, 1987
Song warns against bedazzling children with illusion
instead of giving the a foundation in reality.
feel the waves, elements that wrestle thus with time, trek a path that wends eternally, Fool no child with imitation, temperance of eloquence, but a uniform of forgetfulness and spurn, beyond death's dungeon, mindless pass away, ports near or far, sing an ode and a ballad,
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A SEA SONG, PART 2
Written and recorded on location in North Ryde, Sidney, Australia in 1989, By Paul Hall.
(c) (p) by Paul Hall, 1987
Shall I sing an ode and a ballad?
Shall I sing of ports near or far?
Does the future fight my song?
Does my mind tell me I cannot get along?
I have a friend that speaks
like the tide of the sea.
I have a message
that makes alive
something deep
inside of me.
So I can take
a long breath
and I can feel the waves
of a dozen coasts
around my feet.
In silence grow the elements
that wrestle thus with time,
the eventful and the eloquence
of velvet and sublime.
Where grow the lilies of the field
in metamorphic speech
to tell the kings who will not yield
where value, thus,
No robes of opulence are like
the blossom which all see,
while in this life
they trek a path
that wends eternally.
Fool no child with imitation.
You have got reality.
Life's for real.
You have to keep moving.
For eternity.
The temperance of eloquence.
It argued back and forth,
and some spoke of "intolerable"
and some spoke of their dearth.
But most wore but a uniform
of forgetfulness and spurn,
where men go to oblivion
and never to return.
Tell me,
why did you bring up your children
along this painless way
when you knew they'd be all unprepared
when life would have full sway?
Oh, they will not forget your false kindness
was only revenge and hate,
when they go on the endless paths
and return,
and return,
return but all too late.
The mindless, tragic blunder
of what seems to be good,
is useless in a future
that the only preparation
was to take things day by day
thus, beyond death's dungeon,
the mindless pass away.
Tell me,
why did you bring up your children
along this painless way
when you knew they'd be all unprepared
when life would have full sway?
Oh, they will not forget your false kindness
was only revenge and hate,
when they go on the endless paths
and return,
and return,
return but all too late.
Tell me,
why did you bring up your children
along this painless way
when you knew they'd be all unprepared
when life would have full sway?
Oh, they will not forget your false kindness
was only revenge and hate,
when they go on the endless paths
and return,
and return,
return but all too late.
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Copyright and Phonorecord (c) (p) 1987 by Paul A. L. Hall. All rights reserved.