Come on

RESURRECT ME

It takes a long time to kill a man
Fifty-five years at least
Until he breaks down
Starts to look underground
To go off and get him some peace
I want to die a lot quicker than that
If it's my only way out
I've been counting up the cost
Getting up on that cross
Want to know what this is all about

Father Time steals our days like a thief
There's no price that I wouldn't pay to get some relief
I've become the empty shell
Of a man I don't like so well
I am a living, breathing hell
Come on and resurrect me

I tried to drown the pain with a friend of mine
It didn't seem to help
She's got a pretty face with her wedding lace
But I'm still waking up with myself
I know what it means to choke it down
Down until your legs get weak
I know what it's like on a Saturday night
To be alone in a crowded street

Father Time steals our days like a thief
There's no price that I haven't paid to get some relief
I've become the shell of a man
I am beginning to understand
I've forgotten who I am
Come on and resurrect me

I'm a broken cistern

THE CURE FOR PAIN

So I'm not sure why it always flows downhill
Why broken cisterns never could stay filled
I've spent ten years singing gravity away
But the water keeps on falling from the sky

And here tonight while the stars are blacking out
With every hope and dream I've ever had in doubt
I've spent ten years trying to sing these doubts away
But the water keeps on falling from my eyes

And heaven knows, heaven knows
I tried to find a cure for the pain
Oh, my Lord, to suffer like you do
It would be a lie to run away

So blood is fire pulsing through our veins
We're either writers or fools behind the reigns
I've spent ten years trying to sing it all way
But the water keeps on falling from my tries

And heaven knows, heaven knows
I tried to find a cure for the pain
Oh, my Lord, to suffer like you do
It would be a lie to run away

Lock me in a mutal fire

A Dialogue betwixt God and the Soul

Soul. Whilst my Souls eye beheld no light
But what stream’d from thy gracious sight
To me the worlds greatest King,
Seem’d but some little vulgar thing.

God. Whilst thou prov’dst pure; and that in thee
I could glass all my Deity:
How glad did I from Heaven depart,
To find a lodging in thy heart!

Soul. Now Fame and Greatness bear the sway,
(’Tis they that hold my prisons Key:)
For whom my soul would die, might she
Leave them her Immortalitie.

God. I, and some few pure Souls conspire,
And burn both in a mutual fire,
For whom I’ld die once more, ere they
Should miss of Heavens eternal day.

Soul. But Lord! what if I turn again,
And with an adamantine chain,
Lock me to thee? What if I chase
The world away to give thee place?

God. Then though these souls in whom I joy
Are Seraphins, Thou but a toy,
A foolish toy, yet once more I
Would with thee live, and for thee die.

ANONYMOUS (pub. 1651)