Mende listened to Judy sing
so sorrowful a tale.
She sang that song about the oppressor's mourning.
Where an oppressor sat on the ground
beneath an old spanish shop
and there fell in love with one oppressed.
The oppressor lead the new lover dear to swim along the shore
then drowned the poor lover in water and attention.
Mende cried and Judy stood
and walked out of the room.
Judy cried alone and died alone
and Mende understood.
*******
Return water.
Go back to your self.
Return water.
Leave my self.
Listen closely.
The sea is near.
Listen closely.
The sea is here.
Behind your eyes
Along your face
A tired river runs.
It carves a trail of Sorrow's tales
Let that river run.
Return water.
You leave too soon.
Return and leave
just as you came.
Return water run
******
I don't think
that pretty ones should be eaten.
And I don't think the ugly ones have won.
I just know that there's no Mary, I'm sorry.
I think I know that Mary's not the one.
There's no heart inside her that's not her own.
Where's your heart? How come it's not at home?
Go on and read your books
And sing your songs for Mary.
I just know that Mary's not the one.
******
"Attention is a kind of passion"
Starlight in the midnight
spies a tired fawn
separated from its nature
away from everyone.
The starlight fire shined on it
and tears were on my face.
It was dark that night
just like every night.
Starlight shines on empty space.
Attention is
a kind of passion.
Love yourself, just be.
Attention is a kind of passion.
It's so hard to see.
Cry for years and fill your heart
but it will never be a sea.
Attention is a kind of passion
to give to those in need.
Players play on
an arrogant rouse
they are fooling everyone.
The action is all offstage
Look in the mirror everyone.
The lights are off
and music plays
but it means nothing at all
for they can't hear
their own music playing
The players have them in a thrall.
Attention is
a kind of passion.
It's much to hard to feel
when he's loving you and loving me
with the things they cannot steal.
Attention is a kind of passion.
Love yourself and see.
Attention is the kind of passion
you'll feel eventually.