Lyrics: Out of the Storm
By Pete Brown. © Warner Chappell Music.
| Pieces of Mind Pieces of mind See how they ran Prizes of sun Still to be won When the life is made of straw Can you tell me what it's for Waves that pound against the door Leave me at the place of/throw it away/throw it away Leave it today/ Keep me dancing stop me grasping Clouds that turn to dust on touching Times I'm so far from/What I want So much the same Living in games Pieces of cake Until they break apart They say the plane that comes to pass never rhymes Now it burns on grass too steep to climb Best of friends Until the flowers end Mines have taken their place Darkness in their face Now the golden coach is here Can you cure me of the fear Should I move into the clear Find a time in which I/throw it away/get out today Keep me singing stop me clutching Rooms that turn to dust on touching Times I'm so far from/What I want Merry-go-round In a town without a sound Wings for hire From the church with no choir The burning ship is sailing It will not leave without me -- /Throw it away/get out today/ Get out today/ -- Keep me singing stop me clutching Rooms that turn to dust on leaving Times I'm so far from/What I want Merry-go-round In a town without a sound Wings for hire From the church with no choir The burning ship is sailing It will not leave without me The stocks of fire unfailing Won't set me free There goes the price of drowning So I must swim to the end Each day the head needs crowning To much to mend . . . Golden Days Keep those golden days From going separate ways Keep the harbour lights Burning inside The streets of old (Can't hear the names they call) Shelter from the cold (Long ago, so far inside/Where the past still tries to hide) Find the dusty sun sleeping Trying to sail where rapids run Riding our frail ships out to the sun Playing for time, searching for signs Save the eyes so bright (Can't stop the things they see) From closing in the night (Long ago, so far away/Where the fires spark and play) Keep the softest flame burning Trying to sail where rapids run Riding our frail ships out to the sun Playing for signs, searching for time (Long ago, so far away/Where the fires spark and play) Keep the softest flame burning . . . Running Through Our Hands Running through our hands In the waving grass One harvest time can't stop them now Cities made of sand That were built to last No one man sky to tell them how Seasons kiss, collide and miss Stars still turn and sometimes burn And the stones alone laugh . . . Passing through our arms Go each others loves One woman sea can't break their fall Blossoms in your gaze, Stormclouds race above One season more they've grown so tall Seasons kiss, collide and miss Stars still turn and sometimes burn But the stones alone laugh . . . Keep On Wondering Raising my glass To the cities of grass in the wind Drinking a toast To the ghost who can still keep it in Getting on so bad In the dreams I've had Still I keep on wondering Try not to go Too depressingly slow through the night Try not to blow out The candles that throw out the light Can't afford to lean On the towns I've seen Still I keep on wondering Taking a plane To the place in the rainbow of smiles Measures I took For the pleasures of beating the dials Moving through the dark With my lonely spark Still I keep on wondering Hoping for aid When the others have strayed into line Feelings of anger To strangle the dangers of time Sliding down the stair To whatever's there Well I keep on wondering . . . |
Keep It Down Keep it down If it;s still hangin' around Kept away Well it's lost inside a day On the journey through the street To the corner you have to meet Keep keepin' it down If it's hangin' around In the dawn When the last drop it has gone Summer leaves From the hill where my love grieves In the sun where you met her In the shade where you left her Keep keepin' it down If it's hangin' around You've got to keep it down And never let it go to the top 'Cause you know that if it does The roundabout is nevver gonna stop, never gonna stop In the night There's a space replaces your face That you lent I don't know just how it went Though the trains have passed it by It still sits up in your sky Keep keepin' it down If it's hangin' around Yeah . . . Keep it down . . . keep it down . . . keep it down . . . Into the Storm I'm going to make it by myself, It is the young man who still lives at home I'm going to make it on my own, It is the greyhead who can only moan I'm going to cut off all my ties, I'm going to wipe out all the lies, I'm going to leave the old disguises -- I'm leaving my home, the simple land I'm handing myself a helping hand Heading into he storm I'm going to get there by myself, It is the hero breaking up the house I'm going to make the morning train, I'm going to take whatever time allows I've got my maps and my guitar, Let my old friends prop up the bar Although the pst becomes a dear thing -- Six inches of soil, left behind Sun that used to smile, never mind Heading into the storm I'm going to make it by myself There has to be a time and place to say it I'm going to stand up on my own, If there's a pace then I'm the one to stay it I hear the voices from the sea, They say the world's the place for me I've got to leave my old disguises -- I'm leaving my home, simple land I'm handing myself a helping hand Heading into the storm . . . One Face next to mine in the mirror Love for an hour's history Only one, just begun Trying to keep from sleeping Live in the soft memory Inly one, just begun Says in the tune where there's plenty Gold for a life's treasury Only two, what to do Searched in the moon, found the answers Sold to the next mystery Only two, what to do Get back on the track, singing Thirty shows, change of clothes, face in rows, glowing Ties torn, shadows born, stormy Match away, less to say, gone astray, time to pay -- Then there's just empty rooms again Swept streets Clean sun sheets Face next to mine in the darkness Row down the river with me Ships that pass, never last Trying to keep from waking Know how the lives used to be Ships that pass never last Get back on the track, singing Thirty shows, change of clothes, face in rows, glowing Ties torn, shadows born, stormy Match away, less to say, time to pay, gone astray -- Then there's just autumn rooms again Swept streets Clean sun sheets Timeslip Leaves falling Face down on the ground Lie in the rusty crowd That waits in the pouring rain By the pavements of grey In autumn days Days spending tie Outside the place of laughter Brave weddings On summer mornings Gardens of proud husbands That wait in the silver sun As the fields come awake Lost summer days Days spending time Making the songs of laughter Time slipping, time slipping |