I Protest About Love Under the balcony I sang her my song Next to the moonlit stream I strummed as she strolled along Yes, thought trickled through my head, like water down a stream of how love evaded me, evaded me Where the willows weep I weep, and like a sheep my heart bleats for love, love Gorgeous lovely roses now withered in my hand Towards love I'm drawn by hope but now its just a single strand Yes love she has surely gone she's left like a leaf, a leaf floating down our quiet stream, yeah down this quiet stream Where the willows weep I weep and like a sheep my heart bleats for love, love Lyrics by Davyd Homan
Beautiful
You're so beautiful you're so fine
Yet you've danced so close to the line
Oh… Oh...
Pouring yourself out a libation to pop
My spirit it is bruised and my mind it is knocked
Oh… Oh...
Thee apple pie now going rotten?
Your innocence now being forgotten?
You're so beautiful you're so fine
Yet sugar needs to be refined
Oh… Oh...
Your integrity you are trying to keep
Making yourself millions you do sell yourself cheap
Oh… Oh...
Please return to your former days, Yes return to your former ways
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
Touch Base Pull ya self together man, your heads in some other place Grab it before it rolls away then touch base What do you want to do where do you want to be? A ship needs a course before setting out to sea
Sitting there and sipping wine repeating that sad songYou may feel so weak yet really your head strong Go, get your violin then you can join that band Hour glass is time that’s slipping down through the quick sand
You say that your working hard you must be totally crazyYou will work much harder pushing up, up the daisies
Why not listen to your friends? Many words spoken as a pleaYour mind it holds the door that will unlocks the, the key
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
God the Weaver
She's beautiful in face and form, way above the normthis world is cold and her words tumble out warm I don't want to die, but in her eyes drown I need her like make up needs the clown
She's beautiful in face and form, way above the normthis world is cold and her words tumble out warm I don't want to die, but in her eyes drown I need her like make up needs the clown
Her loveliness invades me, flower attacks the beeShe's a temple and I am her devotee Don't want to be alone, want to be with her Oh that I was the covers of her siddur
I feel hot and a lovely fever, knowing she's how a believerthat we are two strands and that God is the weaver Her beauty is given, given from above I am captivated by her love
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
Silent Screams
I hear silent screams throughout the landScreams echoing through corridors of shame ripped out of their fleshly home in a vision of pain Love child never to be loved Whirlwind sucked up and killed the dove Red blood dripping on a white sheet Quenching another innocent heartbeat
I hear silent screams throughout the landAcross sterilized floors agony does float Men performing infant death wearing pure white coats Two lovers touching one is above Under banners of lust or was it love? Love tale that will never unfold
I ask "Who loves the little soul?"I ask "Who loves the little soul?"
I hear silent screams throughout the land Lyrics by Davyd Homan