Another possible lyric
Nov. 3rd, 2011 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Building a road from the past to the future one stone at a time,
Jotting down lines on the sights that I see there, and glad when they rhyme,
Some days are better than others, and some days are better let go,
And all that we have to go on is the little we know.
Wise men and soothsayers sell you the secrets of life for a song,
Take what they tell you with cellars of salt but don't tell them they're wrong,
Easier far just to take it on faith than to prove it ain't so,
When the evidence fails and you're left with the little we know.
There'a a game that we play
Called "the truth is whatever I say,"
But to tell truth from lies,
Use your eyes...
Vast ancient monuments crushed to make way for construction that's new,
Tottering towers of theories founded on facts all too few,
Dogmatic statements are dangerous friends when there's not much to show,
And not all that much you can prove from the little we know.
Trillions of words wrapped in billions of books stacked on light years of shelves,
hand us the answers we're too scared to look for inside of ourselves,
But if what you seek is not in you, you know you can search high and low,
And all that you'll find is contained in the little we know.
Put the blame where you choose,
That's a game where the players all lose,
While the truth in the word
Goes unheard...
My road is different from your road and each of us travels alone,
Searching increasingly further and wider for fragments of stone,
Weighed down by years while the doubts and the fears and the weariness grow,
And all that remains when we're gone is the little we know.
And sometimes it's tempting to lie by the roadside and go with the flow,
But on the horizon the bright future beckons us on with its glow,
And whether we'll reach it or not is uncertain, our progress is slow,
But one way to do it is add to the little we know.
Is it worth trying to disentangle it from "Golden Gypsy" long enough to find its own tune?
Jotting down lines on the sights that I see there, and glad when they rhyme,
Some days are better than others, and some days are better let go,
And all that we have to go on is the little we know.
Wise men and soothsayers sell you the secrets of life for a song,
Take what they tell you with cellars of salt but don't tell them they're wrong,
Easier far just to take it on faith than to prove it ain't so,
When the evidence fails and you're left with the little we know.
There'a a game that we play
Called "the truth is whatever I say,"
But to tell truth from lies,
Use your eyes...
Vast ancient monuments crushed to make way for construction that's new,
Tottering towers of theories founded on facts all too few,
Dogmatic statements are dangerous friends when there's not much to show,
And not all that much you can prove from the little we know.
Trillions of words wrapped in billions of books stacked on light years of shelves,
hand us the answers we're too scared to look for inside of ourselves,
But if what you seek is not in you, you know you can search high and low,
And all that you'll find is contained in the little we know.
Put the blame where you choose,
That's a game where the players all lose,
While the truth in the word
Goes unheard...
My road is different from your road and each of us travels alone,
Searching increasingly further and wider for fragments of stone,
Weighed down by years while the doubts and the fears and the weariness grow,
And all that remains when we're gone is the little we know.
And sometimes it's tempting to lie by the roadside and go with the flow,
But on the horizon the bright future beckons us on with its glow,
And whether we'll reach it or not is uncertain, our progress is slow,
But one way to do it is add to the little we know.
Is it worth trying to disentangle it from "Golden Gypsy" long enough to find its own tune?
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Date: 2011-11-07 05:50 am (UTC)Alas, the "reading things properly" braincells are AWOL at present.
Leaving the tab open for their return....