: A bruised full moon Play fights with the stars, This Place is our prison, it's cells are the bars So take me to town I wanna dance with the city
: (Rodney Crowell) Down in Louisiana bayous by and by A peirot pole or your natural soul Keeps you tied to a tree high tide Beer joint lights come on
The dim grey sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon
em for portals and time holes And dance backwards and chant with the crow people At the crop circle, I come to know people Under moon rays, lightin' up
the colour of sky in the morning You are the light of the sun as it's dawning You are the dew on my feet As I first step into a brand new day Dance by
things are beginning, our side is winning, hip hip hooray. Made in the shade, deep in the shadow, down by the meadow, lie in my arms. And the moon will
lost his spectacles," well, he began to wonder. Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass was hare. In the stream that flowed by
you really that happy to be mine No I'm not disguising All that fighting And dreams not come true I will play some light from the sun The world by my
you But with the truth so far off, what good will it do? Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh,
you It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow You left me standing in the doorway, crying I got nothing to go back to now The light in this place is
for all We live for will be wiped out I feel that something's (wrong) Surprise, surprise they're gone Full moon your time goes by And new moon's still
and One for All We live for will be wiped out I feel that something's wrong Surprise, surprise they're gone Full moon your time goes by And new moon
the bounds of a withered witch's spell. Where the doors surely are locked, where the sun threatens to wane. Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light
: A dream, shown to me by countless shapes. Visions that will never leave my mind. Voices that cry out to me. Saddened by the wars within, and lifted
I lean close up to her throat) -this light you are carrying is like a lamp hanging from a distant boat -it is my light- said Betty X Betty X says -this light
: Well the night was deep and the night was dark And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town Some big ceremony was going down Dancers writhed