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The Line lyrics

My mother does not stop me
From cursing through the evening
She understands I'm angry
In a world that doesn't suit me
Moving too rapidly
And my friends all talk the same
But their folks don't understand
My friends never get things done
'cause they're arguing at home
I don't know why they can't see how

It's so easy to change with a tide
And end up behind enemy lines
It's so easy to change with a tide
My son, you don't have to change your name

You're not in another's game
Refrain
Man, all they do is head into the darkness
As if following the sun
Always on the run
Never get things done
I don't know why they lost their sky

If there is a line
You can stand on both sides doing fine
If there is a line
And you need truth look towards the sky
If there is a line
Mother, I don't care for where I stand

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The Groom's Still Waiting at the Altar

Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement,
Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent
Felt around for the light switch, became nauseated.
She was walking down the hallway while the walls deteriorated.

East of the Jordan, hard as the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the page, Curtain risin' on a new age,
See the groom still waitin' at the altar.

Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery,
Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me
About the madness of becomin' what one was never meant to be.

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage,
Curtain risin' on a new age,
See the groom still waitin' at the altar.

Don't know what I can say about Claudette that wouldn't come back to haunt me,
Finally had to give her up 'bout the time she began to want me.
But I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and humiliated.
I'd a-done anything for that woman if she didn't make me feel so obligated.

West of the Jordan, west of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the cage,
Curtain risin' on a new stage,
See the groom still waitin' at the altar.

Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it,
Tonight you got the power to take it, tomorrow you won't have the power to
keep it.

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage, Curtain risin' on a new age,
See the groom still waitin' at the altar.

Cities on fire, phones out of order,
They're killing nuns and soldiers, there's fighting on the border.
What can I say about Claudette?
Ain't seen her since January,
She could be respectably married or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires.

West of the Jordan, west of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage,
Curtain risin' on a new age,
See the groom still waitin' at the altar.
Bob Dylan

protosong

You can always find ways and make means
And then come back around
You can wait and find days to shake things
And then come back home,
oh what a lonely state of mind
And then come back home
see you’ve done nothing with your time

Spending all those summers!
Waiting to come back
Waiting for a letter!
And then come back down
Shut your mouth and you’ll be fine
Crashing down!
You’ve got to change life from inside

“All I do is try” you cry
But you’ve never once got the questions right

And you could make everything happen
Rearrange it all you like
In order to win, in order to win
Oh man, you’ve got to face you’re own your own
It feels so much better
I should know


“All I do is try” you cry
But you’ve never once got the questions right

All ready
All ready

people

are neither natured or nurtured

arcade fire

Modern Man

So I wait my turn, I’m a modern man
And the people behind me, they can’t understand
Makes me feel like
Makes me feel like

So I wait in line, I’m a modern man
And the people behind me, they can’t understand
Makes me feel like
Something don’t feel right

Like a record that’s skipping, I’m a modern man
And the clock keeps ticking, I’m a modern man
Makes me feel like
Makes me feel like

In my dream I was almost there
When you pulled me aside and said you’re going nowhere
They say we are the chosen few, but we waste it
And that’s why we’re still waiting

On a number, for the modern man
Maybe when you’re older you will understand
Why you don’t feel right
Why you can’t sleep at night now

In line for a number, but you don’t understand
Like a modern man
In line for a number, but you don’t understand
Like a modern man

Oh I had a dream I was dreaming
And I feel I’m losing the feeling
Makes me feel like
Like something don’t feel right

I erase the number of the modern man
Want to break the mirror of the modern man
Makes me feel like
Makes me feel like

In my dream I was almost there
Then you pulled me aside and said you’re going nowhere
I know we are the chosen few, but we waste it
And that’s why we’re still waiting

In line for a number, but you don’t understand
Like a modern man
In line for a number, but you don’t understand
And if it’s alright, then how come you can’t sleep at night?
In line for a number, but you don’t understand
Like a modern man

I’m a modern man

wonderfull

when all the pieces fit

The middle way out

ten years too soon
nine days away
in the middle of a city life
there's a little of a country spark
but deep
deep down inside
you cannot hide
from the feelings to which there's no name
make you act in certain ways how long
before you take it slow?
before you take the middle way out
it makes sense
oh it glows
when it shows
you will recognize how all extremes
shatter happiness for hopeless dreams
how long
before you take it slow?
before you take the middle way out
how long?

Bystanders

Never know where to go alone
Don't show anything at all
Don't take time to notice a change of pace
Don't take time to know what's their type of race

Never asking the important questions at all

By standards
Work for the unload
To get up and further down the road
Whenever time sneaks up on us
We take time and sing back in past's voice

My friend travel cities within cities
My dogs howl night between nights
We choose to lust over dead weather
You learn to die to be alive

Never asking the important questions at all