Again you announce while you whirl and bounce
Intentions to pounce on the beat menace
No woman or man could ever withstand
The devious plans of the beat menace
Come to lay you low, we've come to vex your soul
Feeling the heat, hell at your feet
Don't even speak of the beat menace
Something to take away your innocence
Someone to blame it on
Helps you to defeat
Dancing in the street
Come to lay you low, we've come to vex you
Resolved in your mind- the nature of crime
Is to swallow the line of the beat menace
Imagination's on the rise again
So hide your heart away
Dust off the fears and guilts and lies again
The beat is here to stay
Your satellite can reach that Eskimo
He buys a suit and tie
Re-styles his hair like girls in Tupelo
And sings "Sweet Bye And Bye"
He's meeting all your strange requirements
He thinks you can't be fooled
He'll get the rules and laws and sacraments
By sending checks to you
We've come to bring you low
Words and Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler,
and Greg Flesch
Strange animals, strange
Strange animals, strange
Too complex to be tamed, too great to be grasped
Their wonder and beauty cannot be expressed
So will they devour you? Well nobody knows
Can't see what's behind those wild animal clothes
I try to describe it, can never succeed
Moving around in a big make believe
I say you are this, I say this is you
But you're one strange animal, I am one too
Strange animals, strange
Strange animals, strange
If I were to give you an animal's name
Could I keep you locked in a cage in my brain?
Yes, I want to hold you, but it is not clear
Just what your intention if I get too near
I feel the danger, but I cannot leave
Will you tear open the heart on my sleeve
Thought you were this, thought this was you
You're one strange animal, I am one too
Strange animals, strange
Strange animals, strange
I try to describe it, can never succeed
Moving around In a big make believe
I say you are this, say this is you
But you're one strange animal, I am one too
Words and Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler,
and Greg Flesch
©1987 Broken Songs (ASCAP)
1: You touch my hair and cheek sometimes
Feel in yourself this flesh and blood
My poor flesh and blood, my poor flesh and blood
I think I met an angel once
But I cannot really know for sure
Do I know you now? Do I know you now?
2: (Illuminate my muddled heart
Sweep the shadows from my mind)
So I might imagine what you are like
And understand the great design
Darn floor - big bite
You are earth, water and light
3: (Darn floor - big bite
Can I ever hope to get it right, can't get it right)
I believe I've had a vision or two
Could have been a dream
I guess it could have been a dream
Could have been a dream
I saw the wide world crack where you touched down
And bodies wash up on a mythical shore
Will you save me now? Will you save me now?
In not-quite earth, in not-quite heaven
I'll imitate love like lovers do
In not-quite art, in not-quite living
I'll pray that writing it down is part of loving you
4: (Darn floor - big bite
You are twilight, dark and bright
Darn floor - big bite
You are beautiful, terrible terrible sight!)
Repeat 1
Darn floor - big bite
You are love, fire and light
Repeat 3, 4
No I can't get it, no I can't get it right
Repeat 2
Words and Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler,
and Greg Flesch
©1987 Broken Songs (ASCAP)
Sleeping by the hearth of the earth household
Content and relaxed before the fire of life
It's becoming like a castle all woven of mist
Disintegrating when I want to grab a hold
Struggle to go somewhere beyond
The earth household, the earth household
Go to the other unknowable side
Of the earth household, the earth household
We chase with the hounds for the meaning of the world
The unattainable meaning of the world
Now I'm gonna run to the other side
Beyond the border land of death I ride
Slip through a tear in the fabric of the world
The earth household, the earth household
Speak the foreign language of a place beyond
The earth household, the earth household
I drink you endlessly toward my hollow heart
And wake at night repeating "How strange, how strange!"
All is touch and vision in a passionate kiss
And life's a drab curtain ready to be raised
Struggle to go somewhere beyond
The earth household, the earth household
Go to the other unknowable side
Of the earth household, the earth household
The earth household, the earth household
We chase with the hounds for the meaning of the world...
Words and Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler,
and Greg Flesch
©1987 Broken Songs (ASCAP)
Down to the black bridge of sighs
She drains her head by the river
Bowed to the father of lies
She hangs on the edge of forever
She falls, she gets
Caught in the safety net
She breaks, she mends
In the safety net she starts doubting again
Beneath the watch towers and wire
Are armies that march across frozen ground
You're gonna call me a liar
When I try to tell you what's coming down
I fall, I get
Caught in the safety net
I break, I mend
In the safety net, I start over again
I start it over again
Strung out in the cradle of grace
Wiping the blood from the warm gun
You leave no power or trace
Shot like a bullet to the kingdom come
You fall, you get
Caught in the safety net
You break, but you mend
In the safety net you start living again
I start it over again
Down to the black bridge of sighs
She drains her head by the river
Bowed to the father of lies
She hangs on the edge of forever
She falls, she gets
Caught in the safety net
She breaks, she mends
In the safety net she starts doubting again
Words and Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler,
and Greg Flesch
©1987 Broken Songs (ASCAP)
Pictures of the gone world, memories handed down
Pictures of the gone world, when you and I were not around
Could you ever do it justice?
Could you ever get it right?
These are pictures of the gone world
And they're fading out of sight
They saw rouge and vermillion in walks by the water
They dreamt a beautiful dream, they lost a beautiful thing
You tremble, I kiss you and you whisper softly
"We lose this world too, we could lose this world too."
Pictures of the gone world
Hopes we can't forget
Pictures of the gone world
Before we do something we'll all regret
Will anyone cry for justice?
Will anyone get it right?
These pictures of the gone world
Could be our world tonight
I see fire on the mountain and blood on the water
We dream a beautiful dream, we lose a beautiful thing
I'm making love to you, I'm holding on to you
Lose this world too, we could lose this world too.
Could you ever do it justice? Could you ever get it right?
These pictures of the gone world are fading out of sight
You tremble, I hold you
Now you whisper softly "Show me, show me"
Pictures of the gone world, memories handed down
Pictures of the gone world, will you and I still be around?
Pictures of the gone world, memories handed down
Pictures of the gone world, will you and I still be around?
Words and Music by Terry
Taylor, Tim Chandler, and Greg Flesch
©1987 Broken Songs (ASCAP)
Where there are no things, there is no time
I see space existing only where there are things
But we find ourselves here, It's the right time for love
In this divine instant we are time standing still
Had nothing past there would be no past time
Had nothing existed there would be no future
Yes, we found ourselves there, felt enduring desire
In that divine instant we heard eternity whisper
I hear the clock on the wall, I see the skull beneath the skin
We find ourselves here, It's the right time for love
In this divine instant we are time standing still
Can't fight this will to live and love
To always need you, die in your arms
Yes, we found ourselves there, felt enduring desire
In that divine instant we heard eternity whisper
Yes, we find ourselves here, It's the right time for love
In this divine instant we are time standing still
We are time standing still...
We are time standing still...
Words and Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler,
and Greg Flesch
©1987 Broken Songs (ASCAP)
These are the images I arrange
To fill in my report on you
Holiness, mystery, disturbing and strange
Obscuring the point of my view
Everyone seems to know just what you are
But I never seem to break through
Forgive me please if I can't see that far
Life's dulling the point of my view
Chorus:
Half light, coming through the dark glass darkly
Half light, where faith and doubt remain
Half light, tattoo scars where shadows mark me
Half light, I don't expect you to explain
This is the passage I undertake
Over the epoch and phase
The terror and sweetness of history and fate
The last word on the very last page
Everyone seems to think they've got it made
That you're on a rack by the door
It's true, I don't know much except I am saved
From falling through cracks in the floor
(Chorus)
Tomorrow I'm planning to write the great book
In which I will capture our time
Set forth the fury, the sound and the look
If I could just make up my mind
Everyone seems to think you're on their side
But I don't think you're that small
How could they see it when reason has died
We haven't a clue to it all
(Chorus)
Words and Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler,
and Greg Flesch
©1987 Broken Songs (ASCAP)
Earth too huge to grasp
"Will" too wild to tame now
I'll be so bold to ask
Can I wear your name now?
Sign language is the best I can do
Learning to walk without gravity
And just when I think that I know you
Chorus:
In the unattainable earth
Amazed in these half-light days
In the unattainable earth
Language is weak, but I keep on speaking
Of the unattainable earth
Gestures freeze in the air
Filled by those born later
Dead men spoke words here
Heard before and after
My writing is just immense amazement
Should you really reveal anything
When I just misunderstand it?
(Chorus)
Down the twists and turns
Of a long, long story
I am here to learn
About the weight of glory
My questions right now don't need all the answers
Just, please don't ever let go of me
No, don't ever stop loving me
(Chorus)
Words and Music by Terry Taylor, Tim Chandler,
and Greg Flesch
©1987 Broken Songs (ASCAP)
Pour cement 'round things
Let it dry
Break away things
See the design
Describe the voice from heaven
And paint the grace you're given
It's the shape of air
It's the shape of air
I can sit and stare
'Till it's almost clear
In the place where you stood
The air's filling in
You look for a world
Where nets catch the wind
Now drive your car to glory
Foretell the same old story
It's the shape of air
It's the shape of air
I can sit and stare
'Till it's almost clear
Everybody sing!!!!!
Pour cement 'round things
Let it dry
Break away things
See the design
Describe the voice from heaven
And paint the grace you're given
It's the shape of air
It's the shape of air
I can sit and stare
'Till it's almost clear
Words and Music by Terry Taylor
©1987 Broken Songs (ASCAP)
