View From The Balcony

Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone.
Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you.
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song,
I just can’t remember who to send it to.
I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain. I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend, but I always thought that I’d see you again.

Won’t you look down upon me, Jesus, You’ve got to help me make a stand.
You’ve just got to see me through another day.
My body’s aching and my time is at hand and I won’t make it any other way.
Oh, I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain. I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend, but I always thought that I’d see you again.

Been walking my mind to an easy time, my back turned towards the sun.
Lord knows when the cold wind blows it’ll turn your head around.
Well, there’s hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come.
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground.

Oh, I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain. I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend,
but I always thought that I’d see you baby, one more time again, now.

Thought I’d see you one more time again.
There’s just a few things coming my way this time around, now.
Thought I’d see you, thought I’d see you, fire and rain, now.

"Fire and Rain" by James Taylor

Sheepdog
Standing in the rain
Bullfrog
Doing it again
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
What makes you think you’re something special when you smile?

Child-like
No one understands
Jack knife
In your sweaty hands
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years
You don’t know what it’s like to listen to your fears

You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me, if you’re lonely you can talk to me

Yeah hey, oh!
Ho, ho!
Yeah!
Ho, ho, ho, ho!
Ho, ho!

Big man (Yeah)
Walking in the park
Wigwam
Frightened of the dark
Some kind of solitude is measured out in you
You think you know me but you haven’t got a clue

You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me, if you’re lonely you can talk to me
Hey!

Wahoo woof! Woof!

Hey bulldog! Hey bulldog!
Hey bulldog! Hey bulldog!

[Hey man, what’s that noise?

Woof!

What d’you say?

I said woof!

D’you know anymore?

Wooaah ha ha ha!

You’ve got it, that’s great! That’s right! That’s it, man, hoo!

Give it to me, man, hurry! I’ve got ten children, ho!

Ah ho! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Quiet boy, quiet!

OK.]

Hey bulldog!
Hey bulldog!

"Hey bulldog!" by The Beatles

I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You’ve been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

from “Pompeii” by Bastille
Teardrops on the city
Bad Scooter searching for his groove
Seem like the whole world walking pretty
And you can’t find the room to move
Well everybody better move over, that’s all
‘Cause I’m running on the bad side
And I got my back to the wall
Tenth Avenue freeze-out
from “Tenth Avenue Freeze Out” by Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band
Well, in the end my friend, we will all be together again
Clutching onto my hand, in a valley we’ll stand, just living again
And in a while we’ll smile, march on another mile
On hallowed hills, attached to the land we’ll be still
No one’s ever gonna say a thing
And we’ll be together, together again
Taking off to the city on down
Just a while ago my soul was confused, amused at what it did not know
Days went by, and amusement cried, I decide to let
My soul fly on by itself, pick happiness up and bring it back to the shelf
We’ll be okay one day, in a valley we will stay
No more moving on
I knew it was right here all along
Won’t have to hold your crown, no more looking around
Just holding you tight in the city on down
Just a while ago my soul was confused, amused at what it did not know
But days went by and amusement cried
I decide it’s time, I got to move on now
But I was so scared
I was frightened, somewhat enlightened
So I changed shoes
Now I walk through a valley of color much better than the other
Way I did not know, but now we can be united
Miracle, miracle sighted, and I’m pulling it in
I know by now we can all walk together at a regular speed
Do you dare to be excited, are you somewhat delighted?
Are you aware somewhat delighted?
At what you did not know
Let’s take it to the city on down
"City on Down" by OAR

It’s the last dance, we’ve come to the last dance
They’re dimming the lights down, they’re hoping we’ll go
It’s obvious they’re aware of us, the pair of us
Alone on the floor
Still I want to hold you like this forever and more

It the last song, they’re playing the last song
The orchestra’s yawning, they’re sleepy I know
They’re wondering just when will we leave, but till we leave
Keep holding me tight
Through the last dance, each beat of the last dance
And save me the first dance in your dreams tonight

“The Last Dance” by Frank Sinatra
But I’ll still believe though there’s cracks you’ll see,
When I’m on my knees I’ll still believe,
And when I’ve hit the ground, neither lost nor found,
If you’ll believe in me I’ll still believe
from “Holland Road” by Mumford and Sons

With skin too tight and eyes like marbles
You spin me high so watch me as I glide
Before I tumble homeward, homeward

I know I’ve tried I was not stable
And flawed by pride I miss my sanguine eyes
So hold my hands up
Breathe in and breathe out

So love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light

"Lover of the Light,"  Babel by Mumford & Sons. And if you want a good cry, watch this music video starring and directed by Idris Elba 
But I like to think
I can cheat it all
To make up for the times I’ve been cheated on
And it’s nice to know
When I was left for dead
I was found and now I don’t roam these streets
I am not the ghost you are to me.
from “Carry On,” Some Nights by FUN.
This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype - save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style.
from “Some Nights” by FUN.