Catalpa
Album - 11 novembre 2003 - Debaser id 81594

Some people say you got a psychadelic presense

Shinin in the park with a bioluminescense

Down these city streets I see you comin'

From afar and I know



In this world ain't nobody's

Got the shine like you

Got to shine in this world

Ain't nobody's got the shine

Like you got to shine

In this world



Nobody sings like Mary Sue Bell

Nobody prays like Willie MacTell

Nobody walks a mile in my stolen shoes like I do



In this world ain't nobody's

Got the shine like you

Got to shine in this world

Ain't nobody's got the shine

Like you got to shine

In this world



I still miss my lonesome lover

And I cain't find no single other

To take his empty place in my heart of hearts

I told him



In this world ain't nobody's

Got the shine like you

Got to shine in this world

Ain't nobody's got the shine

Like you got to shine

In this world



The ghost of Shakespeare's on the street

Corderoy hat layin at his feet

Howlin in the harp these dirty city blues fallin hard



In this world ain't nobody's

Got the shine like you

Got to shine in this world

Ain't nobody's got the shine

Like you got to shine

In this world



Zora Neale Hurston told her story

And they kicked her out of new york city

Just like jesus christ in gallilee like I said



In this world ain't nobody's

Got the shine like you

Got to shine in this world

Ain't nobody's got the shine

Like you got to shine

In this world



Some people say I got a psychadelic presense

Shinin' in the park with a bioluminescense

Down these city streets I see you comin'

From afar, and I know

Ain't nobody's got the shine

Like you got to shine in this world

Ain't nobody's got the shine

Like you got to shine in this world.

( Words by W.B. Yeats, Music by Brian Miller )

I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
I Cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread

And when white moths were on the wing
And moth-like stars were flickering out
I dropped a berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout

When I had laid it on the floor
And went to blow the fire aflame
And something rustled on the floor
And something called me by my name
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossoms in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And vanished in the brightening air

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hand

And walk through long green dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
And the golden apples of the sun

Broken by the silence
That echoed in my heart
I couldn't help waving
When the waves rushed my way
And the world tilted over
I saw in my dreams
Things aren't the way
I hoped they would be

You are so kind to be civilized
Don't think that I haven't noticed
'Cause I've been too sad to think
And too sick to care
But someday I'll meet you in the cold midnight air

I've been a ghost in houses I've loved
I've been a stranger to heaven above
But as for the world below
This is the one I know
My poor beloved home.

You are so kind to be civilized
Don't think that I haven't noticed
I've been too sad to think
And too sick to care
But someday I'll meet you in the cold midnight air

I've been a ghost in houses I've loved
I've been a stranger to heaven above
But as for the world below
This is the one I know
My poor beloved home.