I always felt I was scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to get a song together.
And sometimes when the night is slow The wretched and the meek We gather up our hearts and go A Thousand Kisses Deep.
The candles burned The moon went down The polished hill The milky town Transparent, weightless, luminous Uncovering the two of us On that fundamental ground Where love’s unwilled, unleashed, unbound And half the perfect world is found.
And most people have a woman in their heart, most men have a woman in their heart and most women have a man in their heart.
Rust rust rust in the engines of love and time.
And I had not much of a voice. I didn’t play that great guitar either.
I want history to jump on Canada’s spine with sharp skates.
Some say that no one ever leaves Montreal, for that city, like Canada itself, is designed to preserve the past, a past that happened somewhere else.
What were the bodies like on the beach? Ugly and white and ruined by offices.
The Maestro says it’s Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you’re waiting for the miracle to come.
May everyone live, And may everyone die. Hello, my love, And my love, Goodbye.
Your body will never be familiar.
You win a while, and then it’s done – Your little winning streak.
I’m planning a catastrophe.
A heavy burden lifted from my soul, I heard that love was out of my control.
Dear Hitler Take away the torches I’m not guilty I had to have this.
Coroner’s inquest: death by drowning. And he hasn’t been to the sea-shore in ten years.
I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.
You who build these altars now to sacrifice these children, you must not do it anymore. A scheme is not a vision and you never have been tempted by a demon or a god .
The wars they will be fought again The holy dove be caught again bought and sold and bought again; the dove is never free.