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How many mothers must mourn?

November 28, 2009

Iran could leave Nuclear Treaty

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A song before it’s time, and filmed not in Russia…mmmmmmmmmmmmm

In the heat of the night
In the heat of the day
When I close my eyes
When I look your way
When I meet the fear that lies inside
When I hear you say
In the heat of the moment
Say, say, say
Some day, some day, some day – Dominion
Come a time
Some day, some day, some day – Dominion
Some say prayers
Some say prayers
I say mine
In the light of the fact
On the lone and level
Sand stretch far away
In the heat of the action
In the settled dust
Hold hold and say
In the meeting of mined
Down in the streets of shame
In the betting of names on gold to rust
In the land of the blind
Be…King, king, king, king
Some day, some day, some day – Dominion
Come a time
Some day, some day, some day – Dominion
Some say prayers
Some say prayers
I say mine
Some day, some day, some day – Dominion
Some say prayers
Some say prayers
I say mine
In the heat of the night
in the heat of the day
When I close my eyes
When I look your way
When I meet the fear that lies inside
When I hear you say
In the heat of the moment
Say, say, say
Some day, some day, some day – Dominion
Some say prayers
Some say prayers
I say mine
I say mine
I say mine
We serve an old moan in a dry season
A lighthouse keeper in the desert sun
Dreamers of sleepers and white treason
We dream of rain and the history of the gun
There’s a lighthouse in the middle of Prussia
A white house in a red square
I’m living in films for the sake of Russia
A Kino Runner for the DDR
And the fifty-two daughters of the revolution
Turn the gold to chrome
Gift … nothing to lose
Stuck inside of Memphis with the mobile home, sing:
Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother Russia rain down down down
Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother Russia rain down

Artistic people are the vanguards of things to come….and everyone always wonders….what is it that they know? They really know nothing….they just create!

In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt
In this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom
In the wake of this ship of fools I’m falling further down
If you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home…..

CHORUS
I hear you calling Marian
Across the water, across the wave
I hear you calling Marian
Can you hear me calling you to
Save me, save me, save me from the
Grave…
Marian

Marian, there’s a weight above me
And the pressure is all too strong
To breathe deep
Breathe long and hard
To take the water down and go to sleep
To sink still further
Beneath the fatal wave
Marian I think I’m drowning
This sea is killing me

CHORUS

Was ich kann und was ich konnte
(What I can do and what I could do)
Weiss ich gar nicht mehr
(I just don’t know anymore)
Gib mir wieder etwas schönes
(Give me something beautiful again)
Zieh mich aus dem Meer
(Drag me from the sea)
Ich höre dich rufen, Marian
(I hear you calling Marian)
Kannst du mich schreien hören
(Can you hear me calling?)
Ich bin hier allein
(I am here alone)
Ich höre dich rufen, Marian
(I hear you calling Marian)
Ohne deine hilfe verliere ich mich in diessem Ort
(Without your help I am lost in this place)

CHORUS
[repeat Marian til end]

What’s up with this? My mother asked me tonight, “Are we OK, are you going to call us, are you going to call and talk about politics?” I said, “Yes mom, I will, there was just no time to cry.”

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