Ride-by David Sylvian

Messages ran all over town
Words without sound
Condemned me
And left me for dead
All over again
It wasn't the first time, but this time
Things will never be the same

Ride, ride the very thought into the ground
In the church of the lost and found
The angels cry
Ride, ride until the darkness closes in
Until the ravaged soul begins
To reflect the open skies, ride




The chapel was burned
Razed to the ground
From the darkest of clouds
Small birds tumbled like rain
Time and again
You may go charging at windmills
In these days
Absurdities never change

Ride, ride the very thought into the ground
In the church of the lost and found
The angels cry
Ride, ride until the darkness closes in
Until the ravaged soul begins
To reflect the open skies, ride

In the thick of the woods
The word is taboo
In the darkest of continents
Light can deceive you

Ride, saddle up your thoughts and run to ground
In this world of lost and found
The eagles fly, ride

Josero says:Tomorrow was my Yesterday. Why the infatuation with Mr. Sylvian?. Haven't heard anybody like him, and haven't heard and read anybody with so much transparency on the fragility of human nature ias he does in his Lyrics. His music, by some considered simple, perhaps under some standards, reveal a fearless attitude toward adventurous experiments in composition. One has the feeling that he's talking directly to you when you hear his music. Yes, I know it sounds cliche, but it's true. Just when my hopes of one day, bumping into him in NH where I live, as he was living not to far from me, I found out that he moved back to London and spends some time in New York City as well...
bummer, how many times we crossed paths in our very own cars, or visited the same coffee shops, without me noticing he was around??....the ever elusive David........but it's ok.......only him can pull out something like that..
Godspeed my friend...