Don’t worry about time. It exists with or without you. Time is nobody you know and everyone you’ve met. With time, you’ll win a heart. You’ll sing a pure and true song and the heart will bloom, making new hearts, like little rosebuds on the bramble, on the tumbleweeds of time. Soon after, the memories will follow along after the heart, and then you’ll have love to take you far off into the beyond.
In the beyond, you’ll be in the right place at just the right time. You are where you’re meant to be. Just follow the beats, move to the measures, your body will remember the movements you learned long ago, that one time you thought nobody was watching but that everyone remembers.
We are all as one there, alive with each push of the jukebox button, animated with each flash of a gawking lens, present at the party where the dancers are the music makers, wearing grooves into the floor, into the very fabric of space and time, watching your feet as the words appear, I CAN LIVE FOREVER.
Masterclass in musicianship, love it! Saw you in Guelph last time you came through, superb show. My wife and I couldn't help ourselves, danced to your tribute to Mr. Lightfoot, whished we had our dance shoes on.
Guys, you are all allowed to not like this song,. but when you walk dangerously close to saying stuff like: "All Inuit peoples music sucks" then maybe think of what you are going to write. Tanya Tagaq is an Inuit throat singer, and that is the style most of her music is in.
Drifting on a summer's night Drinking that good old gin Thinking about her pretty face And how she dragged me in Her love is like the daffodils That buds in the month of May As quickly as it does bloom Fades so fast away She gave such lovely glances My heart away was gone She charmed away my senses And loved me till the dawn She left me in the morning Nearly half past nine She waited till the clouds did weep To tell me she'd never be mine How happy are the hours of love How quickly they do die My father warned me of that girl But listen did not I Some folks love to fish And others like to bowl I loved that girl but now she's gone To travel this world o'er To travel this world o'er (to travel this world o'er)