Origin of stars

I think we are going down 

When the city rise, when the ocean rise 

I think we are going down 

So I hold on to you 

And I hold on to you 

And I h-h-h-h-h…. 

I think God is breathing in 

And if you didn’t believe 

Well you better now 

Because I think we’re going down 

But I don’t know 

So I hold on to you 

And I hold on to you 

And I h-h-h-h-h…. 

Your hands on my hips 

I say, “Do you believe 

that God is in our pleasure?” 

You know I believe, I believe, I believe 

And the rhythm is good 

And the rhythm is good 

When I hold…. 

And the birds sing 

When my baby cries 

And the whole world is a song 

And the wind blows 

When my baby sighs 

And the whole worlds is a song 

And my baby keeps a beat 

When he’s walking down the street 

And the rhythm is good 

And the rhythm is good 

And the rhythm is good 

When I h-h-h-h-h-h hold on to you! 

But I think we’re going down 

I hear the trumpet call and the marching band 

I think we’re going down 

When the colours flash by so fast 

And I think God is breathing in 

And if you didn’t believe, well you better now 

Do you believe? Do you believe?  

Do you believe that God is in our pleasure? 

You know I believe, I believe, I believe 

And the rhythm is Good 

And the rhythm is Good 

And the rhythm is Good 

When I h-h-h-h-h-h- hold on to you!

The ridge, the jump, 

The foolish flight 

To loose is to be free 

To be free is to jump 

You, you say you hope  

I find what I’m looking for 

I’m hungry 

What I looked for I lost 

Now I’m free 

And the flight 

And he wind 

And the joyful speed 

To loose is to be free 

To be free is to jump 

And the birds do it, too 

And the clouds just float 

And the song just flies 

If they can do it why can’t I? 

I run to the ridge I jump 

And the waterfall don’t fear it 

And the rain just falls 

And the tears just cry 

If they can do it why can’t I? 

I run to the ridge I jump 

The ridge, the jump,  

The long drop down 

To loose is to be free 

To be free is to jump

I, I hope I find what I’m looking for 

I’m pleading 

Please, kiss me, 

Give me that falling feeling 

And the flight 

And the wind 

And the joyful speed 

To loose is to be free 

To be free is to jump 

There has been an eruption 

A cosmic combustion 

A sonic defunction – wow! 

There has been a glitch 

A big-bang hitch 

A lightning fist 

And pow! 

And I don’t know what I’ll do 

No I don’t know what I’ll do – do you? 

There have been kisses 

Like sparks in the dark 

Like shooting stars – ping! 

Shiver and quiver 

Shake and quake 

You got that thing si sensualisé – ah hah! 

And I don’t know what I’ll do 

You’ve got that look in your eye don’t you? Don’t you? 

Look up! Haze and glow 

Sunset: Toronto 

Something has died 

What I don’t know 

The love the hope 

The shine the glow 

Oh no! What will we do? 

It’s the little deaths 

And the ruptures inside 

That ignite the atoms 

Make the molecules collide 

That keep us alive! 

There has been an eruption – pow! 

Who are you? 

Are you the nape of your neck? 

Or your hot breat? 

Baby go to sleep 

And let me see 

All there is to see 

When you don’t know I’m looking 

Don’t be afraid 

Who are you? 

Are you your good deeds? 

Or your pretty ideas? 

Take off your clothes 

And let me know 

All there is to know 

When you can’t hide 

Don’t be ashamed 

Who are you? 

Are you that look in your eye? 

Or your wildest dream? 

Baby turn your back 

And trust me 

And let me watch you 

When you don’t know I’m looking 

Don’t be afraid 

You’re like the wolf 

In the naked tundra 

You stop dead in your tracks 

When you sense the invisible eye 

You’re like the bird 

In the hush of the woods 

You choke on your song 

When you sense the invisible ear 

Will you trust me, pretty baby? 

Let me watch you  

When you don’t know I’m looking 

Oh the ghost of me when it’s you, just you 

Who are you? 

Are you the memories you kept 

Of the places you went? 

Baby forget all the words they said 

Let me see you before they ever spoke 

Don’t even think 

Who am I? 

Am I my passed loves?

Or the way I kiss? 

Baby wash me clean 

In the ocean of your dreams 

And I’ll swim there as if you ain’t looking 

I’m not ashamed 

I’m like the moon  

Above the earth 

A billion people 

I sense their invisible eyes 

I’m like the storm 

And the whistling song 

All the boys and girls 

I sense their invisible ears 

But I trust you, pretty baby 

And I’ll let you watch me 

When I don’t know your looking 

Oh, the ghost of you 

Can you hear this song? 

Well, it’s me, just me.  

Saying who are you? Who? 

We’ll come, you’ll see 

The spring and me 

Gold and green 

Sun and leaf 

But not rebirth  

When we coax the earth 

Singing try, try again 

For another season 

You know we bring the sun 

Now drink it, drink it, mmm 

When the flowers reach 

Do you reach, too? 

Gold touch green 

When I reach, reach, when I reach 

For you, you, you 

Something restless 

Something river over rock 

When I move like water 

With the freedom spring brought 

And we go where we please 

The river and me

Singing try, try again 

For another season 

You know we bring the rain 

Now drink it, drink it, mmm 

When the river rise 

Do you rise, too? 

River touch sky 

Why I rise, rise, when I rise 

For you, you, you 

We’ll come, you’ll see 

The spring and me 

The wind we’re riding 

You’ve got to listen for me 

And we’ll go where we please 

And we’ll do what we please 

Singing, “try, try again, 

for another season.” 

When the forest hum 

Do you hum, too 

Bud touch bloom 

When I hum, hum, when I hum 

the Birdsong, Birdsong, Birdsong 

Storm tonight and this house creaks 

Like a rockabye, a lullaby 

Trying to scare me to sleep 

I say, “Oh wind, won’t you soothe and sing 

Won’t you tussle and tease as you weave through the leaves 

And plant a nice dream inside a tired, tired head.” 

You sound so eerie while whistling across the sea 

To the highlands, to the lowlands 

To my house in between 

And you come to my window make it clatter and creak 

No rockabye, no lullaby, trying to scare me to sleep 

Well, I’ve got no one here to keep me warm 

You know I almost let you in 

But I was out of my mind that night 

‘Cause you’re a wicked, wicked wind 

And you shake my house  

And you quake my house 

Oh you make her groan, groan, groan, groan 

Making sweet love to her 

Makes me feel so alone

And I shiver and I quiver 

I pull the sheets up to my chin 

I was out of my mind that night 

You know I almost let you in 

Come out to the valley 

My Tudor rose with your hair of fire 

You’ve got God on your side 

You’ve got God on your side 

It’s been three months now, maybe more 

And there are too many layers 

And so much lust‘ 

You’ve got to rip them off,  

Do what you must 

When you’ve got to have the Holy 

Inside, the Holy inside 

And then we sing like traitors 

We sing and I pray to you 

We sing because it feels good 

We sing now because later we may loose 

Come out to the valley 

You be the king and I’ll bow deeply 

You scream, “Be like the star, girl, be frigid; freeze!” 

You forget that I own nothing 

But for the love that I claimed on your body 

Where we sing like traitors 

Where we sing and we’re free 

Where we sing because it feels good 

Where we sing now, because later we may loose 

And then I left saying, “Fare thee well.” 

On the hottest of nights, darkest of hells 

And all that’s left is the sent on my skin 

The incense of the Holy I let in 

The Holy…. 

In through my toes, my ankles, my knees 

My thighs, my hips, my belly 

My breasts, my neck 

And my whole body 

Until we sing like traitors 

We sing because we’re free 

We sing because it feels good 

And we sing now because later we may loose 

Oh, Montmartre 

Je viens à toi 

Et je t’imagine en automne 

Avec tes jolies filles et tes beaux garçons 

Oh, Montmartre 

mmm… 

Oh, Montmartre 

Il y a une année 

où j’ai senti que je t’oubliais 

Alors, j’ai imaginé tes rues en pierres 

Tes ruelles d’aujourd’hui sont-elles 

les mêmes qu’hier? 

Et à Paris les lumières brillent 

Écoutez sous le vent l’oiseau si petit 

qui chante les ombres  

et les amours faillis 

sur les rues à Paris. 

Oh, Montmartre 

Parles-moi de Renoir 

qui marchait tes rues  

pendant les soirs 

sans dîner et sans argent 

lorsque les nuits deviennent 

plus foncées et froides.  

Et quand l’automne  

passé à l’hiver 

et la neige couvre  

toutes tes rues en pierres 

je te chanterai une chanson  

comme une prière 

pour le petit oiseau 

qui chante sous le vent 

qui chante des ombres 

et des amours faillis 

sur les rues à Paris.  

In a blackwind 

we were skywatchers 

and listeners of hissing leaves 

we were failures 

only human 

in a blackwind  

that silences song. 

In a blackwind 

I’m a skywatcher 

rocking in your body’s waves 

I’m a failure 

only human 

in a blackwind 

that silences song. 

And then you say 

Well you’ll fail 

like you want me to 

but you have dreams 

and fears too black 

for this song. 

So here are violets 

for thoughts of love 

and rue for repentance 

I’m no Ophelia 

though I’m human 

I won’t drown in song 

by the willow tree. 

In a blackwind 

we were skywatchers 

and listeners of hissing leaves 

we were failures 

only human 

in a blackwind  

that silences song. 

In a blackwind 

I’m a skywatcher 

rocking in Ophelia’s waves 

I’m a failure 

only human 

in a blackwind 

that silences song.