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The WriterThere's a man who lives in the cityA brownstone apartment blockSitting at midnight at his deskAnd waiting for inspiration to knockFor this man is a writerWho creates, (and is truly a sage)Not numbers, or objects that you can touchBut printed words on the pageHis characters take more life than himHis settings vivid and realBut the man is a pale shadowFeels no verve or zealBut such is the life of the writerWho pours out his soul and gives it a nameBinds it in paper and sells it awayAs his tiger heart grows tameAnd all this man wishesIs to feel the touch of something aliveA woman, perhaps, or a child or a petSomething to help him surviveBut we know he'll never get itIf he continues to writeIt'll throw him off and steal his careerAnd shove him from the limelightThere are others like him out thereMillions of struggling women and menKindred spirits, tortured soulsSlaving with the paper and penBut maybe they'll get redemptionA reward for what amounts to zero"Hail
Beautiful NoiseCome, let us make beautiful noise,You and I in harmony.Let us write songs in the key of joy;Sing ballads to ecstasy.Come, let us make beautiful noise -You on the fiddle, I on the guitar.We'll sing songs of treasures great and small,Of lands near and far!Come, let us make beautiful noise!We'll escape to the mountains where we'll be free;Or the ocean, where we'll sing shanties,Prayers to grandfather Sea.Come, let us make beautiful noise.You don't need fame or skill,For all happy fools can sing a song;There's music where there's a will.Come and make beautiful noise with me.
Open Your EyesThere was a race of peopleWho had never seen the sunWho sat in cold, dark caves all dayEach and every oneBut a young man chanced upon themWho's skin glowed like unworldly skiesHe said, "You don't have to hide anymore!Get up and open your eyes!"There was a great spaceshipA tomb drifting between the starsIt's people had never been outsideAnd counted their lives in hours.But a wise man found them driftingWho had heard both truth and liesAnd said, "There's a whole world out there!Fly free and open your eyes!"There was an ancient religionWho's followers were shunned wherever they wentGood people they were, but still they were hatedPeople screamed at them, "Repent!"But a great man was born among themAnd as to heaven he did riseHe said, "There is no limit to what you do!Reach out and open your eyes!"