Don’t be so closed against this world_
you ought to communicate your emotions and bring your dreams forth.
Got to realize this world is yours_
got to break the silence : we need to talk.
Yet there are different sorts of silence – and the silence, if there is,
is a music in itself since there’s always a sound that prevails.
And literature or poetry, or painting or any kind of Art,
is a music in itself – we’re all-kind of- minstrels in a boat.
Sailing away on a fancy sea, sailing away on our self-made dreams,
a thousand dreams and I bet at least a million more !
Reflecting our imagination, our wishes, our thoughts.
Don’t be so closed against your own world_
you ought to communicate your feelings and cast your fears out.
Got to realize this world is ours_
got to break the silence : we need to talk.
Yet there are different kinds of people – and one for each, I hope,
some smooth pattern, that’s the rhythm of our souls.
Each has to ride for a lifetime, pilgrim on the run,
search one and every corner until you’ve found the one.
Sailing away on a fancy sea, sailing away on your self-made dreams,
a thousand opportunities, and I bet a million more !
‘Til you’ve found the road that leads you to the sun.
So down on yourself, so far from the crowd,
you can feel passion burn inside you - you refuse to get out
of your own shell, the blood in your veins is turning to ice
you would like to smash it but you can’t
mend the hurts that hurt your brain.
But here it comes such as a sweet refrain…
Don’t be so closed against this world_
you’re not the victim, there’ve been others before !
Got to realize the world isn’t solely yours_
all of your friends are longing to hear you talk.
Yet you may think you’re someone special, I admit you ain’t wrong,
everyone’s special in his own mind, you sure need some special help.
For certain there’ll be someone, at least as good as you are,
to bring some cheer & light in your one-way life.
you ought to communicate your emotions and bring your dreams forth.
Got to realize this world is yours_
got to break the silence : we need to talk.
Yet there are different sorts of silence – and the silence, if there is,
is a music in itself since there’s always a sound that prevails.
And literature or poetry, or painting or any kind of Art,
is a music in itself – we’re all-kind of- minstrels in a boat.
Sailing away on a fancy sea, sailing away on our self-made dreams,
a thousand dreams and I bet at least a million more !
Reflecting our imagination, our wishes, our thoughts.
Don’t be so closed against your own world_
you ought to communicate your feelings and cast your fears out.
Got to realize this world is ours_
got to break the silence : we need to talk.
Yet there are different kinds of people – and one for each, I hope,
some smooth pattern, that’s the rhythm of our souls.
Each has to ride for a lifetime, pilgrim on the run,
search one and every corner until you’ve found the one.
Sailing away on a fancy sea, sailing away on your self-made dreams,
a thousand opportunities, and I bet a million more !
‘Til you’ve found the road that leads you to the sun.
So down on yourself, so far from the crowd,
you can feel passion burn inside you - you refuse to get out
of your own shell, the blood in your veins is turning to ice
you would like to smash it but you can’t
mend the hurts that hurt your brain.
But here it comes such as a sweet refrain…
Don’t be so closed against this world_
you’re not the victim, there’ve been others before !
Got to realize the world isn’t solely yours_
all of your friends are longing to hear you talk.
Yet you may think you’re someone special, I admit you ain’t wrong,
everyone’s special in his own mind, you sure need some special help.
For certain there’ll be someone, at least as good as you are,
to bring some cheer & light in your one-way life.
Sailing away on a fancy sea, sailing away on your self-made dreams,
a thousand opportunities, and I bet a million more !
To lead you onto the way to the sun.
a thousand opportunities, and I bet a million more !
To lead you onto the way to the sun.
March, 28th 2000.
© 2000 Matt Oehler
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