Lyrics:
still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me
I'm branded on my feet i have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's
Too dead for dreaming
Hey! Mr
For what it's worth
For what it's worth
You were my backbone when
My body ached with weariness
And you were my hometown when
My heart was filled
and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to bareness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There,
to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
to the bones
But I've got mein hunger anyway
I'm on a Gramme Friday
I work and eat spontaneous
Enter the house of weariness
It's Fastnet
Look out
Look
to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
frightened
I see that you smile through weariness
But there is not much else enlightened
Well, that's a question down to time
You lift me up when I know
In my weariness...
[Claude Mckay: "If We Must Die."]
[June Jordan: "In Memoriam: Martin Luther King Jr."]
[Etheridge Knight: "Hard Rock
troubling what be troubling
What be troubling you
We are love and the future we stand in the midst of fury and weariness
Who dreams of joy and radiance?
to stand, but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to bareness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There,
and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to bareness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There,
to the bones
But I've got mein hunger anyway
I'm on a Gramme Friday
I work and eat spontaneous
Enter the house of weariness
It's Fastnet
Look out
Look
to the bones
But I've got mein hunger anyway
I'm on a Gramme Friday
I work and eat spontaneous
Enter the house of weariness
It's Fastnet
Look out
Look
frightened
I see that you smile through weariness
But there is not much else enlightened
Well, that's a question down to time
You life me up when I know
a weariness down in the bone
I used to ride it like a rolling stone
Now I just carry it alone
There's a highway risin' from my dreams
Deep in the heart I know
to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Still, something's changed, I hate to admit it
I ain't been the same since you came around
My mind is swollen from the weariness
Wish you'd never
Your presence, God, it has no place,
Pain has no place, disease has no place, sickness has no place
Weariness has no place, depression has no place
In
the stars
With weariness and love
I spent long nights waiting
For Theseus to come
It's not happening no more
It's not happening no more
I am
to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
pen and paper in my hand
I began to tell you every heartache
Every way I suffered for you sake
But the weariness I could not stand
I fell sleeping
boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times
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