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The City Is Calling Lyrics
the city is calling
everybody is searching for the keys
to all the prisons that the cruel and kind intention can create
the boys and girls of winter gather at the end of November
to drink the drops of joys and sorrows from each others dripping trees
all of life's secrets are in your branches
make sure it's the truth before you write it down kids
stare at the kiss-marks on a spiderman notebook
waxy sweetness, to explore every degree of your mental health
much better to pass into that other world
in the full glory of the passions that you found here
than to fade and wither with age
from watching the flickering light dim in the eyes of the living.
all of life's secrets are in your branches
make sure it's the truth before you write it down kids
stare at the kiss-marks on a spiderman notebook
to explore every degree of your mental health
save up all of your innocence and grow the ripe fruit
to explore every degree of your mental health
everybody is searching for the keys
to all the prisons that the cruel and kind intention can create
the boys and girls of winter gather at the end of November
to drink the drops of joys and sorrows from each others dripping trees
make sure it's the truth before you write it down kids
stare at the kiss-marks on a spiderman notebook
waxy sweetness, to explore every degree of your mental health
in the full glory of the passions that you found here
than to fade and wither with age
from watching the flickering light dim in the eyes of the living.
make sure it's the truth before you write it down kids
stare at the kiss-marks on a spiderman notebook
to explore every degree of your mental health
save up all of your innocence and grow the ripe fruit
to explore every degree of your mental health
Song Info
Submitted by
sendthestars On Apr 19, 2004
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lovely song
all of life's secrets are in your branches
Look at the third stanza:
"much better to pass into that other world in the full glory of the passions that you found here than to fade and wither with age from watching the flickering light dim in the eyes of the living."
That's from James Joyce's "The Dead." It's in Dubliners. It's on the last page of the story, and it is among the most beautiful thing I've ever read in the English language.