Lyrics from Walk To Delphi Walk To Delphi I shall know why when tides flow over and rivers run dry she's my searchlight the light of lights shines in her eye she will tell me of Peter's solace I will wander on his road and my sorrow will wash away I can see it now If I discover what solemn face I've called in prayer I will love her my pilgrim steps will take me there You can tell me - I'm no Doubting Thomas will my luck carry me through Hell? and my sorrow be washed away Can you tell me how? She said a woman or a girl can change a man but not so that he'd understand I shall know why ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Out Of The Earth Out of the earth at which you spade funeral laborers tired and done out of your straining, naked bones out of your muscles, torn and frayed tell me what harvest do you win? slaves, snatched from the farmer's ground who is the farmer, drives this round? pull the farmer down Out in the unknown land we meet breaking ground that has hardened as one Into the earth our spade drives home under our bleeding, naked feet tell me what harvest do you win? slaves, snatched from the farmer's ground who is the farmer, drives this round? pull the farmer down ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Living In Confusion And he's walking on the water and he's living in disgrace and you think that he just doesn't care he's a little out of place he's a tightrope walker he's a deep sea diver he's a nine to fiver living in confusion He could take time to know his place he could really set things right but the way that he's going he can't take that first step though he tries with all his might something good will come his way he will see it, he aint blind but it remains to be seen if he'll pay it any mind living in confusion With his love he's just a boy or an old man, not caring anymore but it's not easy to take a stand with the sound of a voice or the touch of a hand he's a foolish lover he's an errand boy he may yet discover he's living in confusion words and music by D. Schramm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Letdown Later It's the same numbers now you see it's the same sane security send it all off to a lockup with your name and it's easier to say you're not the one to blame and it's a letdown later when everything's did and done it's a letdown later You see it in their eyes it's the same, it's the same, it's the same there's no one left to take the papers in then the soothsayer says "Now there's an easy prey..." But it's all the same to him and it's a letdown later these sad things have all sad ends it's a letdown later words and music by D. Schramm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It's Not What She Wants Bring it along carry your kindness here to me stay if you're going sleep if on waking you find it's not what you want let the darkness hold me and the light from a dawn come slowly but quick if it holds you speak if in silence you mean it's not what you want stay all you want just put your locket on my gate and hold the key words and music by D. Schramm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ He Has Got a Gun He has got a gun he can deal with anyone let them get some other one he has got a gun He'll hear only cheers that's the sound of History Brixton calls to Washington with his Remington Then Stephen takes his blade and drives it down, cause he's afraid I loved when you'd walk I loved when you'd walk then you walked away from me then you walked away I hear yesterday and the sounds that stay with me mix up love and charity shade the little I've learned And when the bodies' found the tears come down, but not a sound These days it's a battlefield a sullen stare and a look to kill love long in the making fell in silence to deep to fill He's kind, but he's not like me he wears his troubles awkwardly but new love brings him easy grace and a smile to his face and when the siren sounds... words and music by D. Schramm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Way Some People Die It wasn't more than a minute that first one was the test he was listening but I don't think he heard the rest it was easy to fall, but not easy to take a stand with the sound of a voice or the touch of a hand. Everyone's heard the reasons why a kid will let the poison creep inside if he says he wasn't scared, you know he lied. the way some people die. He doesn't think of tomorrow and he seldom looks back when he did he saw failure and a future so black so he sees himself through sad eyes that never caught the look of love he'll never see what he's given up Everyone's heard the reasons why a kid will let the poison creep inside if he says he wasn't scared, you know he lied. the way some people die. You might think he's a victim but he just thinks it's a blast it's not the question - it's who you ask Then the bullets flied on Friday and you're never gonna see him a again it wasn't love that did him in Everyone's heard the reasons why a kid will let the poison creep inside if he says he wasn't scared, you know he lied. the way some people die. words and music by D. Schramm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Number Nineteen The original lyric, from a poem by Emily Dickinson: I cautious scanned my little life, I winnowed what would fade From what would last till heads like mine Should be a-dreaming laid. I put the latter in a barn, The former blew away - I went one winter morning, And lo! my priceless hay Was not upon the "scaffold", Not upon the "beam", And from a thriving farmer A cynic I became. Whether a thief did it - Whether it was the wind - Whether Deity 's guiltless My business is to find. So I began to ransack - How is it, Heart, with thee? Art thou within the little barn Love provided thee? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Of All The Souls Of all the souls that stand Create- I have elected - One when sense from spirit files away and subterfuge is done when that which is and that which was apart - intrinsic - stand. And this brief tragedy of flesh is shifted like a sand. when figures show their royal front and mists are carved away behold the atom I preferred to all the lists of clay. lyric from a poem by Emily Dickinson (PD), music by D. Schramm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ all songs published by Hot Stove Music, BMI/ Door-Man Music, BMI