Experience The Divine

the rose


Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed

Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.

And i am all alone.
There is no one here beside me.
And my problems have all gone.
There is no one to deride me.

But you got to have friends.
The feeling's oh so strong.
You got to have friends
To make that day last long.

I had some firends but they're gone,
Somethin' came and took them away.
And from the dusk 'til the dawn
Here is where i'll stay.

Standing at the end of the road, boys,
Waiting for my new friends to come.
I don't care if i'm hungry or poor,
I'm gonna get me some of them.

'cause you got to have friends.
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, friends.
That's right you, oh you, yeah you,
I said you gotta have some friends,
I'm talkin' about friends, that's right, friends.
Friends, friends, friends.

I had some firends, oh, but they're all gone, gone,
Someone came and snatched them away.
And from the dusk until the very dawn, you know,
Here is where i gotta stay, here is where i gotta stay.

And i'm standing at the end of a real long road
And i'm waiting for my new friends to come.
I don't care if i'm hungry or freezin' cold,
I'm gonna get me some of them.

'cause you gotta have friends,
That's right, friends, friends.
I gotta me my, i gotta me my, i gotta me my,
Look around and see all of my friends.
Oh, friends, that's right, friends, friends,
Friends, friends, friends, friends, oh,
Friends, you gotta have friends . . .

He was a famous trumpet man from out chicago way.
He had a boogie style that no one else could play.
He was the top man at his craft,
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft.
He's in the army now. he's blowin' reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company b.

They made him blow a bugle for his uncle sam.
It really brought him down because he could not jam.
The captain seemed to understand,
Because the next day the cap' went out and drafted the band.
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company b.

A root, a toot, a toodlie-a-da-toot.
He blows it eight to the bar in boogie rhythm.
He can't blow a note unless a bass and guitar
Is playin' with him.
And the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company b.

He was some boogie woogie bugle boy of company b.
And when he played his boogie woogie bugle
He was busy as a busy bee.
And when he played he made the company jump eight to the bar.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company b.

Andata toodliata-toodliata toot toot
He blows it eight to the bar.
He can't blow a note if a bass and guitar
Isn't with him.
And the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company b.

He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night,
And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright.
They clap their hands and stamp their feet,
'cause they know how it goes when someone gives him a beat.
Woah, woah, he wakes 'em up when he plays reveille.
The boogie woogie bugle boy of company b.

A root, a toot, a toodli-a-da to toot toot toot
He's blowin' eight to the bar.
Yeah, he can't blow a note if a bass and guitar
Isn't, woah, with him.
And the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company b

We had an apartment in the city.
Me and my husband liked living there.
It's been years since the kids have grown,
A life of their own, left us alone.

John and linda live in omaha.
Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost davy in the korean war.
I still don't know what for, don't matter any more.

You know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder every day,
But old people, they just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say,
"hello in there. hello"

Me and my husband, we don't talk much anymore.
He sits and stares through the backdoor screen.
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream
That we've both seen.

Someday i'll go and call up judy.
We worked together at the factory.
Ah, but what would i say when she asks what's new?
Say, "nothing, what's with you?
Nothing much to do."

You know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder every day,
Ah, but old people, they just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say,
"hello in there. hello."

So if you're walking down the street sometime
And you should spot some hollow ancient eyes,
Don't you pass them by and stare
As if you didn't care.
Say, "hello in there. hello."

From a distance the world looks blue and green,
And the snow-capped mountains white.
From a distance the ocean meets the stream,
And the eagle takes to flight.

From a distance, there is harmony,
And it echoes through the land.
It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace,
It's the voice of every man.

From a distance we all have enough,
And no one is in need.
And there are no guns, no bombs, and no disease,
No hungry mouths to feed.

From a distance we are instruments
Marching in a common band.
Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace.
They're the songs of every man.
God is watching us. god is watching us.
God is watching us from a distance.

From a distance you look like my friend,
Even though we are at war.
From a distance i just cannot comprehend
What all this fighting is for.

From a distance there is harmony,
And it echoes through the land.
And it's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves,
It's the heart of every man.

It's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves.
This is the song of every man.
And god is watching us, god is watching us,
God is watching us from a distance.
Oh, god is watching us, god is watching.
God is watching us from a distance.

Walking along the beach last night
Who do you think i spy?
A girl with ebony fire eyes.
Soft and low do she cry.
Now what could be such a source of pain?
I so boldly inquire.
Pointing finger havana way,
These three words which transpire:

She told me that only in miami
Is cuba so far away.
Only in miami.
My story, she goes this way.
Fish may fly through the purple keys,
Golden birds take to air.
I am bound to the earth, it seems.
My life can be so unfair.
Only in miami
Is cuba so far away.
Only in miami
Is cuba so far away.

Standing on the shoreline waiting,
Everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in miami
Is cuba so far away.

And she cries for her child without a mother.
And she cries for her son without a father.
And she cries for herself without a lover.
Can't face another day.
Chase the blues away.
I thought i heard her mumble as she
Turned away:

Only in miami
Is cuba so far away.
Only in miami
Is cuba so far away.

Standing on the shoreline waiting,
Everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in miami
Is cuba so far away.
Only in miami
Is cuba so far away.
Only in miami
Is cuba so,
Only in miami
Is cuba so,
Only in miami
Ba cuba so,
Standing on the shoreline waiting,
Everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in miami
Is cuba so far away.
Standing on the shoreline waiting,
Everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in miami
Is cuba so far away.
Standing on the shoreline waiting,
Everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in miami
Is cuba so far away.
Standing on the shoreline waiting,
Everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in miami
Is cuba so far away . . .

Johnny: "okay. and once again, here's bette midler."

Bette: "well, you know, when they asked me to come on and . . . i can't believe it! the last, the last guest. the last fool mr. carson will have to suffer gladly. you are the wind beneath m
Gs. oh, well he is."

Quarter to three. there's no one in the place
Except you and me.
So set 'em up, joe. got a little story
I think you should know.

We're drinkin', my friend, to the end
Of a sweet episode.
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road.

Got the routine. so drop another nickel
In the machine.
Oh, gee, i'm feelin' so bad. wish you'd make the music
So dreamy and sad.

You could tell me a lot. but it's not
In a gentleman's code.
Let's make it one for my baby
And one more for the road.

You may not know it,
But buddy you're a kind of poet.
And you've had a lot of things to say.
And when i'm gloomy
You always listen to me,
Until it's talked away.

Well, that's how it goes.
And john i know you're getting
Anxious to close.
So, thanks for the cheer.
I hope you didn't mind me
Bending your ear.

For all of the years,
For the laughs, for the tears,
For the class that you showed,
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road.
That long long road.

Johhny: "thank you, bette. ah."