Evil
Zogen seine traume mit
Und ihn storte nicht der staub auf seinen wegen
Denn die hoffnung trug ihn seinem ziel entgegen
Und die sonne spaniens warmte ihm das herz
Auf der strasse nach Madrid
Dachte er bei jedem schritt
Diese freiheit wird ihm nie mehr jemand nehmen
Und fur das, was er tut, wird er sich nie schamen
Und die armut wird ihn nie mehr wiederseh'n
Denn er wird immer weitergeh'n
An einem kalten morgen nahm er seine sachen
Er sagte nicht adios, warf keinen blick zuruck
Er sah die sonne uber'm blauen meer erwachen
Er w
Cherry Tree
[ Robert Buck/Natalie Merchant ]
Over your shoulder, please don't mind me
if my eyes have fallen onto your magazine
for I've been watching and wondering
why your face is changing with every line you read.
All those lines and circles, to me, a mystery.
Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me.
If she would be wonderful, but my pride is in the way.
I cannot read to save my life, I'm so ashamed to say.
I live in silence, afraid to speak
of my life of darkness because I cannot read.
For all those lines and circles, to me, a mystery.
Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me.
If she could it would be wonderful.
Then I wouldn't need someone else's eyes to see what's in front of me.
No one guiding me.
It makes me humble to be so green
at what every kid can do when he learns A to Z,
but all those lines and circles just frighten me
and I fear that I'll be trampled if you don't reach for me.
Before I run I'll have to take a fall.
And then pick myself up, so slowly I'll devour every one of those books in the Tower of Knowledge.