TRANSCRIPT
[Music]
Why is it hell to be honest? Why is it hell to be real? Why is it hell to go solo? Why is it hell to feel? One started all of the horror. One was the root and the cause. How do we get on a course that’s back to truth? And how did we get so lost?
The answers are so very simple. The answers are so very plain. The answers are such that a child could understand, and I will explain. So let me state them plainly, simply from my heart. It’s not hard to comprehend them. The hard part is not about hing mother, father, call culture, or state. It’s honoring the child that’s within you, your basic precious fate. It’s becoming your own parent. It’s becoming your own friend. Becoming your own mother as the means to this dear end.
And it’s hell because the world has gone crazy. So very few want to know, and those with the need to be honest can just feel all alone.
When the sunlight’s out of the valley and the sunlight’s off the lake, well, the water still keeps rolling and the coldest waves still break. ‘Cause I can hear it. I can hear it when I listen.
I can hear it when the sunlight’s out of the forest and the greens all fade to brown, and the birds all finish singing. Their heartbeats still make sound. ‘Cause I can hear it. I can hear it when I listen.
I can hear it when the distance separates us and the telephone lines are down, and there’s no one left to love me, keep me planted in the ground. I can hear it. I can hear it when I listen.
I can hear it when the morning air is freezing and the firewood is wet, and my blistered feet are frozen. I’ll make it homeward yet. ‘Cause I can hear it. I can hear it when I listen. I can hear it when I listen. I can hear it.
[Music]
There’s a land that I live in across the bridge from where I’ve come. There’s a land that I live in, and it separates me from some. There’s a land that I live in. It’s a world of life and love, a world joined up with others on a quest to open up, to heal and still to feel, all in a thousand different tongues.
And while the paths we take are each our own, they lead to a valley we call home. A common bond is one we forged while traveling alone and hungry, no companions but our guiding stars. The strength we hold is in our hearts. We can’t get torn apart ’cause the land beneath our feet has life, and our footsteps make our art.
There’s a land that I live in across the bridge from where I’ve come. I’ve come from blindness, fear, here in darkness to face the rising sun. I can’t go back, and I won’t go back ’cause I love my valley home, where the wind at night is cool and fresh, and the stars they guide me when I roam.
I want to be a happy face behind the glass in a pizza parlor, eating my pizza and laughing about the rain. I want to be a love musician, play my songs for all who listen, pick and sing from morning until night.
But I am sort of noncommittal. All my plans are weak and brittle, wandering through this raised and ravaged land. The only things I do with force? Write and play guitar, of course. Aside from that, I’m a feather in the wind.
I want to be a happy face behind the glass in a pizza parlor, eating my pizza, laughing about the rain. I want to be a love musician, play my songs for all who listen, pick and sing from morning until night.
I called for an apartment out in Brooklyn, but someone else was already looking. So I just shrugged and played some more guitar. But life has got some plans in store, and come a month, I’m out the door. So I had better kick this act in gear.
I want to be a happy face behind the glass in a pizza parlor, eating my pizza, laughing about the rain. I want to be a love musician, play my songs for all who listen, pick and sing from morning until night.
What’ll I turn into if I give in and go with the flow? Who’s going to want to spend their nights keeping me warm from the snow? How long can I deny my artistic side? How long can I deny my artistic side?
It’s a strange new bed in a strange new city to try and call my own. Any two sheets to squeeze between to stop me when I roam. It’s a struggle to play in the big leagues now that they’re phasing out the miners. It’s a struggle to play in the big leagues now that they’re phasing out the miners, bringing home the food and still feeding myself within. If that’s not just the struggle of life, then I don’t know what is.
How long can I deny my artistic side? How long can I deny my artistic side?
Sometimes I wonder when I turn out the lights if I’ll have the strength to keep on moving. And sometimes I wonder when the lights are low if the moon will keep on shining on me. And I feel my heart expanding. I know it beats, it’s beating strong. And I still wonder where my feet will be landing when tomorrow’s glow meets the rising dawn.
And I still wonder if I’ll keep on standing the whole night long, the whole night long. And I still wonder if I’ll keep on standing the whole night long, the whole night long.
They say the key is to be true, to be real and not to worry. They say that life is meant to be lived, embracing love along the way. And I feel my heart expanding. I know it beats, it’s beating strong. And I still wonder where my feet will be landing when tomorrow’s glow meets the rising dawn.
And I still wonder if I’ll keep on standing the whole night long, the whole night long. And I still wonder if I’ll keep on standing the whole night long, the whole night long.
But once I had myself a friend, a fine young girl, a strong young tree. But now it’s back to me again, myself alone and roaming free. And I feel my heart expanding. I know it beats, it’s beating strong. And I still wonder where my feet will be landing when tomorrow’s glow meets the rising dawn.
And I still wonder if I’ll keep on standing the whole night long, the whole night long. And I still wonder if I’ll keep on standing the whole night long, the whole night long, the whole night long.
[Music]
I say forget them all. I say leave them behind. It’s them, not you, that’s blind. And they brought you into this world. The debt that’s theirs, the debt you owe is not. And once that fight is fought, the freedom of life shall be yours.
You did not ask for life. You did not ask for birth. It’s them that stripped your worth, and only you can take it back. This world may weep and mourn. This world may even die. But never shall you lie, for yours is the pathway to truth. Your purpose is to grow. Your focus must be growth. Your heart must take the oath. Your spirit shall now lead the way to those you leave behind, to those who were your home. If never shall they roam, then never shall they know your soul.
So many lost their lives in body and soul. This history takes its toll. And when will we ever learn? I wish this were not true. I wish it were a lie. For all the times I’ve cried, wandering over this land, I long since wrote the song. In spite of all my fears, it’s now been 20 years. Today I will sing it for you.
[Music]
I say forget them all. I say leave them behind. It’s them, not you, that’s blind. They brought you into this world. They brought you into this world.
[Laughter]
I feel like I’m getting back on my track. Feel like I’m getting back on my track. Feel like I’m getting back on my track. Back, Lord, it’s good.
To be back. I’m back to the hiking and back to the woods, back to the bearfoots and back to the SHS. Forget the ifies and May, and good lord, it’s good to be back. [Music]
I feel like I’m getting back on my track. Feel like I’m getting back on my track. Feel like I’m getting back on my track. Lord, it’s good to be back. [Music]
I found an old Arrow Head under a tree. Felt just like someone had left it for me for 500 years. It was waiting to be. Lord, it’s good to be back.
I feel like I’m getting back on my track. Feel like I’m getting back on my track. Feel like I’m getting back on my track. Lord, it’s good to be back. [Music]
My future is open as open can be. I guess you could say I’m none other than free. And yes, I’m alone and there’s only just me. But lord, it’s good to be back. [Music]
I feel like I’m getting back on my track. Feel like I’m getting back on my track. Feel like I’m getting back on my track. Lord, it’s good to be back. Lord, it’s good to be back. [Music]
If you feel like singing, then sing, just sing. And if you feel like singing, then sing. And if you feel like singing, like the bells within are ringing, if you feel like singing, then sing.
And if you feel like laughing, then laugh, just laugh. And if you feel like laughing, then laugh. And if you feel like laughing, what’s the worst thing that could happen? If you feel like laughing, then laugh.
And if you feel like crying, then cry, just cry. And if you feel like crying, then cry. And if you feel like crying, like the whole world’s just been lying, and if you feel like crying, then cry.
And if you feel like praying, then pray, just pray. And if you feel like praying, then pray. And if you feel like praying, like there’s something that needs saying, and if you feel like praying, then pray. [Music]
I love you like the night loves the day. I love you each and every way. Love, love, love, love. I love you like the ocean loves the shore. I love you, oh always ever more. Love, love, love, love, love.
I love you like the forest loves the trees. I love you just like you were meant to be. Love, love, love, love, love. I love you like the moon loves the stars. I love you exactly as you are. Love, love, love, love, love. [Music]
I want to laugh. I want to sing. I want to walk this world, the whole round thing. And then I know, oh no, I’m going to laugh. I’m going to cry. And I know someday it’s true, I’m going to die. And then I know I’ll know. [Music] [Applause] [Music]
I want to walk. I want to run. I want to find my way through wind and sun. And then I know I’ll know. I’m going to stop. I’m going to pray. I’m going to hope somehow I find my way. And then I know I know. [Music]
I want to find a house to live where all my friends can come and stay for free in my little old house. I want to go where few are going, where ancient tears are overflowing down in my little old house.
Well, I want to find a house to live where all my friends can come and stay for free in my little old house. [Music] I want to go there. I want to be a channel of sincerity for all in my little old house.
I want to find a house to live where all my friends can come and stay for free in my little old house. [Music] [Music]
You’re going to do okay. You just got to find your way. You’re going to do all right. Don’t worry now, sit tight. Things are going to all work out. It’s nothing to stress about. It’ll all turn out, you’ll see. Someday you’ll be free. Someday you’ll be free.
Well, I love this life of mine. I’m glad to do my time. It’s a wonderful place to be when you’re feeling up and free. So come and join my song, please. Now sing along. You can hum or whistle too, and I’ll keep time for you. I’ll keep time for you.
You’re going to do okay. You just got to find your way. You’re going to do all right. Don’t worry now, sit tight. Things are going to all work out. It’s nothing to stress about. It’ll all turn out, you’ll see. And someday you’ll be free. Someday you’ll be free.
Well, growing is full of pain. It’s like standing in the rain. But you can’t keep standing still. You got to climb that distant hill. Yeah, you’ll keep moving on, even though it seems you’re not. That’s the way it goes. Life grows and grows and grows. It grows and grows and grows.
You’re going to do okay. You just got to find your way. You’re going to do all right. Don’t worry now, sit tight. Things are going to all work out. It’s nothing to stress about. It’ll all turn out, you’ll see. And someday you’ll be free. Someday you’ll be free. [Music]