Soul in isolation
I can hear you breathing down the hall
Soul in isolation
I can hear you whisper through the walls
And if I had a mind to now
I could call to you
Or I could simply shut you out
No more, would you cry, cry, cry
I give you my time to kill
But you’ll never never break my will
Or I could sink a sleeping pill
And in the morning could be sleeping still
But most of you are much to ill
Oh, way beyond a surgeon’s skill
In bondage to a dollar bill
What more can you buy, buy, buy
Oh when you think of it, when you think of it
We’re all souls in isolation
Alive in here, I’m alive in here
I’m alive in here
Oh, when you think of it, when you think of it
Try here
A word in your ear
A word in your ear
Back to the trees
Back to the trees
Back to the trees
Big bad giant standing tall
Crushing all the creatures great and small
I'd like to see this giant fall
When will it come?
When will it come?
Words that rattle round my head
Struck by lightning, someone said
A diamond bullet in the head
Right in the brain
Are they right in the brain?
Right in the brain
Are they right in the brain?
Will I see the jailers face?
Did my mother lead me to this place?
Will I live to see his face?
Will another come to take my place?
In total isolation
Surrounded by fears
Too many clowns, too many tears
Isolation
Surrounded by crowds
In another world, head in the clouds
I'm alive in here, I scream
But you still can't hear
I'm alive in here
I'm alive, turn on the light
Turn on the light
Oh, when you think of it, when you think of it
We're all souls in isolation
Alive in here, I'm alive in here
I'm alive in here
Oh, when you think of it
When you think of it
We're all souls in isolation
Alive in here
I'm alive in here
I'm alive in here
Oh, when you think of it
When you think of it
We're all souls in isolation
We're always searching for something
Searching
Dear, dear, dead days I'm lonely
For me, it has never been less in the listening. Instead, it is an example of that which is evergreen for me.
The other night, I played the record for someone who had never heard it (or of the band), and I was so very pleased to witness them open-mouthed and gobsmacked. They didn’t have words, and were well and truly beside themself.
And as any single song from that album goes, Roads is titanic in my heart and mind. All that is required for a knot in the throat and tears in my eyes are the four opening chords. Twenty-eight years of cutting me to the quick, and never a whit less sharp.
That song is where being crushed becomes a pleasure, because I am relieved of my doubt, and I am certain I am alive. Suffusion in various shades of feeling becomes an affirmation of being.