you spin me...
I have the following songs stuck in my head, on repeat. It's an interesting mix.
And So It Goes, Billy Joel
In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break
And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows.
Both Sides of the Coin, from The Mystery of Edwin Drood, by Rupert Holmes (and Charles Dickens, I suppose)
Jasper:
I am not myself these days - for all I
know I might be you.
There's more than room enough for two inside my mind.
Sapsea:
I am likewise in a haze of who I am from
scene to scene;
What's more we two, (we four, I mean)
are in a bind!
Jasper:
For is it I or is it me?
Sapsea:
And if I'm him and if I'm he, each on of us might not
Agree on what to do.
Jasper:
And if I take opposing sides within myself,
Then who divides up what is right or wrong?
Sapsea:
I'll go along with you.
Both:
Ha'penny, one penny, tupenny, thrupenny
Twelve to a shilling, twice that to a florin
And would you not fancy the currency foreign
To find the same face on both sides of the coin?
Bob is your uncle from pennies to guineas,
The two-sided mint is the rule, not exception,
And would you not quite feel quite the fool of deception
To find the same face on both sides of the coin?
Sapsea:
Odds or evens, it's high or low
It's up or down or night
Jasper:
Heads or tails, or black and white,
Or left and right or day!
Sapsea:
Nature seldom ever fails to most obligingly provide
An undisclosed opposing side to one's dismay.
Jasper:
There's shadows on this shining morn,
Sapsea:
If there's a rose it bears a thorn,
Jasper:
You're as good as dead as soon as born,
Both:
And yet we smile!
Sapsea:
But luck's division is perverse
Jasper:
It seems to work more in reverse
Sapsea:
If things are better, they'll be worse in just a while!
(Repeat Chorus)
Jesus Draw Me Ever Nearer, Music by Keith Getty, Words by Margaret Becker
Jesus draw me ever nearer
As I labour through the storm.
You have called me to this passage,
And I'll follow, though I'm worn.
Chorus:
May this journey bring a blessing,
May I rise on wings of faith;
And at the end of my heart's testing,
With Your likeness let me wake.
Jesus guide me through the tempest;
Keep my spirit staid and sure.
When the midnight meets the morning,
Let me love You even more.
Let the treasures of the trial
Form within me as I go -
And at the end of this long passage,
Let me leave them at Your throne.
Oh, and I finally saw the Tim Burton version of Sweeney Todd. 'Twas good. I love me some Sondheim, and now I have such a hankering to see Assassins and Sunday in the Park with George.
And So It Goes, Billy Joel
In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break
And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows.
Both Sides of the Coin, from The Mystery of Edwin Drood, by Rupert Holmes (and Charles Dickens, I suppose)
Jasper:
I am not myself these days - for all I
know I might be you.
There's more than room enough for two inside my mind.
Sapsea:
I am likewise in a haze of who I am from
scene to scene;
What's more we two, (we four, I mean)
are in a bind!
Jasper:
For is it I or is it me?
Sapsea:
And if I'm him and if I'm he, each on of us might not
Agree on what to do.
Jasper:
And if I take opposing sides within myself,
Then who divides up what is right or wrong?
Sapsea:
I'll go along with you.
Both:
Ha'penny, one penny, tupenny, thrupenny
Twelve to a shilling, twice that to a florin
And would you not fancy the currency foreign
To find the same face on both sides of the coin?
Bob is your uncle from pennies to guineas,
The two-sided mint is the rule, not exception,
And would you not quite feel quite the fool of deception
To find the same face on both sides of the coin?
Sapsea:
Odds or evens, it's high or low
It's up or down or night
Jasper:
Heads or tails, or black and white,
Or left and right or day!
Sapsea:
Nature seldom ever fails to most obligingly provide
An undisclosed opposing side to one's dismay.
Jasper:
There's shadows on this shining morn,
Sapsea:
If there's a rose it bears a thorn,
Jasper:
You're as good as dead as soon as born,
Both:
And yet we smile!
Sapsea:
But luck's division is perverse
Jasper:
It seems to work more in reverse
Sapsea:
If things are better, they'll be worse in just a while!
(Repeat Chorus)
Jesus Draw Me Ever Nearer, Music by Keith Getty, Words by Margaret Becker
Jesus draw me ever nearer
As I labour through the storm.
You have called me to this passage,
And I'll follow, though I'm worn.
Chorus:
May this journey bring a blessing,
May I rise on wings of faith;
And at the end of my heart's testing,
With Your likeness let me wake.
Jesus guide me through the tempest;
Keep my spirit staid and sure.
When the midnight meets the morning,
Let me love You even more.
Let the treasures of the trial
Form within me as I go -
And at the end of this long passage,
Let me leave them at Your throne.
Oh, and I finally saw the Tim Burton version of Sweeney Todd. 'Twas good. I love me some Sondheim, and now I have such a hankering to see Assassins and Sunday in the Park with George.