Is dat niet hetzelfde nummer waarin volgende zin voorkomt:

She sits alone from the crowd/in a white dress she wears like a question mark/and the collection of engagment rings on her right hand

staat op mijn lievelingscostello-album "King of Amerika", maar hoe heet dat nummer nu ook alweer?

edit: 't is Our Little Angel

74. DJ Shadow - Why Hip Hop Sucks in '96

It's the money

73. Joe Henry - Short Man's Room:

This is a short man’s room
The better-heeled watch your head
I still got my one good eye
I keep it right next to my bed
I keep all my money down here
I dressed it to look like a shoe
I’m saving up for a pair
Then I’ll have more money than you
I drink more than maybe I should
But I don’t go out when I do
I put my feet up in the window
And I ride my dreams like a canoe
Then I write letters to the newspapers
And I dance to the talk radio
I’m a volunteer fireman each Christmas
’Cause there’s brandy wherever you go
My dad was a natural tenor
He worked at the mine in Lenore
My mother was a mule-skinner
And a bandleader during the war


Henry hangt hier zo'n beeld op van een slapend provinciaal stadje. Ons kent ons, dat sfeertje. Onder de kerktoren, daar waar je in je een microsituatie hele werelden kunt herkennen

72. Blackalicious - Searching

And the more we avoid it, the greater the
struggle becomes, until we realize, the struggle is the blessing.

Kernachtig

71. Tom Waits - Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

hey Charley I'm pregnant
and living on 9-th street
right above a dirty bookstore
off cuclid avenue
and I stopped taking dope
and I quit drinking whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track.

and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday nite.

and hey Charley I think about you
everytime I pass a fillin' station
on account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and I still have that record
of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
how do you like that?

hey Charley I almost went crazy
after mario got busted
so I went back to omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone I used to know
was either dead or in prison
so I came back in minneapolis
this time I think I'm gonna stay.

hey Charley I think I'm happy
for the first time since my accident
and I wish I had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
and I wouldn't sell any of em
I'd just drive a different car
every day dependin on how
I feel.

hey Charley
for chrissakes
do you want to know
the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
he don't play the trombone
and I need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
and Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
come valentines day

Deze tekst bezorgt me iedere keer weer the goosebumps. Waits schetst zo treffend de kansloze, melancholische, wanhopige en ergens ook berustende state of mind van de afzender van deze ansicht: superieur! Deze post neemt misschien wat veel ruimte in, maar het lukte me niet citaten uit het geheel te halen.

't Is werkelijk subliem, S-U-B-L-I-E-M. Zo'n verhaal vol oeverloze details opdissen, en dan op het eind blijkt het niet echt

Prachtig

Blackalicious heeft altijd erg goede teksten. Die mogen er dus ook vaker in, maar wel een stuk hoger .

70. Bruce Springsteen - Fourth of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)

Sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July
Down in town the circuit's full of switchblade lovers , so fast, so shiny, so sharp
As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us
Those pier lights, our carnival life forever


Een groot massagebeuren als Fourth of July weet Springsteen te vernauwen tot de gebeurtenis boy meets girl. Hij zoekt magie in de massa

De romantiek van het zwetend asfalt van de grootstad

69. Fountains of Wayne - Hackensack

used to know you when we were young
You were in all my dreams
We sat together in period one
Fridays at 8:15
Now I see face in the strangest places
Movies and magazines
I saw you talkin' to Christopher Walken
On my TV screen

BUt I will wait for you
As long as I need to
And if you ever get back to Hackensack
I'll be here for you

I used to work in a record store
Now I work for my dad
Scraping the paint off of hard wood floors
The hours are pretty bad
Sometimes I wonder where you are
Probably in L.A.
That seems to be where everbody else ends up these days


Beetje rudimentair qua hantering van taal, maar wel een prachtverhaal van boy loses girl, and wonders where she is (in tegenstelling tot bovenstaand nummer ). Je ziet die jongen lethargisch voor je ogen die vloer afschrapen. Verschrikkelijk mooi empathisch nummer

68. Rico - Buitenbad

Erg grappige tekst over, je raadt het al, het buitenbad:

Waar de bruingebakken dames en derdegraadsverbrande vrouwen naar me lachen alsof ze kauwen op zure pruimtabak.

Nog geen tel later stikt het van lugubere studiepubers en draagbare soundsystems staan op de hoogste volumes.

Wat dacht je van die brugklassers met rugtassen zo groot dat ze niet eens gewoon in de bus passen, de helft loopt al met rugklachten, rond bij de huisarts.

Daar waar het zwermt van de kutinsecten, stelletje mieren, muggen en wespen kunnen je hele dag verpesten.

En natuurlijk nog de briljante laatste zin:
En in de winter gaan we natuurlijk allemaal... naar het binnenbad.

67. Boudewijn De Groot - Terug Van Weggeweest

Je loopt weer door de stad - Waar alles is begonnen
Probeert het te vergeten - Niet stil te blijven staan

Je vrienden in 't cafe - Ze zijn niet veel veranderd
De ene is wat dikker en de ander is getrouwd

Je lacht alleen niet meer - Om alle flauwe grappen
Ze bleven ouwe jongens - Jij werd alleen maar oud

Je voelt je als een slak - Op wie het leven zout legt
De last van het verleden ligt loodzwaar op je rug

Een parelmoeren schelp - Vol jeugdherinneringen
En durf je niet meer verder dan kruip je daar in terug

Je wilde toch vooruit, je wilde naar de vrijheid
Maar 't werd een kale kamer voor veel te veel verhuur

Je nam een meisje mee - Het leek weer net als vroeger
Maar eigenlijk wou je slapen...


Een verkreukeld portret van een indolente romanticus. Een vruchteloos terugverlangen naar die tijd van toen. De tekst is een soort dienblad waarop de gevolgen van dat soort romantische ingesteldheid gepresenteerd worden

En toch zacht in al z'n hardheid

66. Nuclear Family feat. Tim & Terilekst - Contradicties

Feti's onze missie. Pussy mc's en contracties.
Doe zoals Walt, en dis nie!
Jou skills en ill,
dat spreekt elkaar tegen als een MC die zichzelf battled.

Ik laat ze alle hoeken zien, al is de kamer rond.

Wie is Alpha en Omega, zelfs God is tegenstrijdig.

65. Bob Dylan - Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again (die titel alleen al )

Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block.
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk.
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape,
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells,
Speaking to some French girl,
Who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line.
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine.


Dit is voor mij een archetypische grappige tekst. "The Ladies treat me kindly/And furnish me with tape": ze ouwehoeren er vrolijk erop los - en door dat vrolijk gekwetter wordt iedere poging tot ernstige conversatie gepareerd of de mond wordt dichtgetapet. Gelukkig maar

Het beeld van die Shakespeare in die steeg "pakt" me iedere keer weer: in mijn buurt is er een non-descripent steegje en iedere keer ik er voorbij schrijd, stel ik me voor dat Shakespeare plotsklaps verschijnt en de vraag stelt: to be or not to be?. En dit alles door dit verdomde nummer

Laatste couplet over Mona die de figuur van het liedje thuis "wil houden" vind ik ook een sterk beeld. Ga niet naar die trein, jôh - blijf lekker thuis bij ons bij het haardvuur. Die vooruitgang wordt nog je dood, lieverd, lijkt Mona te zeggen

64. Eminem - Rabbit Run

Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in piss
My life's like one great big ball of shit
If I could just, put it all into all I spit
Instead of always tryin to swallow it
Instead of starin at this wall and shit
While I sit writer's block, sick of all this shit
Can't call it, shit
All I know is I'm about to hit the wall
if I have to see another one of mom's alcholic fits
This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't dealin with another fuckin politic
I'm like a skillet bubblin until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up
Blow this buildin up, I've been sealed enough
My cup, runneth over, I done filled it up
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
You think, all I do is stand here and feel my nuts?
Well I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush
You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch
Peal the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
Goosebumps yea, I'ma make your hair sit up
Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be
I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me
You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
what you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee
out this world, ain't no one out there mind as me
You need piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line
But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme
to express how I'm really feelin at that time
Yea sometimes sometimes sometimes
It's just sometimes, it's always me
How dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one-two, then half past three
This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper
I'm desperate at my desk
If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again
Stuck in this slum, can't think of nothin
Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethin
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out
I'm fizzlin now, thought I figured it out
Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid?
Why am I a slave to this trade?
Signed out of spit to the grave
Real enough to rill you up
Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want
I'm a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smits ain't a quitter
I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a
fuckin boilin point, put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed
An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense
They hate me, see me and shake like a chainlink fence
By the looks of 'em, you would swear their jaws was comin
By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin someone
By the way they're runnin, you would swear the law was comin
It's now or never and tonight is all or nothin
Momma Jimmy keeps leavin on us, he said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest
I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch
Don't believe me watch, I'ma win this race
And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch
I found my nitch, you gon' hear my voice
'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung
If I had half a chance I'd grab it - Rabbit, run

Geweldige rijm in dit nummer en vlijmscherp gespit. Tekst sluit ook goed aan bij 8 Mile.

63. Smog - River Guard:

When I take the prisoners swimming
They have the time of their lives
I love to watch them floating

On their backs
Unburdened and relaxed

I sit in the tall grass and look the other way
And when I haul them in they always say
Our sencences will not served

We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free

Most nights I go for a drive
To the highest place I can find
Stand there on a cliff with gooseflesh (ganzenvlees???, die vreemde ingevingen van het moment toch )
Watching the wind rip the leaves from the trees


Bevreemdend nummer - unheimlich. En toch zo verdomd eerlijk.

Vooral dat eerste couplet: Bill Callahan als onze persoonlijke sentimentencipier doet het 'em

Dit nummer heeft zoiets van: iedere dag begin je opnieuw vanaf punt 0. Jezelf opnieuw bewijzen. Leer uit je fouten van gisteren "we're constantly on trial"(da's mijn interpretatie, folks ).

Dat beeld van de wind die bladeren onttrekt van de boom is misschien goedkoop maar uiterst effectief als beeld van de tijd als scherprechter voor ons doen en laten (opnieuw, mijn interpretatie )

62. Toto- Hydra

Hydra

There was a man
He walked around
Searching for the girl who had just caught his eye
"I was a fool!" he cried
His mind had wandered
He blinked and the sky moved e'er so slightly
He searched the city and she was nowhere to be found
Meanwhile she was floating downward, downward

Chorus:
Do you want your freedom
Do you want my love
Do you want your freedom
From the one you're thinking of

There lies a lady
Naked and yet not knowing
A spell, it goains her heart forever
Preyed upon by the wolves in Time Square
Fell into an abyss of dead air
Innocence caged in sanctuary
There sat the Dragon Lord
Playing solitairy
Defying the rules the holy boys leap Hell's Kitchen

Chorus:
Do you want your freedom
Do you want my love
Do you want your freedom
From the man who lives above

Suddenly a voice was heard
Ina a flash the brave young man appeared
The Dragon will cut him with his tail
Chased him to the stairway
Caught him halfway to the top
Sent him whirling down
Fireball, summer solstice
Dragon Lord descended down on him
She turned to look but saw only darkness, silence

Chorus:
You don't want your freedom
You don't want my love
You don't want your throat cut
By the same I'm thinking of

61. Blackalicious - Green Light: Now Begin

The verb annihilator pen, every animator blend
Thought exaggerate a win, comin' at ya made ya thin
Diabolically I grin as I'm frolicking within your anatomy again
Makin' people higher into infinity from sin where your remedy
For them who are feelin' where your friends don't intend to be
A trend but a symphony of hymns lyrics sent to me
From Him I extend to thee the tims of intensity
Lend your attention see is whence your invisions
Of a mental division full of internalisms and again and again
I'm gonna win this division we a men on a mission, green light now begin

No more of that sittin' in a slump and uh
No more of that coulda-woulda-shoulda junk (nope)
No more of that waiting for the inspiration, innovation
Or a green light--now begin
No more of that lettin' all your time pass (uh-uh)
No more petty illusions of the mindless (nope)
It's time to expand, power from within, you're takin' over this dominion
Green light, now begin

I be the heat of the night (don't fear the leader?)
I'm hear to strike light reveal the meteorite
Eating your readings and pens bleeding intense feeling
Appealing sentence in dents in just reeling 'em in
I'm merely a chameleon amid your elementary
Elements of the century tell 'em that it was me that sent ya
Tell 'em a-visually they'll be in to me until they sleep
And hell I'm an entity bailin' well and a felon, I'm free
Millin' and rousin' and I'm (rollin' and killin'?) from filtering
Hell of intelligent diligent heaven-sent benevolent relevant medicine
Poetry pedestrian peddelin' mad adrenaline to lyrical gentlemen
Okay?
Alright

Gift of Gab rijmt echt geniaal en krijgt alles er nog overtuigend uit ook. Ontzettend veel tongbrekers maar hij lijkt er geen problemen mee te hebben. Tamelijk briljant ook hoe zijn flow in zo'n nummer omslaat.

60. Smog - Dress Sexy At My Funeral

Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
For the first time in your life
Wear your blouse undone to hear
And your skirt split up to here

...

Wink at the minister
Blow kisses to my grieving brothers

Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
And when it comes your turn to speak before the crowd
Tell them about the time we did it
On the beach with fireworks above us

On the railroad tracks with the gravel in your back
In the back room of a crowded bar
And in the graveyard where my body now rests

Also tell them about how I gave to charity
...
But most of all don't forget about the time on the beach
With fireworks above us


Héél hufterig nummer. Het lijkt de dood in het gezicht te spuwen. Een laatste karateslag, een finale doodsmak, een wansmakelijk slotakkoord ...

Alweer geschreven door een spelbederver pur-sang. Dwarse lyrics - ik geloof dat ik een zware Smog-bewonderaar ben en blijf

59. Toto- All us Boys

All Us Boys

All us boys like to drink and smoke
Pull off a joke
Blow your minds and leave
Hot tires behind

All us boys like to fight and kick
Carry a stick
We're getting older
And acting bolder

Chorus:
Mothers tell your daughters
To stay away from rock and roll
'Cause it may entice them
And mesmerize them
Even satisfy their soul

I'm sure mama told you 'bout making love
AnAnd the skies above
With its fallen angels
Diet pills
Female thrills
But mama never told you 'bout
All us boys

Chorus

All us boys just want to play
All us boys won't run away

58. Smog - Held:

For the first time in my life
I let myself be held
Like a big old baby
I surrender
To your charity


I lay back in the tall grass
And let the ants cover me
I let the jets fly
I'm wishing for their destruction
Born to black in a perfect blue sky


Sterk - zo'n spanningsveld opbouwen in twee coupletten: de liefde voor een menspersoon laten contrasteren met de haat voor machines. Dat zou je een vorm van romantisme kunnen noemen, jawel

57. The Smiths-Rubber Ring

But don't forget the songs/
That made you cry/
And the songs that saved your life/
Yes, you're older now/
And you're a clever swine/
But they were the only ones who ever stood by you

Mooi persoonlijk vergeet-me-nietje van de Mozzer zelf

56. Smog - All Your Women Things

All your women things
All your frilly things
Scattered 'round my room
Right where you left them
When you left them

Een gebroken fotoframe van spaarzame zinnetjes.

55. Bloodhound Gang - The Ballad of Chasey Lain

Dear Chasey Lain
I wrote to explain
I'm your biggest fan
I just wanted to ask
Could I eat your ass?
Write back as soon as you can

You've had a lotta dick
Had a lotta dick
I've had a lotta time
Had a lotta time
You've had a lotta dick Chasey
But you ain't had mine

Dear Chasey Lain
I wrote to complain
Ya never wrote me back
How could I ever eat
Your ass when ya treat
Your biggest fan like that?

Dear Chasey Lain
I wrote to constrain
This letter is my last
As your biggest fan
I must demand
You let me eat your ass

You've had a lotta dick
Had a lotta dick
I've had a lotta time
Had a lotta time
You've had a lotta dick Chasey
But you ain't had mine

P.S.
Mom and Dad this is Chasey
Chasey this is my mom and dad
Now show 'em them titties
Now show 'em them titties

Kinderachtig? Misschien. Grappig?

54. Serge Gainsbourg - Qui est "In" Qui est "Out"


Jusqu'à neuf c'est O.K. tu es "In"
Après quoi tu es K.O. tu es "Out"

C'est idem
Pour la boxe
Le ciné la mode et le cashbox
Qui est "In" qui est "Out"

Kurkdroog met het fileermesje door het fenomeen "mode" gesneden

53. Simon & Garfunkel - The Sounds of Silence

Hoewel het nummer tot op de draad is versleten, blijft de tekst ervan intrigeren.

'And the signs said: "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls. And tenement halls. And whisper'd in the sounds of silence" '


Garfunkel verklaarde dat hij er nooit iets van heeft begrepen en Simon heeft dit deel van de tekst nooit verklaard. Mooie, suggestieve maar onbegrijpelijke woorden.

Hoe dan ook, een top 100 van lyrics kan m.i. niet zonder een tekst van Paul Simon. Vandaar.

52. Marillion - Script for a Jester's Tear

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over
The game is over

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
The game is over

I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream to exorcise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow

I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
Promised wedding now a wake

The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears

So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me


Ik kan niet goed onder woorden brengen waarom deze tekst zo mooi is, de situatie is voor veel mensen denk ik wel herkenbaar, en word gewoon schitterend geschetst. Je hebt als het ware het gevoel alsof je zelf in een dramatisch stuk speelt.

51. Belle and Sebastian - This Is Just A Modern Rock Song

Emma tried to run away,
I followed her across the city,
She went out to the Easterhouse,
Because she liked the sound of it.

She didn't have a single penny,
She stuck a finger in the air,
She tried to flag down an aeroplane,
I suppose she needs a holiday.

I put my arm around her waist,
She put me on the ground with Judo,
She didn't recognise my face,
She wasn't even looking.

Laura's feeling just ideal,
Her horoscope was nearly perfect,
She's thinking of something to do,
Because she is The Birthday Girl.

She walked out to the edge of town,
She saw me lying in the park,
She took Emma by the hand,
They've got a lot in common.

I'll leave them to do what they want,
I'll leave them to do what they need to,
I'll go and play with words and pictures,
I'll admit I'm feeling strange.

I'm not as sad as Doestoevsky,
I'm not as clever as Mark Twain,
I'll only buy a book for the way it looks,
And then I stick it on the shelf again.

Now I could tell you what I'm thinking,
But it never seems to do you good,
It's beyond me what a girl can see,
I'm only lucid when I'm writing songs.

This is just a modern rock song,
This is just a sorry lament,
We're four boys in corduroys,
We're not terrific but we're competent.

Stevie's full of good intentions,
Richards into rock 'n' roll,
Stuart's staying in and he thinks it's a sin,
That he has to leave the house at all.

This is just a modern rock song,
This is just a tender affair,
I count "three, four" and then we start to slow,
Because a song has got to stop somewhere.

Keus genoeg bij Belle and Sebastian, maar vandaag kies ik voor deze. Een soort van verklaring waarom ze doen wat ze doen. Als ze de wereld weer eens niet kunnen volgen, dan is er altijd nog een liedje. Zeldzaam mooi.

Ik had deze eerder op de avond ook in mijn hoofd. Echt waanzinnig mooi. Dankje, Starbright Boy.

50. Brian Eno - By This River

Here we are
Stuck by this river,
You and I
Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down.

Through the day
As if on an ocean
Waiting here,
Always failing to remember why we came, came, came:
I wonder why we came.

You talk to me
as if from a distance
And I reply
With impressions chosen from another time, time, time,
From another time.


Ik dacht Brian Eno te kennen als een "hersenmuziek"-maker, die af en toe non-lyricale nonsens spuwde om de krachteloosheid van woorden te onderstrepen.

En toen kwam er dit - toen begreep ik weer: zogenaamde mensenkennis is een illusie

't Is een nummer dat de indruk schenkt dat het voor iedere mens geschreven, maar al die miljarden mensen hebben het nagelaten dit te zingen. Enkel Brian Eno

Het gaat voor mij over de wachtkamer van de dood, het leven voorstellend als een rivier. Alle rivieren ontspringen en allemaal monden ze uit in de zee, wat ertussen ligt varieert - daarom voor mij: Waiting Here

And I Reply with impressions chosen from another time

Zegt voor mij dat alle impressies en gedachten voortvloeien uit een soort eeuwig gedachtenreservoir. Voor iedereen toegankelijk als je maar het zoekt in jezelf, in de interactie met je omgeving

49. CCR (Fogerty) - Walk On The Water

Late last night, I went for a walk
Down by the river, near my home
Couldn't believe, with my own eyes
I swear I'll never leave, my home again

I saw a man, walking on the water
Coming right at me, from the other side
Calling out my name, do not be afraid
Feet begin to run, pounding in my brain

I don't want to go, I don't want to go
No no no no, say no, I don't want to go