Friday, August 10, 2007
♥ Friday, August 10, 2007
I'm catching the Hunchback of Notre Dame, and I think it's a great work.
I love it. I really love it. I'm going to buy the DVD.
God Help The Outcasts
I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see Your face and wonder
Were You once an outcast too?
God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
The lost and forgotten
They look to you still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will
I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
God help the outcasts
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
The children of God
I don't know if there's a reason
Why some are blessed, some not
Why the few You seem to favor
They fear us
Flee us
Try not to see us
God help the outcasts
The tattered, the torn
Seeking an answer
To why they were born
Winds of misfortune
Have blown them about
You made the outcasts
Don't cast them out
The poor and unlucky
The weak and the odd
I thought they all were
The children of God
Heaven's Light
So many times out here
I've watched a happy pair
Of lovers walking in the night
They had a kind of glow around them
It almost looked like heaven's light
I knew I'd never know
That warm and loving glow
Though I might wish with all my might
No face as hideous as my face
Was ever meant for heaven's light
But suddenly an angel has smiled at me
And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright
I dare to dream that she
Might even care for me
And as I ring these bells tonight
My cold dark tower seems so bright
I swear it must be heaven's light
A Guy Like You
Paris, the city of lovers
Is glowing this evening
True, that's because it's on fire
But still, there's "l'amour"
Somewhere out there in the night
Her Heart is also alight
And I know the guy she just might
Be burning for
A guy like you
She's never known, kid
A guy like you
A girl does not meet ev'ry day
You've got a look
That's all your own, kid
Could there be two?
Like you?
No way!
Those other guys
That she could dangle
All look the same
From ev'ry boring point of view
You're a surprise
From ev'ry angle
Mon Dieu above
She's gotta love
A guy like you
A guy like you
Gets extra credit
Because it's true
You've got a certain some thing more
You're aces, kid
You see that face
You don't forget it
Want something new?
That's you
For sure!
We all have gaped
At some Adonis
But then we crave a meal
More nourishing to chew
And since you've shaped
Like a croissant is
No question of
She's gotta love
A guy like you!
Call me a hopeless romatic
But Quasi, I feel it
She wants you so
Any moment she'll walk through that door
For a guy so swell
A guy like you
With all you bring her
I tell you Quasi
A fool could tell
There never was
It's why she fell
Another, was he?
For you-know-who
From king to serf
To the bourgeoisie
You ring the bell
They're all a second-stringer
You're the bell ringer!
When she wants oo-la-la
Then she wants you la-la
She will discover, guy
You're one heckuva guy
Who wouldn't love a guy
Like you?
You got a lot
The rest have not
So she's gotta love
A guy like you!
Hello Albus, if you're reading this. Hope you've gotten spirit!
