EVERYTHING CHANGE

We were born before the windAlso younger than the sun

Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mysticHark, now hear the sailors crySmell the sea and feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming homeAnd when that fog horn blows I want to hear it

I don’t have to fear itI want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of oldThen magnificently we will float into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows you know I will be co-ming home

And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear itI don’t have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soulJust like way back in the days of old

And together we will float into the mysticCome on girl...

. . .And I shall watch the ferry-boatsAnd they’ll get highOn a bluer oceanAgainst tomorrows skyAnd I will never grow so old againAnd I will walk and talkIn gardens all wet with rain

If I ventured in the slipstreamBetween the viaducts of your dreamWhere immobile steel rims crackAnd the ditch in the back roads stop Could you find me?Would you kiss-a my eyes?To lay me downIn silence easyTo be born again To be born againFrom the far side of the oceanIf I put the wheels in motionAnd I stand with my arms behind meAnd I’m pushin’ on the doorCould you find me?Would you kiss-a my eyes?To lay me downIn silence easyTo be born againTo be born againThere you goStandin’ with the look of avariceTalkin’ to Huddie Ledbetter Showin’ pictures on the wallWhisperin’ in the hallAnd pointin’ a finger at meThere you go, there you goStandin’ in the sun darlin’With your arms behind youAnd your eyes beforeThere you goTakin’ good care of your boySeein’ that he’s got clean clothesPuttin’ on his little red shoesI see you know he’s got clean clothesA-puttin’ on his little red shoesA-pointin’ a finger at meIn another timeIn another placeIn another face

And here I amStanding in your sad arrestTrying to do my very bestLookin’ straight at youComin’ through, darlin’Yeah, yeah, yeahIf I ventured in the slipstreamBetween the viaducts of your dreams Where immobile steel rims crackAnd the ditch in the back roads stopCould you find meWould you kiss-a my eyesLay me downIn silence easyTo be born againTo be born againTo be born againIn another worldIn another worldIn another timeGot a home on highAin’t nothing but a stranger in this worldI’m nothing but a stranger in this worldI got a home on highIn another landSo far awaySo far awayWay up in the heavenWay up in the heavenWay up in the heavenWay up in the heavenIn another timeIn another placeIn another timeIn another placeWay up in the heavenWay up in the heavenWe are goin’ up to heavenWe are goin’ to heavenIn another timeIn another place

I Little jimmys gone way out of the back streetsOut of the window, into the falling rain,And hes right on time, right on time.Thats why broken arrow waved his fingerDown the road so dark and narrowIn the evening just before the sunday sixbells chimeAnd way out on the highwayAll the dogs are barkin way down belowAnd you wander away from your hillside re-treated viewWent to wanderin nordhbridge way out on the railroadTogether all the tipping trucks will unloadAll the scrapbooks built together stuck with glueAnd Ill stand beside you, beside you

Oh child, to never wonder whyTo never, never, never, never wonder why at allTo never, never, never, never wonder whyIts gotta be, it has to be

Across the crystal pavementsWay across the country where the hillside mountains glideThe dynamo of your smile caressed theBarefoot virgin childTo wander past your window in the nighttime cross the floorCrying as ecstasy surrounds youThrough the night air your proud time is openGo well against the pointed idle breeze

Past the footlights of the brazen silence easyIn the night you cry and you want spirits to tell youEverythings alrightGo ahead and do it one more time babyYoure satisfied I guess, youre way up and the sky comes downKaleidoscope

Open and just hold the lantern in the doorway,For the freedom of it.And you take the night air through your nostrils and you breatheIn out, in outAnd you breathe just like that, just like that

How does it get you when it gets youWhen it gets yaYou may not know its got you until you turn aroundAnd Ill point a finger at you, point a finger at youYou say which way, which wayThats alright, weve gotten hip to itGoin to do it right now.Behind youBeside you, beside you

Oh child to never wonder whyTo never, never, never, never wonder why at allNever never never never wonder why at all.

RIKIE VOS (model)

RUTH ÁLVAREZ (make up)

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EVERYTHING CHANGE

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