they're straining at the leash! COURFEYRAC Students, workers, everyone There's a river on the run Like the flowing of the tide Paris coming to our side
waves The tides of uruk swept your tongue across the salty floor We have found the Apzu; our birthplace toward Avagon We have found the Apzu; our meridian toward the dark
cones digging up glass bottles Rusty springs from feather beds, old hubcaps on the picket fence She planted beds of flowers, stayed outside for hours
within the love you brought Words fade like flowers shadowed, there beneath your wall Wind cries from every angle, dead leaves left to wait for fall And in my darkest hour
still looks for someone To bring good news in his hour of doubt While Thomas More waits in the Tower of London Watching the sands running out And measures the hours
earth ...of storms and sea...Through light the dark" Behold ! Empires burn for us, our heavens washed in dew, the turn of the cosmic tides ? Come and
life Cos it aint wrong it aint right It's in your darkest hour It's in your brightest light Its in the wind its on the tide And there's a choir of angels
The long lonely hours Before the dawn In my dreams I try To hold back the dark To hold back my fear But I'm not alone tonight So help me turn the tide
W.B. Yeats) Turning and turning Within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart The center cannot hold And a blood dimmed tide
Like a fuse to the end will burn Like a wave when the tide has turned You keep on coming regardless You won't accept defeat And in the light of a cold
her hour of darkness Everything she feels is hopeless Disconnected from the dancehall Tripping on her heart of purple Is this passion or Or your red tide
I've come to lie beside you I've come to know the dark for light I've come to trust just one and that one died with yesterday with yesterday Now that
only added another scar... Call it "blind" how I am writhing counting hours, centuries the pain it grows and glows in tides unable to vanish, unwilling
furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side Demonic passions climbing, ill fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide
from our solemn hour Sanctus Espiritus, insanity is all around us Sanctus Espiritus Sanctus Espiritus Sanctus Espiritus In my darkest hours, I could
arise all you who slumber Daylight is driving the stars from the sky Every creature on earth one song is lifting From the crab in the tide pool to the
Turning and turning within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart, the center cannot hold And a blood dimmed tide is
me up from the shadows Will you take me away to a better place? (And when I'm in my darkest hour) You're by my side to turn the tide Until the suffering