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Stan Rogers - Song of the Candle

From the album - Turnaround 1978 http://stanrogers.net/ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stan_Rogers Lyrics I took up my pen tonight. I couldn't seem to write. It's like I got religion and then I lost the light An old woman once told me she'd always felt that way... She said "Taken from the mold when it can still run A candle might not keep you from the cold But buy another candle, son, it's not too much to pay For one more try." And I had to smile Before I walked away. Coffee houses bother me. I cannot tell you why. But, it never seems "hello" sounds as sweet as "goodbye". And the waitresses, in passing, remember all your names... They say "Look around and try to meet a single eye". And "empty cups will mock me if I stay, but Buy another coffee, Stan, it's not too much to pay. And we will try to raise your smile Before you walk away. Tonight in a room full of candles another cup of ashes drains away And, at times, it gets so hard to handle Knowing one more song has swiftly taken wing And I'm left alone to hear the song a lonely candle sings. The priest, I found, was nervous. He cleared his throat a lot. But, framed in stained glass windows, his eyes were lost in thought. And I said "Father, can you tell me...is some happiness my right?" He said "Rather seek you joy, the blessings of your God, And happiness from worship in his sight. And buy another candle son, before you start to pray And don't forget to cross your breast Before you walk away. Tonight, in a room full of candles, another cup of madness drains away. And at times it gets so hard to handle Knowing one more simple song has swiftly taken wing. And I'm left alone to hear the song a lonely candle sings. One too many cigarettes, slowly burning down And the final cup of coffee was cold and full of grounds And maybe one last pipeful might send the words around Still, underneath my hand this night has slipped away And it leaves me as empty as this page One more candle flickers out, the night. prose leaving dark husks with the soul gone she felt as if they had travelled together silent as electricity from this rim of peace that took them past trees and forestsand unknown paths their spirit shining as a light...one torch of being time is of no importance for it expands to become you there peace lay in the mixing of water from one icy stream to another until a river flowed past them and through them for they had no bodies..only their divisible selves not segregated this unity once found is never forgotten it lies like stones in the river bed washed by water purified and sanctified without priest or church blessed and baptised from within where all love is....a sacrifice of ourselves