Songs About / On: ISLAND

What’s life revealing?
But base reality
Take it how you want to
Nothing comes for free
We go all round believing
In perfect harmony
Who tells us that’s the right way?
Just open up and see read more »

Written by randy newman
Available on randy newman’s album faust

In two long wars, my country bled
To save the world for everyone
As through the years, the fight we’ve led
Too long, we stood alone, too long alone
And when at last, the battle won
We asked for no reward
An empire gone
Two generations turned to blood and dust
Only the best were lost
Only the best read more »

In heaven's island,
Under the gold flowers of the sun
Into a drop of water,
I feel my earthly lover... read more »

What is life revealing?
But face reality
Take it how you want to
Nothing comes for free
We go on and on beleiving read more »

There are parts of me he’ll never know,
My wild horses and my river beds,
And in my throat voices he’ll never hear.
He pulls at me like a cherry tree,
And I can still move, but I don’t speak about it.
Pretend I’m crazy, pretend I’m dead.
He’s to scared to hit me now, he’ll bring flowers istead. read more »

(Campbell,Deery,Santoriello)
When she puts herself together she tears me all apart
She goes right to my head like a bullet through my heart
She looks so sweet and innocent, standing cool and tall
And she keeps me coming back for more just to see me crawl. read more »

Captain o captain
Only five miles ahead
There lies an island
Only five miles ahead
White hills and beaches
Something green in the blue
Captain o captain
So it all has come true
There’s an island in the sun
Come together everyone
Ahead lies an island read more »

MAKE ME AN ISLAND
Different eyes, different size, different girls every day.
Different names, different games took my breath clean away.
But I'm changed, rearranged, I'm enlightened and how
you have caught me, you have taught me and I'm different now. read more »

Foreign affair
Take a trip in the air
To a tropical beach
An island to reach
A new territory read more »

Savage night on a misty island. Lights wink out in the
canyon walls.
Two old boys in a stolen racer. Black rubber contrails in
the unwashed halls.
And all roads out of here, seem to lead right back to the
Rock Island.

I've gone back to Paris, London, and even riding on a
jumbo to Bombay.
The long haul back holds faint attraction, but the people
here know they're o.k.
See the girl following the red balloon: walking all alone
on her Rock Island.

Doesn't everyone have their own Rock Island? Their own little
patch of sand?
Where the slow waves crawl and your angels fall and you find
you can hardly stand.
And just as you're drowning, well, the tide goes down.
And you're back on your Rock Island.

Hey there girlie with the torn dress, shaking: who was it
touched you? Who was it ruined your day?
Whose footprint calling card? And what they want, stepping
on your beach anyway?
I'll be your life raft out of here, but you'd only drift right
back to your Rock Island.

Hey, boy with the personal stereo: nothing `tween the ears
but that hard rock sound.
Playing to your empty room, empty guitar tune, No use waiting
for that C.B.S. to come around.
`Cos all roads out of here, seem to lead right back to your
Rock Island. read more »